Eyes deceive softly, people swiftly. Sounds become mute movements from parched mouths. I used to be afraid of snakes but now snakes are people and people, snakes. Glistening in crimson heat, waiting to swallow you. Aching bones and silver shadows. Pretense rises like dewy mist in the air and as everyone around me inhales these fatal vapors, I simply stand and watch for there’s nothing I can do about it. Maybe I can, but I know too well of its beastly futility. Our lives are enigmatic miseries and yet we ramble on about how beautiful we are. We are organic dirt, a splattered hue of scarlet blood veined creatures so fragile, so ephemeral that we splinter into thousand fragments thinking we’re on the verge of an immortalized epiphany. The truth is, you and I are as messed up as our ruffled hair and our skulls are secretly cracked with sinful entities. As much as they glorify something that doesn’t exist, we’ll always be surrounded by painful lies and people who hurt. You may think someone is perfect out there for you but there isn’t. Imperfections come masked in graceful figures reeking of a beauty that isn’t even there. Deception crawls slowly as time dwindles away in the lonely hour. People make you feel when you don’t want to. Crystals of tears succumb to the gravity of emotion and there’s so much to say sometimes that it kills you on the inside. Feelings would’ve never meant so much had it not been for the people you desire from the deepest corners of your heart. But when everything merges in an endless sphere of fear, morphed by flaws you find and people you pursue, all you’re left with is yourself- battered and bruised in a love that was never meant to be.
Vee
Hi there! Such a warm, breezy day it is outside as I am slowly gliding my hands from word to word to create a symphony among the randomly-arranged alphabets swept across the keyboard. okay no. This is who I am. Details,basically. Details overwhelm me. Gleaming motifs suffused with color. Dark shadows in narrow alleys. Subtle sunlight through the canopies. Air redolent with mist. I love anything and everything capable of enticing me into a deep thought process. Soft drizzles. Pine woods. Streaks of freshly mown grass. I love music and literature and books and photography and travel. Yes. perception and perspective. love and laughs. rocks and rivers. And this is what I intend to do. Write for my love for writing. The sheer pleasure. Let it be eccentric, unconventional, beautiful, what have you. This is me. Welcome to the world of a whimsical and wandering soul. P.S.- don't forget to gaze through the window panes. x]
April 28, 2017 at 4:58 pm
The truth is you and I are messed up as our ruffled hair and our skulls are secretly cracked with sinful entities. Now, snakes are people. This is brilliant writing dear. Totally loved it.💓💓
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April 28, 2017 at 5:01 pm
It’s so nice to hear from you again, Jen. Thank you for your beautiful words. I’m really glad that you liked this piece. xx
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April 28, 2017 at 5:11 pm
I love this so much. It’s very relatable. I love the ending ka part. You are the best vidisha 💞
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April 28, 2017 at 6:11 pm
Thank you so much, Jeremy. Your words are comforting, as always.
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April 28, 2017 at 5:36 pm
Yes, that’s the kind of thing I look for to read
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April 28, 2017 at 6:11 pm
I’m glad you could find it here. xx
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April 28, 2017 at 11:00 pm
I would have loved to have written this when I was in my twenties. But now I am in my seventies and I am glad for those brief times when someone didn’t turn into a snake or when I saw through the covering to the real beauty inside. And even now I can see the beauty in your writing.
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April 29, 2017 at 3:38 am
I’m sure, with age, people understand things better and view them in a better way than the youth ever can. I’m glad we echo the same thoughts somehow. Thank you for your warm words. x
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April 29, 2017 at 8:05 am
Vidisha, this post is intensely soulful and powerful that it find its way in our soul like the light traversing.
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May 1, 2017 at 4:06 am
Thank you so very much for such a wonderful way of describing this piece. I’m truly flattered. x
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May 1, 2017 at 5:27 pm
A pleasure Vidisha:)
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April 30, 2017 at 12:15 pm
Loved this so much. Looking forward to learn so much from you ❤
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May 1, 2017 at 4:07 am
Thank you dearly. xx
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April 30, 2017 at 7:58 pm
I forever look forward to reading your work and as always you never fail to impress. xx
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May 1, 2017 at 4:09 am
Reading your comment made me so happy. Thank you. It really means a lot to me. xx
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May 1, 2017 at 2:47 am
That is so much beautifully weaved 👌
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May 1, 2017 at 4:09 am
Thank you bud. ^-^
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May 2, 2017 at 5:25 pm
“The truth is, you and I are as messed up as our ruffled hair and our skulls are secretly cracked with sinful entities.”
It’s not going to be long before people starting quoting you. 🙂
Did I mention you’re going to be famous af? *Touchwood*
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May 3, 2017 at 3:08 am
Geez. That’s taking it too far, bud. Thank you for being so optimistic about it, It means a lot to me. I hope you’re having a beautiful day. xx
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May 3, 2017 at 3:14 am
Hope you have a good day too bug. 🙂
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May 14, 2017 at 10:28 pm
Such a beautiful piece of writing, this kinda writing makes me want to become an author.
Olivia x
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May 16, 2017 at 6:41 am
I’m so thankful for your comment. If this piece could even spark a sliver of inspiration in you, I’d be grateful and glad. Love, Vidisha. x
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September 9, 2017 at 1:04 pm
You are a bona fide pundit. A word to summarise your writings is supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. Keep up the good work,Miss Shakespeare
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September 9, 2017 at 2:00 pm
Oh my. I’m pretty sure no one is going to use that word for another decade or so. You made me Google it. But thank you ever so much, Tushar. I’m so glad that you liked my work. Means a lot to me.
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