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"Void" by Astha Kesri
- Written by Astha Kesri
- Visuals by Vaishnavi
The text has been formatted by amalgamating the various stages my brain tends to process emotions through. With poetry and, without it.
I am extremely thankful to Vaishnavi for visualizing this piece. I can’t think of anyone else who’d film my poetry as you have. I look forward to more such collaborations where both of us can pursue our love for creating art.
@metamorphesque @kill-your-darlin @ashstfu @ritikajyala
- "Inventing Love" by Astha Kesri
(inspired by the idea of food as a love language; portrayed beautifully in most K dramas; intrigued by these very episodes of metaphoric depiction, my own analysis of certain soft human emotions conveyed through food…)
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Loneliness in Cities
Art Medium : Charcoal Drama : My Liberation Notes (2022)
" with love, sir, i wish to serve myself some bread before I serve you a course, for I've starved my own hunger, and now I crave anything alive. "
" apologies, for I have been, scared, but aggressively, aggressively scared sir "
" I've washed dirt, and scrubed your basins white, sir, but I must say, your wine stained shirt remains. It commands me to honor it's poetic wrath with reality "
And how she thanked the world, for it's awaited doom, in casual conversations about flowers,
she'd smile at autumn, for death wasn't new to her, but the after...
" Poetic Betrayals " - Astha kesri
11.05.2022
I lost so much,
I thought I had nothing...
I suffer from stargazing...
- "the dead soldier's quest back home", Astha || 27.2.2022
- "Long lost, and never found", Astha
- "Self portraits, roses and her brain...on fire", Astha
I keep forgetting myself
- "Autumn", Astha
:(
"I slept, and slept, with my brain alive"
"I mistook a broken mirror for anonymity, and pared a hundred "me" within"
- Astha, "my two week old butterfly days" *a random collection of my 2am monologues*
00:18
" If I could love you, I'd write about us everyday" - Astha 24.01.2022
Walls,
I wish I could walk through them...
The tragedy of being an artist is having to withhold a thousand souls in one body,
escaping only to conquer or to be doomed...
Such keen observers, how reticent to the naked eye,
yet, overwhelmingly exposed, aggressively honest, spatially present,
as if to mock oneself...
How January of a month to birth a poet in me ~
- Astha, "I should've painted my face blue", 18.01.2022
30.12.2021
I am still stuck in a reality that doesn't exist anymore...
"I don't want to feel like this,
but this is all I feel..."
21:57 pm
How loud, would she have been, with glistening red tears of fury, loss, and wars within...
Who would've maimed her autumnal skies, rose skin, gentle aesthete, and country choruses, enough to spiral into a dark vacuum of shambolic ambitions?
How loud, would she have been, to chisel a world within...to feel so much only to feel nothing...
16.11.2021
I want to believe in myself,
but who the fuck am I??
I wanna be a cloud :(
I want to...runaway
" I can't explain myself, I'm afraid,
Sir, because I'm not myself,
you see. "
3:33am
I've dreamt of better days, I still do...
I should've cried less, back when I could...
Take me...away.......
I need to stop overthinking...
I wish to walk through crowds of people , and to be filled with a sense of sonder and disbelief as to how I'd be able to access the most fascinating of stories...
I have dreams,
big enough,
to be buried within...