Who am I?
"A teenager painting life post sunny skies in her own shades own of blue and grey, dull and mundane , yet beautiful"
30.06.2021
wildest of desires, serendipitous dreams , fiery fingertips , and unknown prophecies ...
"Void" by Astha Kesri
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
- "the dead soldier's quest back home", Astha || 27.2.2022
I suffer from stargazing...
:(
I want to disappear
" if I start writing down everything that goes inside my brain....there you go xD "
I live with the fear of having to ask myself if I gave up too soon , and somehow that's all that keeps me going...
Maybe there's more to me than what they wanted , and I must've kept some secrets only to grow through all these wounds of mine...
I wonder if missing you was a mistake
What have I been staying up late for ? Why couldn't I sleep ? Maybe I should want myself more , maybe longing for you is killing me ...
I have monsters swirling through storms inside me , but I might as well look fine ...
16.11.2021
- "Autumn", Astha