"I Have Nothing To Say" , And More Lies...

I have dreams,

big enough,

to be buried within...

Vulnerable yet dominant

I wish to fill myself with answers to questions I've never asked, for my mind is a hesitant colossal of chaos and mysteries , and it demands , but wouldn't dare , to know , more...

"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...

- 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

Been painting all my favorite stormy weather pictures from pinterest and I so wanna be a part of them x

I wish to be held close , curled up in bed, with someone whispering " it's alright, everything will be alright " , as I cry with outmost uncertainty and numbness / I wish to feel the warmth of their breath , as I lay with clenched fists, tears rolling down my cheeks , my nails etching moons on my sweaty palms / their hands slowly slipping into mine, asking me to hold on for a little longer, promising me that they'll never leave me / I wish to feel the prevailing silence mixed with a sense of belonging / I wish to live these moments with someone, I wish to not be left alone...

- my autumn soul, dying beautifully everyday...

I need to stop deactivating my social media accounts and calling it therapy

I keep forgetting myself

How could I be yours, when 'am not even mine?