" I Can't Explain Myself, I'm Afraid,

I wanna be a cloud :(

I want to believe in myself,

but who the fuck am I??

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

//Fulminare//

I seem to have fallen for grey skies as I see myself running past gushing winds ,laying flat on the grass  humming quotes from my favorite books,those I seem to have etched onto my skin , into unknown,  poetic , compositions of music, misery and love. And oh my! running through storms , hysterically laughing , barefoot , with my hands in the air , trying to capture this feeling for I wish it to last forever.

- "Autumn", Astha

- "Long lost, and never found", Astha

"I have nothing to say" , and more lies...

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...

30.06.2021

wildest of desires, serendipitous dreams , fiery fingertips , and unknown prophecies ...

" 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