"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...
"Void" by Astha Kesri
Lines that start with "If I could ...." are so painful. They remind me of emotions I've experienced before but haven't been able to confess , to my own self or to anyone ever , their anger and fear borne numbness wording long dead dreams into a broken sentence , drawing parallels between a world we drew as kids and the one we lived through gasping for the very colors we were promised...
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 want to believe in myself,
but who the fuck am I??
I suffer from stargazing...
I need to stop deactivating my social media accounts and calling it therapy
- 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
- "Self portraits, roses and her brain...on fire", Astha
" I can't explain myself, I'm afraid,
Sir, because I'm not myself,
you see. "
I am still stuck in a reality that doesn't exist anymore...