" 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 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
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 can't explain myself, I'm afraid,
Sir, because I'm not myself,
you see. "
- "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…)
@metamorphesque @kill-your-darlin
How could I be yours, when 'am not even mine?
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...
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
I want to believe in myself,
but who the fuck am I??