- 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
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??
- "Long lost, and never found", Astha
I wanna be a cat so bad
I need to stop deactivating my social media accounts and calling it therapy
Been painting all my favorite stormy weather pictures from pinterest and I so wanna be a part of them x
- "Self portraits, roses and her brain...on fire", Astha
" If I could love you, I'd write about us everyday" - Astha 24.01.2022
"I have nothing to say" , and more lies...
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.