Loneliness in Cities
Art Medium : Charcoal Drama : My Liberation Notes (2022)
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" 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
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I lost so much,
I thought I had nothing...
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I suffer from stargazing...
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- "the dead soldier's quest back home", Astha || 27.2.2022
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- "Long lost, and never found", Astha
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I keep forgetting myself
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"I slept, and slept, with my brain alive"
"I mistook a broken mirror for anonymity, and pared a hundred "me" within"
- Astha, "my two week old butterfly days" *a random collection of my 2am monologues*
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" If I could love you, I'd write about us everyday" - Astha 24.01.2022
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Walls,
I wish I could walk through them...
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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
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30.12.2021
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