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A Mad Girl's Love Song

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  • ashwdhi 119w

    As a child
    I was told that
    I was dancing too hard
    For others to catch up,
    I was reading too fast
    For others to understand,
    And my playmates complained
    That i fought too hard,
    When i lost a game.

    So i grew up a girl
    Who dances too hard
    When she cannot bear,
    Laughs too much
    When she cannot cry,
    And loves too hard,
    When she cannot contain
    All of it in her heart.
    I grew up a women
    Who lives too hard
    To ever give up,
    And breathes too hard
    When the going gets tough.
    Who never forgets ,
    When you hurt her too much.

    - Ashwdhi Nair
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  • ashwdhi 119w

    If i was a witch, you would be my Patronus.

    - Ashwdhi Nair
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  • ashwdhi 119w

    “Our dark parts are actually not ‘dark’ at all - they are just frightened inner regions yearning for our fierce loving light”- Jeff Foster

  • ashwdhi 121w

    Damaged ,broken heart .
    Pieces stuck together,
    somehow with numbness,
    the asymmetry of
    unnatural tied sentiments,
    I was never good at art.
    I dress it up in armour,
    because the next hit,
    will be the last,
    because the next shock,
    Will turn my chest
    Into a rubble jar.
    Before i ask you
    to be gentle,
    give me time,
    to brave a new start.

    -Ashwdhi Nair
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  • ashwdhi 123w

    "I hurl my heart to halt his pace." - Sylvia Plath

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    Vacant

    You ring the doorbell.
    The sky dark,the air sombre,
    clouds turned grey,
    all stars hidden,
    winds cruel,
    all the little warmth
    summer left behind,
    has been sucked by the night.
    You stand outside her door,
    your silence a plea ,
    for refuge, for warmth,
    for care, for love.
    She must be mad,
    not letting you in,
    you intend to leave
    morrow again
    with no goodbyes,
    like you did not see
    her when you left,
    like you did not care
    to leave her bereft.
    Nobody told you
    that no longer does she exist,
    she told nobody
    that she was going to cut her wrist.

    - Ashwdhi Nair
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  • ashwdhi 125w

    “Is it really possible to tell someone else what one feels?”

    ― Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

  • ashwdhi 125w

    Farewell

    This is a season of no roses,
    but you fancied them such,
    like i loved you too much.
    So i collect this last bunch,
    to put them over your grave,
    because you always said ,
    that no distance between us,
    could not be covered with ,
    unspoken passion of red ,
    so i collect this last bunch ,
    before i go alone to bed ,
    even though this is
    a season of no roses ,
     i want to fare thee well.

    - Ashwdhi Nair
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  • ashwdhi 125w

    Shelter

    I wrote so much about you,
    and thought so less,
    that all our history
    became poetry,
    and sang itself,
    in the court of Memory,
    hanged itself,
    in the coronation
    of casual connections,
    and resurrected
    in my room of mirrors,
    where i see yourself
    in me and question,
    how dare i regret the fire
    that burned my kingdom,
    and i dance in the charred
    palace we once built,
    waltzing in the town halls
    drenched in blood,
    of false dreams killed
    and lost sanity .
    I laugh hysterically ,
    calculating how long
    we did live in a house of cards,
    imagining how my skin
    would burn, sleeping
    under this roof after so long.

    - Ashwdhi Nair
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  • ashwdhi 128w

    Swing

    Walked through a door,
    forgot what happened ,
    maybe you asked me
    to stay away ,
    so i walked back in,
    to ask if you
    wanted me to
    come back,
    and in this coming
    and going  ,
    going and coming ,
    i walked through the door,
    and lost all directions ,
    and flung myself out
    of the window ,
    in shaking balance,
    fell off the chair,
    and the rope tightened
    around my neck ,
    then i remembered,
    you had asked me to stay away.

    - Ashwdhi Nair
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  • ashwdhi 128w

    I couldn't believe in myself,
    until you believed in me first.


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