Astha Shri

“Nature, it seems, has a way of returning things to how they should be.”
― Fennel Hudson, Wild Carp: Fennel's Journal No. 4

“Do not turn me
into
restless waters

if you cannot promise
to be my stream.”
― Sanober Khan

“That’s what it feels like when you touch me. Like millions of tiny universes being born and then dying in the space between your finger and my skin. Sometimes I forget.”
― Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You

“If the boy who draws
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.

Poem N. 8”
― Alaska Gold, Growing Light