Asmita

she/her | 20 | bisexual | Calcutta a brown-hued escape where every word breathes love, loneliness, and quiet longing. i write each emotion like it’s the first time i’ve felt it. “Loving you meant letting you go. If you were meant to be you'd return. Or else, I'd stay the broken soul I am.” vulnerable in one breath, unreadable in the next 📍follow me on instagram @jeez.asmitaaa

[nixscriptum]

[jeez-asmitaaa]

What's the outside world like?

Is it like how I saw it last time

Or has it changed?

Did I miss a millennium

Or just a decade?

Does anyone remember me

Or am I forgotten?

[jeez-asmitaaa]

Rain, are you?

-by Asmita Mukherjee

The clouds obey me

Water themselves down

Whenever to please me

To make me giddy and gay.

But like every brat he disobeys;

As if he knew better?

Or as if he's the God himself?

Oh how careless of him,

Away from banishment every second.

There are often slaves praying upto him,

Yet he is my slave!

Me he should obey!

Accept as One True God!

But revolution is in their blood,

While the praise getting to his head.

The blood of a dirty mutt

Disloyal and greedy

Wanting to rise higher;

“Higher?” I chuckled wholeheartedly,

“Oh God! Everyone thinks to be a Lucifer, isn't it?

The revolutionary? The higher than God?”

The fallen angel I'll make Him..