Nikita Gill - Tumblr Posts
request for @geekysnorlax:
name aesthetic: awen
poetic inspiration; the inspired individually
Remember you are the softest love you will ever have.
Nikita Gill, “Belonging” from wild embers: poems of rebellion, fire and beauty
You are a myth born to the wrong age. You are the kind of book that has magical stories trapped in every single page.
-Nikita Gill, wild embers: poems of rebellion, fire and beauty
"You need not fear the wolves you hide in your soul. They were made not to hurt you, but to protect you against this world."
-Nikita Gill, wild embers: poems of rebellion, fire and beauty
Fossilised Love by Nikita Gill
Sometimes I go digging
for memories of you
inside my own chest,
the way an archaeologist
does for fossils.
You are more precious
to me in memory,
less dangerous,
the same way
a carnivorous dinosaur is
in a museum.
And I wonder
how many of us are still
carrying our love
as fossils in our hearts?
-Nikita Gill, wild embers: poems of rebellion, fire and beauty, "Fossilised Love"
There is a reason for every war you are fighting right now, you just cannot see it yet.
Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)
“When we speak of Orpheus, we remember him as the boy who could charmed his way into the underworld with his music. The boy who convinced even the dread king and queen of the dead to give him his lost love back. The boy who lost the love of his life due to his own folly, he looked back, he looked back when he shouldn’t have. His grief takes up all the pages we can give him, he tells us his story and we mourn at his side. But less is spoken of Eurydice. The girl who lost her life so cruelly on her wedding day. The girl who never stopped hoping that the boy she loved would find her even in this cold place, he would find her because their love was stronger than death itself. There is little said of her utter betrayal to see her only second chance at life bartered for an impatient glance. Perhaps it is easier to know Orpheus’ mortal grief than it is to acknowledge Eurydice’s eternity of devastation. After all, dead women can tell no stories. And even if they could, the world has already been taught not care.”
— Eurydice, Nikita Gill
Learn to give people up before they hurt you beyond repair. Even if they tell you they will change. Even if they tell you that they love you. Just remember, love isn’t meant to be permanently damaging. Love is meant to aid your healing.
Nikita Gill
Some girls are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves instead of running away from them
Nikita Gill
“You are unexplored, unusual, and terrifyingly beautiful. And only a few will know how to love you without breaking you and making you dangerous.”
— Nikita Gill, To the Heartbroken Ones on this Night
I’m in awe of the lyricism of the masters, but its always, the simplicity that feels closer to the heart....
Maybe poets embellish everything too much. But, they are dreamers, who just wish to find beauty in ruin, in chaos, in tragedy and in death.....and Icarus was a tale of eternal tragedy through and through.
But his tale is hardly a warning, it is simply a lesson, to never be afraid of flying too high.
Yep, I’m digging my way through Nikita Gill.
I’m not much of a religious person, but I was born in an Indian family,and I was left free to form my own opinions on religion. For me its more about the colours, the bells, the passion...its more about culture than about faith.
‘Kali’is the complete antithesis of any other Goddess in the Hindu pantheon, she’s all blind rage and unbridled power, her first impression on the viewer is fear.
In India, ‘Kali’ is a mother, a protector, a lesson to all men, that a woman’s rage can burn their world to the ground.
Every woman I have ever loved is still working out how to love herself. Has a closetful of ghosts and has been to a hundred funerals of the women she used to be. Wonders what wounds her mother carries that she will never know about. Hopes that the weight of the world doesn't eventually crush her, that she is strong enough to handle it all. Wishes a day will come when she can put it all down, give her aching shoulders a rest. Wants someone to truly see her and not make a feast of her kindness and dreams. Is forever hiding a secret hunger for what calls to her in the dark. Holds a universe inside her, but has been told to make herself smaller despite the paradox. Praise be that universes are not in the business of listening to anyone but themselves. Every woman I have loved has thought about it. The art of disappearing. To be here one day, and the next, like smoke, simply gone.
- Nikita Gill, Every Woman I Have Ever Loved
People aren't homes, they never will be. People are rivers, always changing, forever flowing. They will disappear with everything you put inside them.
~ Nikita Gill
• I will not have you without the darkness that hides within you • I will not let you have me without the madness that makes me • If our demons cannot dance, neither can we •
Nikita Gill