Nikita Gill Quotes

Poet and writer

Nikita Gill (born 20 June 1987) is a British-Indian poet, playwright, writer and illustrator based in south England. She has written and curated eight volumes of poetry. Gill uses social media to engage her audience and she has over 650,000 followers on Instagram, one of the most popular poets on the platform.

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she was the kind of girl
who was a chaos of contradictions
from one second to the next,
for her mind was never free.

And you say you are broken, but broken mirrors like you create the most beautiful patterns of light.

You are every beautiful thing that has ever happened to me wrapped in a person. You may think you are ordinary, but to me you are as magical as the ocean.

I hope you summon your courage and you invite your demons to tea, and you learn to listen to all their stories.

We are the blood
of the witches
you thought were dead.

We carry witchcraft in our bones
whilst magic still sings
inside out heads.

When the witch hunters
imprisoned out ancestors
when they tried to burn the magic away.

Someone should have
warned them
that magic cannot be tamed.

Because you cannot burn away
what has always
been aflame.

She is alone.
And oh
how brilliantly she shines.

Persephone, grant me the foresight to know when I must let go my old life to start anew.

Artemis, grant me the strength of your spine when you helped deliver Apollo, your own twin.

Athena, grant me the solidarity in your sinews for which you were born in all of your armour.

Aphrodite, grant me the kind of heart that always follows my passions true.

Andromeda grant me the wish to never fall out of love with the night sky or the glisten of it’s stars.

And Hera, grant me your fury, so I can remind my enemies I am not the weakness they perceive, I am the oncoming storm, I am war.

Her mother told her
she could grow up to be
anything she wanted to be,
so she grew up to become
the strongest of the strong,
the strangest of the strange,
the wildest of the wild,
the wolf leading the wolves.

Some things are beautiful, but they are beautiful in the way of the sun. If you fly too close, they will melt your wings and send you plummeting into the sea.

The thing I admire most
about you
is no matter how hard,
or how much the world
has tried to
beat you,
break you,
destroy you,
and throw you to the wolves
you are still here,
turning all your pain
all your suffering
into armor,
into determination,
into weapons
and earning the respect
of that same pack of wolves
that were meant to rip you
limb from limb.

You deserve someone who lets you glow in every way you need to.

People talk about love like it is patient and kind. Love is also dark. It is ferocious and angry and destructive.

I am the girl who spends hours huddled in a corner of a library, trying to find what you love the most about Marlowe, just so I can write you a poem worthy of Shakespeare. I've made books my lovers, hours my enemies and you the only story.

Teach your daughters their battle cries are needed far more than their silence and hear them deafen the world with their fearlessness.

"... I am done being in love with you."
"Why?"
"I am in love with someone else. Someone who needs it more than you."
"Who?"
"Me."