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Author Archive for: sarwiya

3 Oct 2010 | INSIDE

in WORDS / by sarwiya
January 24, 2013

I hear clouds striking grey above… with lists of unfolding stories.

Tired lots of belongings, collecting simple little things off your
palms.

Rear view mirror showcasing your dense forehead… arranging the
complex arthematics of chance… smearing away things we love.

The yellow lamp post, same old walkways… makes remember more
everyday those silly indexes of coversations… ending everytime on
your last smile.

The mirage under the small bridge shines through your box shaped
heads… underlaying new details… newer stories.

You see my reflections every single day… grabbing these pockets of
air… displaying my failing sight… resting over your forehead.

Things are simple yet obscured.

We are here but lost.

Where are the things we recognized.

20 Dec 98 | NEW CLOTHES SHAPED LIKE FOG

in WORDS / by sarwiya
January 24, 2013
When it drops its seeds [like clumsy rain drops] onto a womb, spraying like meteorites,
And hands covered with white cotton, protecting your sunrays from freezing.
Wait here, for it to photograph you… standing out there….
Losing air in front of everyone.
When it breaks these silent, empty strings of this web shaped green insect,
Like angry ants, gathering around its tiny, white egg, making silly, dumb gestures.
Its yellowing ray, enters this room of leaves, opening out…
       To eclipse the hidden black ghost…
                 Where freezing cold wind is making it to burn out empty handed.

18 Mar 99 | MIX

in WORDS / by sarwiya
January 24, 2013
Puffed, green leaf mosquito, rusting loudspeaker fins tailing over my eyebrows…
ringing red in your empty, rainy shed of clumsy dreams.
               A silent little walk with skeletons left behind;
mustard gesturing trees in folding beautiful arms over me,
with flowers from inside of the resting coffins.
              Wet brick red street, reflecting gray little clouds,
white school trees,
empty music box picture mobiles hurled up the ground above…
mixing with sleepy fumes.
              Sleek strings of a blouse, unbuttoned shirt,
drying fan… with all wet men below  …
reviewing your references.

16 Mar 99 | MEASUREMENT: DARKENING LAYER OF WAX

in WORDS / by sarwiya
January 24, 2013
Dark shuttle discolored whitening eyeballs with unfortunate syllabus of wordless game.
Reading this readymade poem in reflections like shimmering apron…
 revolving around your head.
Green P.V.C sleeve, knotted around your ankle
with pots returning from space over your unbuttoned sleek book.
Snoring departure songs,
Sliding glass windows, Hot, noisy turbines… getting sweaty results…
of voices recorded over this drawing board…
and I’m boring and always “ready to wear” and sleeping here…
to catch hold you…
for forever.

22 Jun 99 | PLAYING KING

in WORDS / by sarwiya
January 24, 2013
…. Then he went about his usual manner of stroking his neck.
Separations were ready on his desk.
He clicked a few times, corrected some spellings and
stroked his neck again. Surveillance video was tracing him,
focusing over his hands, zooming on to his nails.
       He stroked again and typed:
A Lion, behind a green pocket,
getting parcel packed,
licking fifteen samples of sweets alongside marching boots,
rubbing down sugary, fading faces.
All this is better than you are.
                     _ Your dumb ass.

5 Jan 99 | BOX, BAG, CHAIR, LENS

in WORDS / by sarwiya
January 24, 2013
Gum all over brown marble floor, white paper bits,
and Cold uneasy feet with angry red muscles…
         … gifted to uncover everything.
                    Rest… but don’t sleep…
Because he is bad and has dark, yellow eyes.

2 Jan 99 | FRAGMENTS

in WORDS / by sarwiya
January 24, 2013
Fragments [A] The road: my classroom’s toilet. 
          The war generals smile over your turning face.

Fragments [B]
Cat, swallowed the food [before leaving the cage open],
escaping from hungry stomach of this little boy.
A magnifying glass burned the skin of the sun…
             … Leaving it… to decay in my mothers lap.

14 Jun 99 | PAGES OF JARS & BOTTLES

in WORDS / by sarwiya
January 24, 2013
Pretty looking objects, unheard song lines, month of March,
Cages, electricity, pause.
Smash in your wicked thoughts.
How do you sleep through empty nights?
How do you dress every morning?
Can you remember anything?
Are you still naked?
Are you stiff?
Are you cracking?.. or soft?…or red?
…or polished like marble?
Are you safe like everybody?
Are you hiding something?
Can this ever happen again?
               This is neither chapter of inquisitions,
nor any game people play.
Thank you.

13 Nov 97 | TREES WITH LASER SHARPENED EDGES: THE BOX OF BEAUTIFUL LIE

in WORDS / by sarwiya
January 24, 2013
I was about to reach the top of that tree. At that moment I saw him,
helplessly trying to snatch hold my feet. He was shouting harshly without
noticing the engulfing fog. I took deep breaths,
as it was getting freezing cold and clutched tightly to the branch.
He couldn’t catch me. Instead fog, with its thousands of tiny,
cold droplets surrounded him. Little sounds ceased and I remained motionless.
    The white steam cleared away in seconds…
and his body fell over the slippery ground like some wet blanket.
He had a warm smile, and his eyes reflected the towering old trees surrounding us.
     Rainwater started washing him away.
I remained clinging to that tree, freezing blue with dry fear.

16 Apr 98 | SUNDANCE

in WORDS / by sarwiya
January 24, 2013
New boats are arriving at this water tank [old, wooden and rusting].
Someone tosses a coin but…
it disappears cleverly inside this room.
       He’s laughing with tears, servants, packets, joys of life.
This made everybody happy. So…
I need to leave now…
because other boats are arriving.
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