Film, Art & Design – Bharat Sarwaiya
25 Nov 97 | Death
“You must know that you had escaped the fall of life
and that’s why the silence escapes you in return.
So listen… don’t fall anymore.
“He stood motionless, facing my blank face, not understanding anything.
14 Jun 99 | Pages of jars and bottles
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.
22 Jun 99 | Playing king
…. 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.