Film, Art & Design – Bharat Sarwaiya
18 Dec 98 | A pearl; white sheet of paper with patches; runaway trains: An investigation
Look at this bleak mountain and taste its shadow falling over your hairy chest.
This is the white distemper wall,
you clean twice whenever your shadow stretch out as the sun sets.
This is the plastic bag sprinkler and your golden blue plants,
smelling of your girlfriend’s underarms.
And this is the place, where you stand,
where the world exists.
You are not what you seem.
You are not what you were.
Tell us every thing.
Tell every thing you know about.
Tell, finally, where were you last night.
2 Jan 99 | Fragments
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.
5 Jan 99 | Box, bag, chair, lens
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.