Film, Art & Design – Bharat Sarwaiya
24 Dec 98 | Pictures, song, fools, wind
Nets visible around the tube wells with weapons…
hanging over their straw shaped hooks.
Plastic ball pens,
Burning weed stacks,
Roads piled with falling asteroids….
…. To free you from your silver shoes.
21 Dec 98 | Asylum
Cardboard box of snail shells;
A jug with warm milk, tied up in threads;
A red table cloth with checkered, blue pattern;
White squares with old gold coins,
resting over these glass poles in your verandah.
A room inside a tree trunk [empty and cold] with a few crawling ants.
Low, swift flowing wind at the entrance, creating escape trails for young pilots.
Window of your room opens away to this facing street.
Dim yellow light from rusting lampposts.
Disappearing people; empty cardboard box like shops.
Open, rainy pavement joining hands with your sitting friend.
He pops out his head, to take a look at the passing crowd:
holding dull jute handbags, white cotton shirts…
… muddy leather shoes with untied shoelaces.
Prevent him from forgetting….
these little things because some things are like reflections,
kept flickering to be grasped…
…. And kept remembered… for nothing at all.
15-25 Dec 98 | Spare room with cracks
His rise is being spied upon, from clever little eyes from the sky.
Watch me hearing you speak, with your clever only eye ….
…. Because we’re being watched… Watching you