Film, Art & Design – Bharat Sarwaiya
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
20 Dec 98 | Creases
Hairless men, with closed eyelids,
sitting silently in a room full of unfinished, wooden doors.
This large prism, containing yellowing viscous fluid,
over this blue table of yours, is busy showing refracting small, green beans…
shaped like little fingers.
An inverted brown table, out in this dry grassland with fine brass wires,
to switch off cremation of glittering faces.
Doors with a picture of god with [a few] snakes like tongues.
Trapped blue flies mixing in the sky, with boxes shaped like other boxes.
Windows opening out to the street of fools, with red, swift latches.
Electric bulbs with balloons, fog, crushing sounds.
Dangerous little dwarfs with cross-stitched arms
watching every body switching on their wings in front of millions of schizophrenics,
none of who cares to die.
20 Dec 98 | Puncture: Survival
A man in an old blue car, behind the rubble of concrete,
stretching out his arms to disprove his punctured tyres;
Sugar crystals, over bodies with small dead insects,
reflecting the rusted iron bridge.
White embroided handkerchief,
resting over operating table with sleeping, unjust corpses.
News channels showing lines of dull reflections over pavements of empty streets,
recording every step; White men, with surgeons laugh,
concealing scary disfigured arms in huge,
long pockets; Things wrapped in red silk sheets, like television sets…
ready for a freefall.
Secret underground tunnels, with fields above dry without water.
Herds of men and women swimming there,
to catch hold every single raindrop before all of it dissolves.
Hot, boiling pots with mud houses; Net mending zombies with sown,
sealed eye-flaps;
Beautiful war with multiple photocopies stored away in every one of your drawers.
Hang it over the wall, with picture of your family,
… along with shadows of your chest.