MATCHBOX POEMS-2014-17
 |  The world is hooked revealing its inner threads No more upward looking Breasts within it Same painful tenderness Same Brimming of it |
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 |  Dude Why do you expect me to breed Sunflowers in this estate of the rubber trees |
 Once again, this bed of loneliness..... |  |
 No racing Just grazing |  why am I inside You |
 Lying and watching... Far away a ............ burnt down Seeing it as if it were a .............. Now speaking this is a voooooooooice fallen between two giant rocks |  Dont ask from which village Say, ................ Also not from which city Just show ............ |
 This...Body....child....cross....not...waterfalls...fall ...is ...for ...you ...to ...bang...on... |  The one who came huge like a mountain Falls like a drop Who needs a toy, now |
 SMS from the strange one, the Prime Minister !! |  Ah ! chutney of that flower |
 Come closer Lemme swallow you Let all of them scatter in search of you let them find you from this nasty mouth They may say, 'he was here around the other day' |  No Water No Electricity A vessel Now sailing |
 Was there at night by the bedside vanished with the lungee that was removed last night Something loud is embarking |  Man, Bite your .......... Wet your .........., then swallow it Drink your memories Lots of work pending You don't deserve ......... |
PAGES FROM THE MINDWATCH - 2013-17
This is a Photoromance Project conceived by Kavitha alongwith her friends who found randomly interested in sharing their life vis-a-vis their female stereotypes. The language of mockery and image cloning in this project, consciously negate the seriousness of the language of photo-romancing that has an attitude of documentation and a 'political re-draft of the patriarchal social narrative'.'Pages from the Mindwatch' is rather a life that is being lived out and this is raising questions in history
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DISPLAY OF MATCHBOX POEMS @ MERZBARN, UK
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POEMS & LIES @MERZBARN curated by Charley Holt
Courier
‘Ustad Bismilla Khan’ sent me a courier
When a song was kept to sleep in his lap
It was the latest grown yam in his courtyard.
He plucked it
Washed its dirt off
On a restless morning
Enclosed in hardboard boxes
One inside the other
Covered further in newspaper
Pasted all ends with cello tape,
Again covered in a bigger box
Addressing my name,
A scribble of my mobile number, too
He got up content within,
as he gets up always from those fabulous concert
There is by chance an axe-mark on the yam
and it must have watered itself in strange pink
For my wet palm was getting so scratchy
and itchy with an unknown pain
It seemed an endless wait
On a lonely day at last
It reached at my address.
The packet had started sprouting like a lover’s jeans
Having washed off its dirt again, just out of a habit,
I Kept it safe among those handsome other yams,
Tomatoes Beetroots and drumsticks
Then on a fine morning at last
Taking it out, again by virtue of a habit,
I made a delicious yam
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DISPLAY OF PAGES FROM THE MINDWATCH & OTHER WORKS-2017
A group show of JIGSAW ARTIST'S COLLECTIVE @ Loafers Cafe, FortKochi
Jigsaw is a playful puzzle game. Charlie Holt, Hilary Dehn & Kavitha Balakrishnan, We three artists are three humans constantly moving at quite a distance in time, space and life at large. What connects us would perhaps be our crisscrossing artistic intimacies in some virtual plains and brains. We deal with jumbled genres of drawing, collecting, archiving, collage-ing, connect-ing, poem-ing, designing, cloth-hanging, texts and text-ing amongst us. Histories pass through our varied moments, like bullet trains we have not yet travelled in. We insert our stories in each work but our languages are discreet. At some puzzling moments, in some attempts to make sense of each other’s works and lives, we realize that we only can love the other’s language, if not access, acquire and use it for any prescribed purpose, discipline and context, even so called as Art.
We are interested in non-prescribed spaces that we can create for our temporal uses anywhere in the world. Jigsaw is the name we use, to name any on-going experimental life of artists and poets.
It is our curiously mingling personal, political, and cultural embraces that bring us together from different parts of the world for a life together in collaboration and love, perhaps the only way ahead to deal with conflicts on this earth!
https://jigsawartists.jimdo.com/
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CLOTH HANGINGS / LUNGI POEMS
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FROM MY SKETCHBOOK OF DAILY DEMOCRACY -2010
WATERCOLOURS - 2008-10
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TWO PORTRAITS OF 2011
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STATE OF THE AFFAIRS - 2010-12
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SKETCHBOOK OF THE PEEcock WOMEN - 2012
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WATER THEME PARK - 2005-08
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