A
dark belligerent sea rises in anger
The night has a deadly mission I can see –
Gloom
deepens to darkness, turns purple
I feel dark inside
They
are here, they drive me
Dark shadows in my room
She
is mad.
She
has her brains in her heart or the heart in her
head. She lives the experience twice. First when
she actually lands in a situation and takes the
full experience of life. The second, she she filters
it, takes the essence in a poem and relives it.
That is why for an actress, her first take is
always her second take. So too with her poems.
To play the role of a mad woman, she went all
the way and lived with the women in an asylum.
It was a very close brush with life, it bruised
her mind and heart. And she bled poems.
A
dagger pierces the gut and my sanity reels
Hurled in a corner, I live and re-live my life
Closing in on me, inch by deathly inch
Vicious spiteful beings
Hissing… hissing…
‘Black
Wind’
The
role in the film became secondary, and the poem
assimilated the firsthand experience of life in
‘Black Wind’.
The
intensity that she lives with is apparent in her
lines. There is a desperation, exasperation. She
dies a hundred times in an explosive moment of
life. The liquid is thick as we swallow. She squeezes
every experience into a black hole. The gravity
is so heavy and intense that all the light she
throws up, comes back to the star – the
sun. She is the big sun. I wonder how she manages
to live with a smile, that heartwarming smile.
One
candle between us
And the world beyond. . .
. . .
Why is it . . . that i still wait
For someone ?
Yet
she doesn’t relax. She is keen and curious
to find
‘another way of living life’. In a
dense jungle hunting for an
insect, she wants to hunt moments in this vast
wilderness of time.
