H A L D I
in progress
turmeric, water, calligraphy ink, sindoor (vermillion powder), found wooden ladder, yarn braid with tassels, acrylic paint, mixed media paper roll, fixative.
S U N / h a l d i
Even in the morning
When the mind is said to be
Clearest
Still I am silent
My thoughts covered
By a taught plastic film
Through which words and fish
Escape entrapment
Escape expression
Evade my indifferent fingers
And slide deeper down still
To a place that has no voice
The voice cannot be found
It is so ancient
Its scream died long ago
A blue star, a nebula.
