I have saved tulips for you.
Tulips of winter that couldn’t find earth in my homes but grow outside my gate to this world.
On the other side is my woolen thread unraveling from my loom here, my weave, a stitch that I have missed.
There is a net now distorted.
Fungi of gods growing on dead wood.
An hourglass body unplanned.
Head of a fallen tree is responsible for the sun to rise and a shapeless branch is making me dream of black clouds, free falls, vanishing artist.
This is the blanket knit from my missed stitch.
A gap on purpose without will.
I am covering the absence. Your absence. Ghost pages of your diary.
I will keep it blank.
I will trace you back.
V Paliwal
Image from Artist Nasreen Mohamedi’s Diary.
Excerpt here is part of Kohl Rivers project in collaboration with artist and poet Shringi Kumari.
