PART 2

PART 2


And Venus rising from the sea!
And Venus for sure…or…or…
Ain’t it David? The celebrated naked!

Wretched red-light and the honking sea,
Desperate connoisseurs poking eyes out…
And its David, celebrating naked;
David as my common human sense says,
Venus unclad if, is without ‘if’ screwed down.

And approved by my culture, it is David then;
Standing between these ‘to and fro’,
Signaling the sweating civilization to wait;
To wait…to wait and to watch…
Something that was a compulsory choice.

And one among this multitude…
And the vast multitude within that one-
Abhorrence…
Disgust….
Anger…
Shame…
Pity…
Indifference…
And this and that and else.

And at least one admiration.

Still humming the songs of high renaissance,
Enchanted still by newly unraveled ITALY,
And in awe of Vinci and Angelo,
I admired this modern symmetry-
A microcosm opens to macrocosm,
Telling the telling of time untold-
This is David in bone, in flesh.

A well –made skeleton, fit engined,
Packed within its size-cut skin;
Crowned and garlanded with whitening shrubs,
It is the celebration of modern art.
Its hanging …dropping…shrinking vitality,
Vanishing into its pouched potency-
Restoring mankind’s lost innocence.

What a brave new world!
And how little ambitious!
No single Angelo to claim this David?
No art monger to proclaim this art?
No creator wishes acknowledgement?

That’s the beauty of our time;
Or, say the beauty of ‘no time’.

Kudos to us for failing dead Angelo,
In making of this David, part two,
From his 3-D to our modern 4-D.

Fortunate I to witness this modern creation,
And David now signals us to motion,
And bids us for our floral destination.

I am back again to the unraveling of time.
This time I wish it another way.
Preparing for the next surprise exhibition-
A laughing Buddha…
A silent Mahavira…
…or a stripped Draupadi…


SEQUEL 2 IN LIVE MODERN ART GALEERY.
GOOD LUCK! THE BEST IS YET TO COME.



NOTES- one day i saw a person,must be some beggar, whose both legs were rotten and worms were creeping out. it pitiable, it was disgusting, it was revolting.a police man asked some rikshaw puller to carry him awy, to somewhere else. it was nere new delhi railway station.
one evening, when coming back from university, i saw a mad person standing at a redlight, waving his hand like a traffic police. he had no clothes on. different passengers reacted in different ways. i felt some sympahy. i dont know how true it was or is.