'My Dystopic Nightmares': An Artist's Impression of the Lockdown
Sarim Naved
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Amidst a nationwide lockdown, political instability and isolation, I turn to art to vent my suppressed fears about what's going around and what lies ahead.
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1. They burnt their hunger into ashes.
They ate the ashes with honey.
Sweet honey.
Sweeter than the prime time news debates!
2. I saw a window-like creature.
A creature that craves for freedom.
Freedom comes with a cost.
There's freedom available in the market.
But the shops are closed.
The shops that used to sell freedom online are closed too!
3. I saw a human.
A human of orthochromatic sensation.
A human who screams.
A human who is a construction worker of isolation.
A human who used to use black tapes instead of concrete.
4. Who abandoned whom?
They said the car abandoned the street.
I saw the street to abandon the car.
The street was hungry.
Hungry enough to not eat anything.
5. I saw them.
They were playing games.
Locked down.
Indoor games.
They were playing indoor games with nail cutters.
They cut their nails like nightmares cut the wounds.
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