Year: 2022 (ongoing)
Material: tongue, string, video and sound
Size and medium: 1280 x 720 pixels.
video documentation of performances

An unknown black thing armoured with a tongue is allegedly flying, tottering and sitting here and there in the valley. These are some found and eyewitness audio/visual recordings of the same. The audio has been unsatisfactorily transcribed and made sense of on the paper below. The tongue was found lying on the site where the thing was last sighted many moons ago.

28 /Be chas wanaan poz, subhu pyeath kaftan taam. (I speak truth, from dawn to night) I live in between black and white and see no colour. I speak the bird noise. I must not name the bird who came last night, flying above bridges and orchards with many hanging fruit. Shok-paseen has risen from the grave and the girl has blown wind in his wings, he flies in between earth and seven skies. I am no majoon, no servant of desire or any absolute. Remember the promise of low hanging fruit.



29 /Eat this twin badam and speak of your lord is the news from muqaam. Two sons you will get, nothing like the daughter you could never have.How can a child gestate inside a child? Lali sent me looking for you. Lali awaits your near the bund, laali cries for you in the nights. laale nilwath tshali ne zah

30 /Where has the kottarbaz gone? Pigeons have given a call. I sit here in this pool of my tears mixed with blood and snot, what do i care if they are dead or barely alive, says the baagwaan whose phulai was reduced to whispers on the ground. Whose misfortune has dug this trench between us, yours or mine?? laments Jaanbaaz.


31 /Her father cut her cord while she was still in his womb. She runs amok now, eats from my plate and vomits on yours.trimmed hair, long eyelashes, no bellybutton. A perfect creature for hell.

32 /Lo and behold the almighty is reigning free. To hell with your sour lovebites and monsoon love. There is no milk to feed the baby, no power to read the law, only fire fire in smouldering bellies and tears in fire. Ants are collecting the soor inside their mouths and wombs and carrying it onto their backs, shifting to new lives newer mountains.


33 / My mother told me to befriend strangers,danger was from the known. She walks blindfolded to the chunthe bagh.They cannot see,but she has eyes on her back. Its a distant land and we travel alot, out of pure rage we set out in the morning hoping to never return. She told me to never make a home, we weren’t supposed to be safe in them. Home was not a place to be, but to perpetually run towards. Remember the deception of the lushness of green and the eternally running water underneath



35 /Remember the promise of the broken february breath and january silence. Zarul safeguards the wronged poet, zarul stitches together the remains of his violated book. Look around and Do you not see?

36 /Ye oss tamaam dadein dawa, ath os shefa, ath tei gov kanser te es ti ga tabah. Khabar kya raaz chu ye says the returning boatman. Dalan hyeath morde matte, adei ryuz vyeth paakan ravaan.


37 /Say that you will lie, say it? Say it you will only lie and not say a another word, say you will lie and lie your way through a lived life.


38 /Qayamat Qayamath aya? yenai cha? kin sodui drai?
By the night, and all that makes sound on the road. It is distant, the road back home. The gate lies open, unbolted and aghast. It was the last of lasting walls. By the night, and all that makes no sound.

In search of apples, almonds and cherries.