Writings – Manas Arvind

In the dead of night

The eyes look for things. What is there to be seen doesn’t require the eyes.

Ready,we never were,Just beginning,To be,you and I,That is howIt spans.

Your light is chatting with the fabric on my window. I am eavesdropping…

Gerush, talking about physical theatre, somatics, impulse, and sleeping on stage. Gerush and I first

The words have managed to beguile me for the longest possible time. They go a

I feedOn my ownTo growInto a big fatBeing me. And than,all that was me,to be

पेंसिल कागज़ के टुकड़े पर दिन रात फिसलती रही। कितने गाने स्पोटिफाई पर बज गए

The dogma of human spirit and endeavour, troubles me to no end. The purpose of

I stayed up all night sketching, and on the first break of light, went out