les chaises the chairs

the invitation

map to reach les chaises

the home work

manifesto

pictures from the performance

Cats and Mans



       I saw her entering in the restaurant. From her make up i knew that she took a lot of time too to be ready maybe she thinks she will be able to take my attention. she looks gorgeous in black dress. As she entered the restaurant she saw me because its the way when females show the attitude like for them every thing is unplesent or repulsive, they turn their head to their right and i was sitting at the table which was at right corner to the entrance. Our eyes met, i said hello through a smile. She answered me back with a smile. This is the same cat with whom i had a little conversation yesterday. i was feeling very lonely and started talking to her. She said she also have a story to tell maybe we can play a game of exchanging stories. She was not comfortable to come to my place so i asked her out for dinner. and for today i am putting on the suit i got made for one of performance work and its also black this all is going to make us a beautiful couple. she came to the table i was waiting for her. i got up and pulled chair for her, she sat down. came back to my chair.

to be continued...

tum yahaan thin

aaj main vahaan khada hoon
jahan us din tum khadi thin,
maine dekha tha tumhe...
vahan khade hue
(jahan aaj main khada hoon)
tumari nazar saamane ki
chay ki dukaan par thi,
jo is chhoti sadak ke
us paar ha.
main yoon hi bor ho raha tha
bagal ki imarat mein chalate bhashan se
so nikala baahar
ek chay aur ek cigarette ki talaash mein,
dekho meri qismat
baahar nikalate hi
chay, cigaratte aur tum mil gayin,
tumhe lena tho thoda mushkil tha,
socha pahale chay aur cigarette le loon
aur le loon thodi tumhari nazaren bhi
chay ki dukaan ke baahar padi hui
bench par baith kar,
tumhara chashma thik udhar hi tha
jahan aaj main dakha raha hoon,
us bench par jahan us din tum dekh rahi thin,
haan agar chashme ke pichhe
tumhari aankhain kuchh aur dekh rahin ho
to baat aur hai.
yahan khada hokar samajh mein aaya
ki us din main vahan betha
tumhari nazaron se
nazar andaaz khyoon ho raha tha,
kyunki yahan khada hokar
khud mujhe hi main dikhai nahin deta
phir tum to kai aham cheezain
nazar andaaz karane mein maahir ho.

mohit kan mishra
april 23, 2014 delhi

Hello

         'Hello' i said to this beautiful face whom i have been seeing since i am coming to this building. she didn't answer anything to my hello, but she gave me a look while moving up stairs. 'aaa hello....well don't think that i am bothering you....'. She stopped and listens to me casually. 'Well.....i am just trying to be friendly..... i have noticed you here.......and i wont ask your name.... because i already know your name....your shining name is sunny.....'. Her expressions were a little awkward maybe she wanted to show that she has got creepy feeling.' ohh don't feel uncomfortable and awkward i know your name because you are kind of celebrity here....everyone praises your beauty and intellect'. She seemed okay now and a little interested in my talks. 'Well i am mohit.... some people know me in here....i am also a kind of celebrity.... in the flat.... where we met earlier....remember...?' she looked a little confused but listening. 'Do you know stefen....stefeni..... on new year eve she introduced you to me.....from there also.... i remember your name....' . Wow now she smiled then i noticed that we have been standing since i started to talk to her and she stopped exactly in front the flat i am staying in. 'Maybe you would like to have a cup of tea at my place.....actually stefen is out for holidays so i was staying here to look after her place...'. i pointed to the door. she looked at the door then at me. I couldn't understand it, maybe i was too quick to ask this so to manage i said 'dont think i am a creep or something....' and then the truth came  'actually i was feeling very lonely and desperate...... well i am desperate, i wanted to talk to someone.......just wanted to talk'. All of sudden i felt very tired, like i will loose my senses so i sit on stairs. i saw into her eyes, i saw compassion for me so i thought maybe i should continue speaking....because at least someone is listening so i continued 'i am in love with a poetess.... we never dated or something.....through her poetry i falled in love with her....'. She was listening like she wanted me to say this. i told her the pain i am going through, ' i have been waiting to meet her for last three years....i never knew waiting for someone could be this much painful.... and everyday it grows....' maybe i had tears in eyes but i don't remember, ' when ever i read any poetry or see her, i feel little relaxed.....today i saw her after a long time.... but today....today...the pain grows and makes me feel hollowed till my core....', suddenly the door of the flat i am staying in opened. it's John. 'what the fuck...! you were talking to a cat....how come you can talk to a cat....?' he was puzzled. 'the same way, i talk to you' i answered.

mohit kant mishra
may 4, 2014 03:35 hrs delhi