(NO) FALSE PROMISES

 

 

I stop in the middle of this tragedy, 

 

 

Capturing in the palms of my hands 

 

 

The halt of a future I once saw so clearly, 

 

 

But now… cannot see,

 

 

 

 

 

And I wonder,

 

 

Why no one told us that falling isn’t easy; 

 

 

Like living, laughing and crying!

 

 

That we wouldn’t be able to make amends, 

 

 

Or ask the wick to kindly regenerate and start anew; 

 

 

That it was perhaps, too soon, 

 

 

And we weren’t quite ready for the fire – 

 

 

Last or the first.

 

 

 

 

 

“Nothing… stays the same, 

 

 

Not me, not you, not even this moment!”

 

 

But no one told us that it was going to hurt either way,

 

 

That it was going to burn and bleed, 

 

 

Make us lose all hope…

 

 

Make us scream!!

 

 

 

 

 

No one told us that eventually, 

 

 

All this would end; 

 

 

And you’ll be okay when it does. 

 

 

‘We’ will be okay, when it does. 

 

 

 

 

 

So as I gather my scattered dreams 

 

 

Within my palms, 

 

 

I look to the future, 

 

 

In the distance,

 

 

There’s a flickering light

 

 

A small shred of hope and life

 

 

And I’m going to hold it tight

 

 

Within my sight

 

 

 

 

 

Knowing well, it holds no promises,

 

 

And still hope, 

 

 

That from here on out,

 

 

The future will be better,

 

 

That it will last,

 

 

That ‘we’ won’t just let it fall apart.

ADAPTED INTO VISUAL POETRY

I wrote this poem a year ago as an act of hope, a learning I would have liked to impart to my past-self, to perhaps, soften the blow of life’s turbulences and uncertainties; as a way to cope, and when Abhay Raha, asked me to share a piece with him which was relevant to the times we were living in now, the ‘pandemic life’, this just popped up in my head. It seemed fitting, like the perfect reminder. A reminder of human resilience, of our undying instinct for survival, of hope that has got human kind this far, that we won’t just let it all fall apart. 

 

I am so touched and proud of what Abhay Raha and Malay Prakash have turned it into. Here’s our poetry visual film – False Promises directed so tenderly by Abhay Raha and captured splendidly by Malay Prakash. Poetry and Voice by me. Have a look, and show some love.

Take care of yourself. Be kind.

False promises is a visual poetry directed by Abhay Raha by taking Varsha Panikar's poem - (No) False Promises. It is a reminder of human resilience, of our undying instinct for survival, of hope that has got human kind this far, that we won’t just let it all fall apart. 

Cast & Crew

Director: Abhay Raha
Cinematographer: Malay Prakash
Poetry & Voice: Varsha Panikar
Editor: Ayesha Ninan
Hair Make up/Wardrobe design : @ladyatplay_bytarsha
HMU Goa: Neha Budge
Production: @shoheb95
Music: @kaizadsg
Sound Engineer: @carlnazareth
Equipment : @goatalkiesindia
Grade: @ch4studios @mitenudeshi @sumeetkamath
Cast: Harry Rymer , @roshan.cruz , @silveira_andy , @rhiya_shirwaiker , @aliensandbitches , Daina Dias.
Title design: @ridimakhandelwal , @shwetadas
Producers: Abhay Raha , @malay_prakash

© VARSHA PANIKAR