Poem : My Love For Frida Kahlo

Turn bed sheets into balls and traces the point from where the streetlight falls gently on his chest.

Frieda

In a crowded apartment,

Someone continues to live behind a veil.

She turns blue at night, swimming through rooms like a hungry lantern fish

And when she finds her prey, she settles on the bed post

Dripping liquid gold from her fins.

She weaves stories, watches restless naked bodies

Turn bed sheets into balls and traces the point from where the streetlight falls gently on his chest

And takes little bends on her feet,

She smells her hair of shampoo and his mouth of cigarettes.

She turns red by dawn and weaker by the light.

She will smash against the wall, throb like a giant unkempt heart

And the second somebody steals a glance, a loud scream burns her belly.

She’s probably with you right now,

Just as we speak

About the author

Rangeen Makhee

Rangeen Makhee, as he would have it, is a visual artist and writer based in New Delhi. Rangeen's work explores the popular culture, gender, the Internet and working with different forms of Indian art and writing. He often works with images from 'classic' art and renders them into contemporary and modern contexts. Makhee's work was recently featured along with other artists at Diesel Tumblr Reboot Mission at Galleries Lafayette, Paris and is also a part of the Wrong Digital Art Biennale 2013.