Vignettes of a South African Township called Mdantsane

Monday, April 19, 2010

Didnt I tell you


didn’t I tell you
there would be a night
a sea
drifting to a far edge
of memory sand
and there would
still be darkness
in random corners
of our woven talk
we shall then merge
in numerous skins
on numerous streets
eyes hawking a breaking storm
when a colored moon suddenly
opens a sky to just another sea.

Poem and Watercolor by Amitabh Mitra


  1. out of the world composition!
    every which way....

  2. Take me to the curling corners
    On a soft night like this,
    Let me once fly---
    On wings of fluorescent
    Across the drifting dark seas
    And drifting land of sepia memories,
    Let me become the new Columbus of
    An old world,
    Re-created and renewed for you,
    O Dearest,
    By words bright and colours blue.

  3. Thanks a lot Nibedita
    Inspired by your seascape

  4. Thanks Sunil Bhai
    What a wonderful poem
    Amazing words
    Amazing rhythm

  5. It is a pleasant amalgam of colours, contours and contrasts ... your poetry, your profession and your art.
    The present poem is like drifting with the volcanic ash across continents witnessing the east plunging into darkness after the sunset on one side, and the west awakening to new dawns on the other.