A Slow Train to Gwalior, Poetry CD, Listen to this East London Gem - Jan Hennop

The Poetry of 'A Slow Train to Gwalior' was recorded in 2000 by Harp Studio, Johannesburg.

The CD has my poetry recitation with a backdrop of African and Indian traditional music. The music is of Louis Viljoen

The CD was launched in New Delhi by Shree Jyotiraditya Scindia, Member of Parliament.



I had the pleasure to give a performance poetry session accompanied by Louis Viljoen at the Grahamstown Festival 2009. It was a Poetry Jazz Yatra.

Jan Hennop, Senior Journalist from Daily Dispatch, premier news daily of South Africa has compared my poetry to sweet lassi in his Dispatch blog. He listens to it in his car while going and coming back from the office.

This is his writeup about the music of 'A Slow Train to Gwalior'

Every year, artists, musicians and poets from East London contribute generously to the Grahamstown Arts Festival – and this year is no exception. One of the must-see shows from our shores is a collection of love poems by renowned writer and physician Dr Amitabh Mitra. This is what he has in mind for you…

A seasoned writer, Mitra will perform poems from his DVD and CD entitled “A Slow Train to Gwalior”. It’s a collection of love poems, which takes you on a sentimental journey back in time to Mitra’s childhood in India, filled with old family homes, forts and palaces and places where he grew up.

His poetry will be accompanied by the guitar of Louis Viljoen.

Listening to Mitra’s gentle lines and voice is the artistic equivalent of slowly savouring a sweet lassi – a favourite traditional Indian milkshake… It’s highly recommended.

Or, if you’re just having a stressed out day, listen to one of Mitra’s soothing poems here.

Konnagar in Leaping the Lilac Sun

dreams resplendent with green

i walk up the trees reaching the sky

i didn’t find any gashes or bleeding wounds

on its back

nobody has yet stabbed it

birds swim through an easy breast stroke

and flowers bloom as usual after the day closes its shutters

a voice of the baul plays on the strings

of a handloom river

night comes reverently

unleashing its warmth

i sleep unlikely

in the crypt and cradle of your stars.

Poem and Drawing on a hand made paper by Amitabh Mitra

Baul - A traditional folk singer of Bengal

Mdantsane Trains

mdantsane trains goes to east london
and comes back
between streets shacks and a solitary sky
people go to work
people come back home
their loneliness blossoms
within the train
amidst daily familiarity
there is nothing beyond
each other’s eyes
there is nothing
when we reach home.



Poem and Watercolor by Amitabh Mitra

Mdantsane Stabbed

nobody knew
who stabbed him at his back
he came to the hospital
with a knife protruding
the mdantsane sky was lashed in two
its anger held the knife
while it rained outside
puddles
grew
in shame
as usual.

Poem and Drawing by Amitabh Mitra

Yellow Sky

tiny houses peep
through a veil of a yellow sky
mdantsane joins with everybody
a sea not far away rushes
and goes back
a sun clamours out of tardiness
shines again.

Poem and Watercolor by Amitabh Mitra

Daytime Mdantsane

daytime drags its feet
reeling under a broken sun
mdantsane moves
on its streets and paths
in shacks and houses
sharing secret truce with
an emaciated river sky
last night tumbled
onto a today
not quite understanding its reason
of another existence.


Poem and Pastel Drawing by Amitabh Mitra

Ntombi's

its not friday today
yet summers have changed
replacing with laughter
striking paint flaking walls
the smell of decay
and the black label
sickly lungs and hollow eyes
scream a welcome onslaught
of such seasons
women dance to the fury of
moon
every friday
in mdantsane


Poem and Drawing by Amitabh Mitra