Remembering Transkei - Art for Sale

Remembering Transkei are a series of images done by me with Acrylic on Canvas, each 5 feet X 4 feet. If you wish to buy them as originals or as prints, please contact me. Each one of them will be signed and dated by me. The prints are also done on canvas and then reworked with acrylic as a multimedia image.

A Slow Train to Gwalior, Loving, Living, Loving

i think of you many a times
of you and a summer
like many other summers
hustle of a retreating shadow
just before the dark
like an ancient rite
traveling
your touch remains
in an innate stone
carved on
such sky dotted days
a river once stormed in
a chimera blue evening
at gwalior
when you
told me of roses
named after your mother
and stars in gorges
of the fort
of forests in
laburnum laughter
of many others
still afloat
and
since then
i had named you
my words
and every stop street
that relinquished itself
every sun birth that lived
has been only you
and nights that stayed back
still remains you
every stoneburnt campaign years of the fort
is you
every eye in hesitation
of a reprieve
will be you
and you shall ever remain
the swirling
dawn curled
in dreamscapes of
such long summers.

my lips have tracked in
unison on your neck
you and
age old rivalries on such a savage
day

Unbreaking the Rainbow, Voices of Protest from New South Africa

In this collection of protest poetry from the New South Africa, a multiplicity of voices find a place to be heard, read and seen.

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Makiwane Road

on the road to makiwane
grows thoughts
many upheavals of
dreams
in larceny
quick and sharp incisions
each bereaving the other
a country rode to democracy
once
nights swept over this road
in disharmony of conjugal skies
wild grass in abandon
seeks a river
a white morning
seems at time
standing at its edge

Acrylic on Canvas by Amitabh Mitra

Gwalior Again

a river
cajoled clouds and
sinewy banks
creep in cohort
crowds
gwalior
grows
the old mussalman graveyard
in dormant belief
catches impervious thoughts
measuring the road to it
next to the durgah
would be hearing the tar
melt in summer
crackles
of a wheezy chest
an old man sprinkled water
from a leather hide bag
not so far away
under a sky hemmed in
zari and black threads
resplendent in regal
red
dawns
didn’t stretch long
birds swept
in a chardonnay
of forgotten
fragrance


Acrylic on Canvas by Amitabh Mitra

Ganga

we live in sheer darkness
in satin skin callings since you all left
then
on a sudden day
i was left in the long hollow
not knowing
in a resilience
screaming as ever in sleep
driving
sitting on a sky
searching for you all
downup
tangible threads of a rusted iron
keeps on clanging
on a tympanum
it lost sorting long
back
they are here
they are here
incomprehensible
the ganga curls
in my dreams


Watercolor by Amitabh Mitra

Xoliswa

forestblack
nightscapes in
luminous rivers
eyes
stretched
peacock skies
a horizon burnt

Acrylic on Paper by Amitabh Mitra