Vignettes of a South African Township called Mdantsane

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Stranger than a Sun, Poems and Drawings of Amitabh Mitra launched at India International Centre 3 March 2015



Seen in these photos


Ravindra Arora - Poet / Anesthetist
Nibedita Sen - Artist / Poet
Usha Malik - Wife of late Padmashri Keshav Malik
Kajal Puri - Daughter of late Poet Rakshat Puri
Subroto Bondo - Poet / Editor Muse of Murmur
Susmit Bose - Lyricist / Singer
Anand Kumar - Professor of Reproductive Biology / Poet
Kapila Vatsayan - Padma Vibhushan, Leading scholar of classical Indian Dance, Indian Art and Architecture. She is the sister of late poet, Keshav Malik
Mandira Ghosh - Poet, Poetry Society of India
Amitabh Mitra

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Reunion of old friends



Acrylic Impasto on Canvas by Amitabh Mitra

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Buy Stranger than a Sun here, Poems and Drawings of Amitabh Mitra

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Stranger than a Sun is popular poet Amitabh Mitra's collection of Prose poems and Drawings. Weaving an incredible magic of moments, this collection spans in a semi autobiographical style, love poetry and charcoal drawings to places as remote as New Coochbehar and Along in Northeast India to African countries likes Niger and South Africa, threads joining to his hometown at Gwalior. Stranger than a Sun celebrates love poetry, it celebrates Gwalior too.

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Sunday, February 15, 2015

Stranger than a Sun, Poems and Drawings of Amitabh Mitra

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A semi-autobiographical account in prose poems spanning my life in India, Bhutan, Niger, Zimbabwe and South Africa. Drawings of havelis, palaces and the fort of Gwalior.

Excerpt-

Yet we are forever lonely. We were lonely even when we were together. Your sudden laughter at an afternooncafe in Connaught Place on that day made people turn and look at us. Your whispered smile said, Aren’t we all structures, trying our best to resemble each other. It was then my turn to laugh, spluttering Nescafe on your face. Loving was the ultimate loneliness then struggling to keep up with desperate evenings. And as we shared our nights of gentle violence, gentle killings, an evening took us back repeatedly to where we had never lived. This is the evening I try to share with you today. When the train comes to a screaming halt, these are evenings we could never correspond. Loneliness takes us over again with an avenging belief.

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Saturday, January 24, 2015