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
out of the world composition!
ReplyDeleteevery which way....
Take me to the curling corners
ReplyDeleteOn 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.
Sunil
Thanks a lot Nibedita
ReplyDeleteInspired by your seascape
Thanks Sunil Bhai
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful poem
Amazing words
Amazing rhythm
It is a pleasant amalgam of colours, contours and contrasts ... your poetry, your profession and your art.
ReplyDeleteThe 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.
Thanks a lot NS Murtyji
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