Vignettes of a South African Township called Mdantsane

Saturday, May 29, 2010

The rainbows last evening


two rainbows woke up
last evening at east london
eyes still heavy in slumber
in rebellion
in unequivocal shadows
clouds gaggled away in
a rush of quarrelsome gulls
who is who
more beautiful today
I remembered you at hauz khas
behind the ruins
when you had touched
me with your smile
on such an unlikely day.

Poem and Photograph by Amitabh Mitra

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Mdantsane Black


fireflies burn a blue sky
black are we
grown from unseen embers
black is mdantsane
black is the river soul
and a runaway season
black is the night
of hurts
and tangled
of sudden you.

Mdantsane Photograph by Amitabh Mitra

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Mdantsane Laughter


mdantsane grows on its own
piece of sky
and land
its birds live there only
occasionally the grass grows
crossing the perimeters
a taxi swerves into another
white collared land
honking madly
passengers laugh
at caged zebras
rushing around in
a strange dress code
trying to shed
its timeless riverguilt
a girl laughs out aloud clutching a tree
back in rural mdantsane.

Poem and Drawing by Amitabh Mitra