there is no sleep
and these bloody sleeping tablets
brings back always the pain
addiction is pain
blackening the moon
blackening the dreams
black is where i live and i ask
you in wakefulness
why straying is combat
in an approaching desert storm
and lives just happen during that time
of birds, dogs and trees
restless
as another culprit night
demises in ardent failure
i deny another day
think of you
and throttle my car
towards a land
unheard off
again.
Poem and Watercolor by Amitabh Mitra
Good work Amitabhji.this is for the verse.The painting is as always,evocative of the strange currents that lash a yearning soul like yours.I observe that of late,your colors are more vivid,brighter,harsher.Naked in its expression of gross emotions.Am I wrong?Does this reflect a change in mindspeak?The colors do not match the sombreity of your words.I wish you would explain...usha
ReplyDeleteYes, Usha U are right
ReplyDeleteThe colors have changed and so have the style
Violence is just an eternity away
Your painting looks like the cross section of a rock with crystals.. beautiful.. Do you use acrylic, watercolor or something else?
ReplyDeleteThanks Alka
ReplyDeleteI use Gouache watercolor and wash technique
This time you let those bright colours lead you up the garden path to make up for the harshness of your poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Keralabhai
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