Watercolor by Amitabh Mitra
Monday, March 14, 2011
One day suddenly
one day suddenly
we meet again
on another road
in an evening rain
pelting thoughts
there would be nothing
just like before
neither an umbrella
nor any people around
the shops too would be closed
the rain on our heads and feet
the smell of wet earth in our hearts
and i think of you again
our promises
our lost hurts
our marriage graffiti on another wall
a rain turns blue
and the sky ashen
one day
just on that day
nobody can see tears in this rain
the road still remains the same
only there are no more people
one day
in an evening rain
the smell of wet earth in our hearts...
did u marry somebody
did we ever grow older
did we turn to our strangerselves
again.
one day...
Inspired from a song of Anjan Dutta, Ekdin Brishti
Watercolor by Amitabh Mitra
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Vijay Singh Mohite
Vijay Singh Mohite Sahab was one of the finest artist India ever had. A product of JJ School of Art, Bombay, he was one royal who indulged in true creativity and the one that Gwalior remains proud of. His huge canvases adorn many a collection all over the world. He was also an ornithologist. Vijay Singh Sahab was a wild life photographer.
This view is from the first floor of his palace overlooking the fort. I might not have done justice to the view in watercolors but that was the way it nearly looked.
This is reminiscent of memories that remain, ever fresh and blooming
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Buffalo Flats
buffalo flats enters a salient draft
winds of a change
and the same old suffering respite
i have nearly forgotten caring
many years after the election
a sun remains indifferent here
an afterspirit of dancing
blues
jazz
colors of a twinkle
like all those shades of years
since i left
buffalo flats is a thought
in these mermaid nights
long after they fall in
adjacent grey patterns
long after the girl sang of unforeseen
summers
holding you
in lips
would also be
a thought
so far from you.
Buffalo Flats is a colored area of East London
Poem and Watercolor by Amitabh Mitra
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Old Delhi Cafe
this happened again
on a strangecafenoon
river days flew where a distance
left a crooked wind
a lone fort gaunt
daring again to remember
memories stuck to mirrors
we had seen each other so
often then
cups, glasses and lips
all together
happened
again
and in the midst of a forest
sleep
our eyes
once again rode
many a writhing
storm
voices staged suddenly
where i had once touched you
again.
Poem and Watercolor by Amitabh Mitra
Thursday, February 3, 2011
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