India

i think of you many a times
of you and a summer
like many other summers
hustle of a retreating shadow
just before the dark
like an ancient rite
traveling
your touch remains
in an innate stone
carved on
such sky dotted days
a river once stormed in
a chimera blue evening
at gwalior
when you
told me of roses
named after your mother
and stars in gorges
of the fort
of forests in
laburnum laughter
of many others
still afloat
and
since then
i had named you
my words
and every stop street
that relinquished itself
every sun birth that lived
has been only you
and nights that stayed back
still remains you
every stoneburnt campaign years of the fort
is you
every eye in hesitation
of a reprieve
will be you
and you shall ever remain
the swirling
dawn curled
in dreamscapes of
such long summers.

my lips have tracked in
unison on your neck
you and
age old rivalries on such a savage
day

Amitabh Mitra

A Poetry Film by Amitabh Mitra. Based on the above love poem

an evening creaks in
touching shadows with a tinge
of smile
a slow release laughter
aloe and wild grass shake to
jazz moments
tiredness breaks its shackles
ran the curves of a distant sun
words lost its way home
as usual
a poem unwound itself
from an angle of your eye
mdantsane bursts itself in a mayhem
of another carnival night.

Amitabh Mitra

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poem and Painting by Amitabh Mitra


User Name: Vihang
Password: Naik’s poetry

Verifying…
Characters incorrect.

Cancel. Done.
Connect. Done.

Type tea.
It’s a cyber cafe.

Search: your third eye
lost in the internet.

You compute.
Is there a software

for love or a command?
Tell me

can love be
programmed?

Beauty is surf.
Surfing beauty.

Here there is
no boundary.

You need no
permission

to enter into
any body’s site.

Download bytes.
You only need

a smooth surfing
in a lusty web

with open sites.
Run anti-virus.

Is the love
poem you received

through e-mail
is by an alien.

Robot? Reply.
Your vision

makes an inductive
leap.

The fear grips
an e-age as the century

turns.
Shri Y2K acquires

the Satanic status.
Reboot love

and life.
Search

your third eye
in the world wide web.

Site not found.

© Vihang A. Naik

From :
Poetry Manifesto ( New & Selected  Poems ) by Vihang A. Naik
Published by Indialog Publications 

Pvt. Ltd , New Delhi, 2010 .
ISBN : 8184430337 ; ISBN-13 : 

9788184430332, 978-8184430332

Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
The sunset hangs on a cloud;
A golden storm of glittering sheaves,
Of fair and frail and fluttering

leaves,
The wild wind blows in a cloud.

Hark to a voice that is calling
To my heart in the voice of the wind:
My heart is weary and sad and alone,
For its dreams like the fluttering

leaves have gone,
And why should I stay behind?

Sarojini Naidu (India 1879 – 1949 )