Whenever a sparrow flew, Poems of Gwalior

March 02, 2010
Amitabh Mitra


when you wrote with your nose on my arrogance
in close knit whispers of a dark
you said this is just another end
of all those rendezvous on skinstreets
our lips a breath of untoward moments
a tongue curtailing the history of mankind
and you and me
unafraid of galaxies
persisting in us
but today
i won't see you anymore
nor your eyes where I once travelled
in the beginning of another time
nor your smile
of the victor and vanquished in
insane memories
and your saree that draped them always.
not far from us are the deserts of innocence
where camels ran the density of moon
and we had once grown there
collaterals of an even wilder sky
say again
i haven't lived beyond an ardour
of that lost white flower in your hair
of summers that bled in silence
of the ruby river that woke us up each night
and your smell I have now learned to disbelieve
a death I had always lived
whenever a sparrow flew away
whenever another day arrived.

Poem and Watercolor by Amitabh Mitra

An orthopaedic surgeon in a busy hospital in East London, South Africa, I actually belong to Gwalior, Madhya Pradesh, its long summers and hectic politics. I edit a print poetry journal called 'A Hudson View', a journal on African arts called 'Inyathi' and dream of going back to Gwalior. My blog on South African Arts is http://www.amitabhmitra.blogspot.com/
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