Amitabh Mitra

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Amitabh Mitra is a Medical Doctor in a busy hospital in East London, South Africa. A widely published poet in the web and print, Amitabh has been hailed as one of the most popular Indian poet writing in English today by the Skyline Literary Review, New York. Amitabh, now settled in South Africa uses his experience of social interaction and cultural impact from countries like India, Bhutan and Zimbabwe where he worked under varying conditions, in his art and poetry. A powerful voice dispersing a reverie of time and heritage, his love poems with a backdropp of feudal Gwalior and Delhi takes you on a sentimental journey to old family homes, forts, palaces and places where he grew up. His unique style of fusing words into almost lyrical dream like images, exploring muted corners of life taken over a suddenrushhourtime, Amitabh brings forth poetry that seems to peep from behind veils and shadows, waylaid in a mind state in Johannesburg and New York, all merging in an unforgettable ecstatic experience. Amitabh figures in the international roster of physician poets, a massive roster of ancient and contemporary poets / writers maintained by Dr. Daniel Bryant and assisted by Dr. Suzanne Poirer, Professor of Literature and Medical Education, University of Illinois, U.S.A. His first book of poems was published in 1980 under the title of Ritual Silences. A Slow Train to Gwalior is a CD of his ten most popular poems recited against a background of African and Indian traditional music. Brought out by Harp Records, South Africa, this poetry CD weaves a desire into a steady pattering of rain, a voice that would almost allure you to yet another stealth of a strangertime. His first show of poems, drawings, visuals and prints, juxtaposition of words, lines and colors was on show at The Anne Bryant Art Gallery, St. Marks Road, East London from 12 July to 28 July 2005. More on him at http: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amitabh_Mitra)

The Best Poem Of Amitabh Mitra

It's Here.......

The theme of godfather is playing somewhere
and my mind once again tries to open a long shuttered window
on pall bearer of shadows
and sadness of a sun
dimmed by an incongruous
sky

Its here in a Gwalior palace
moments entwined with moss
and lichen kept their eyelids open
for a stray summer ray or a fragrance
unforgotten from a wisp of your night breast
on that night

Its here in a Gwalior palace
beasts of wind beat the stonewalls
in frantic passions
trying since long
to unveil your hair
and a tangled evening heavy with another days feeling

Its here in a Gwalior palace
I had once held your hand
and asked you of dawn and destiny
of the heart
caught in silk
of bare-thread talk

Since then I have changed my name so many times
I have treaded many an evenings at different times
I have forgotten the dusk many a times
I have recalled a night so many times and
I have slept in your smile many a times.

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