And then finally when night stood still, an evening, its reign of suntrance years, of wealth, wilderness and glory of many campaigns left in a river of subterfuge, its long sinewy columns rolled down the glitter in a night borderless on stealth and stubbornness. I have been living years of such understanding, that one day in a cover of duress and despair, time might conclude a hasty retreat, its...
Hillbrow at Johannesburg faces darkness with such ferocity; lights clamor over each other’s shoulder holding a falling sun, for here there can never be any nights. Forever evenings scream in shrill rejoinder, a clay complexioned Ethiopian girl with along neck revises proximity from a cabaret number. Men from Abuja listen with shaking heads, some even recite silently. Colors of evening find asylum...
i think of you many a timesof you and a summerlike many other summershustle of a retreating shadowjust before the darklike an ancient ritetravelingyour touch remainsin an innate stonecarved onsuch sky dotted daysa river once stormed ina chimera blue eveningat gwaliorwhen youtold me of rosesnamed after your motherand stars in gorgesof the fortof forests inlaburnum laughterof many othersstill...
an evening creaks intouching shadows with a tingeof smilea slow release laughteraloe and wild grass shake tojazz momentstiredness breaks its shacklesran the curves of a distant sunwords lost its way homeas usuala poem unwound itselffrom an angle of your eyemdantsane bursts itself in a mayhemof another carnival night. Amitabh Mitra ...
C’est un soir qui grince en touchant les ombres d’une esquisse de sourire d’un rire lent comme libéré Les aloès et les herbes folles s’agitent sur des accents de jazz La fatigue rompt ses fers une fois parcourue l’orbe d’un lointain soleil Les mots ont perdu le chemin du retour comme d’habitude Un poème s’est déroulé depuis un coin de ton œil Mdantsane explose dans la confusion d’une autre nuit...
La route menant à l’hôpital Cecilia Makiwane est à certains égards subtile Les morts y marchent sans faire de bruit de crainte d’éveiller les ombres vivant au confluent de l’épouvante et de la disparité À l’occasion le ciel descend et c’est alors les arbres qui se penchent pour chercher les oubliés roulant dans la descente vers l’hôpital Cecilia Makiwane à Mdantsane de jour humant les poteaux...