Saturday, November 30, 2013

Streets of Chandni Chowk

"I know he's there"
"But who?"

At Chandni Chowk

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And she drove him around

And she drove him around
In her new-found freedom

Friday, November 29, 2013

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Friday, November 22, 2013

The Long Wait for Hope

A Long wait for Hope

Chandni Chowk, New Delhi

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

I too was young

I too was young
I was a smokin’ gun
Now ages have passed
Putting me into disuse
Now I am just a Showpiece
With a dilapidated view
In old crumblin’ palace
Which once was Royals’ abode.

© Tarun Mitra

Master and Commander

Master and Commander

Yak dance at North East Festival at Indira Gandhi National Center for Arts.

Sunday, November 17, 2013


Kabhi kabhi mere dil main khayal aata hain
Ki zindagi teri zulfon ki narm chhaon main guzarne pati
to shadab ho bhi sakti thi.

Yeh ranj-o-gham ki siyahi jo dil pe chhayi hain
Teri nazar ki shuaon main kho bhi sakti thi.

Magar yeh ho na saka aur ab ye aalam hain
Ki tu nahin, tera gham teri justjoo bhi nahin.

Guzar rahi hain kuchh iss tarah zindagi jaise,
isse kisi ke sahare ki aarzoo bhi nahin.

Na koi raah, na manzil, na roshni ka suraag
Bhatak rahin hai andheron main zindagi meri.

Inhi andheron main reh jaoonga kabhi kho kar
Main janta hoon meri hum-nafas, magar yoonhi
Kabhi kabhi mere dil main khayal aata hai.

(Written by Sahir Ludhianvi)

Aye Aye Sir

"You Ready"
"Aye Aye Sir!"

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Babaji ka....

Snake of the snakecharmer at City Palace, Jaipur

Friday, November 15, 2013

The Flight of Birds

They too shine
Just like the stars
Dotting night sky

They too fly
When they are free
From their bondages

In a vast expanse
Above the solid base
All during day and night
They fly.

As if free
Without any boundary
Or any bondage
Borders or scale
With only sense of living
Feeding and procreating
They fly, throughout the days
Over those vast expanse
Above that solid base

They too get scared
And often scarred
They’re hunted
And devoured
In spite of all
They are free

Like the stars that shine
But during the daylight
No sense of boundaries or borders
Spreading their wings
Crashing on one another
They are free as they should be

© Tarun Mitra

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

The Cobbler at Chandni Chowk

If it was his destiny.
Then doing it properly is all that mattered.

Monday, November 11, 2013

In Memoriam

In Memoriam

In the dim light of the lonely lamp
Shining amongst the millions lights
Lighting up the night
The lamp stood still, and dimming
Only one in that home

One soul had left
“Went to heaven” some say
But the void he left
Will be felt everyday

And on the night
When world was merry
And Skies brightened up
That solitary lamp
With its dimming rays
Recounted the days went by

‘Life Hangs by thread’ they say
But was this thread so weak
Snatched at a single pull
Scattering other threads away

As the lamp dims
So did his life
All of sudden it pulled
Where it went one cannot say

Dream or reality
Illusion or delusion
Or just some hallucination
As the time went by
The pain of loneliness was felt

And in memoriam in write
In memories of time we spent
In memories of your life
In memory of my genesis
In my untold love for you

Now I feel the solitude
Pulls and pushes of life
Filling your shoes I feel
How was it like

But the lamp finds it destiny
In an hour or two
This too shall pass, as saying goes
Memories can be bitter too.

© Tarun Mitra

Sunday, November 10, 2013

The Old Man

So what! I am standing here
Doing nothing,
Smoking my heart’s content
Why do you bother, you kid
With strange thing in your hand
Don’t you have any work to do?

© Tarun Mitra

Thursday, November 7, 2013

The Sleeping Man

The sleep came silently
In the middle of the day
And without the care of this world
He fell on the pathway.

It was near a tourist place
Where the world converges
But he lied there inanimate
Even as world crossed his way

With a sandal on his feet
Other floating in the drain
Flies on his mouth and feet
There he lay, almost dead

Beside him stands the taxi
Claiming to be ‘City Service’
The very city he came to work
From a village far away

This the world we live in
Loving emptiness of monuments
Amusing ourselves with the dead
Even if world is dying
We simply don’t care
Just move away, carefully.

© Tarun Mitra

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

The Sunset

“One day,' you said, 'I watched the sunset forty-three times!'

And a little later you added:

'You know, when one is that sad, one can get to love the


'Were you that sad, then, on the day of the forty-three 


But the prince made no answer.” 

― Antoine de Saint-ExupĂ©ryThe Little Prince

Monday, November 4, 2013

Hard Work is Poetic

Hard work is poetic
In a sense
When a man sips
His first cup of tea
We click him
With our cliché
Terming him, with emotions
Coloring him, with our thoughts
And a deep sense of romanticism
Presenting it
As fruit of our labour.

But Hey!
Wait a minute
Did we forgot
Or failed to remember
That his first cup
Came after some hiccups.
Unlike us
Who tasted tea
Before we clicked
He’d clicked himself out
Before earning his tea.

© Tarun Mitra

German Cafe @ Bhagsunath Falls