In life

In life:

Some days are too tiring

Some nights are too busy

Moments descends into minutes

Minutes melts into Hours

The Hours of daily routine

Comes to define

What we are

I wish to fly away

Just like the birds

At the slightest hint

But not like a coward

But with free will

© Tarun Mitra

Faith sees no Time

Faith sees no time

A devotee at Bhairav Temple at Midnight,

At Mata Vaishno Devi Temple, Jammu & Kashmir

Road and Life

Road and Life

For the Road

Have its both ups and downs

Light and Shade

And the by-lanes

The walkers there

Walk their way

Irrespective what Road might say

On some the sun beats down

Some relish

In umbrella’s shade

But the Road

Takes in on its sway

What if Life

Is that Road

With its Lights and shades

Ups and downs

And the Walkers

Walking their ways

And the Sun beats down

And drained by Rain

With all its by-lanes

Amidst all

Its stays there

Just like the Road

Even if

Walkers have their way

Sun beats and Rain drains

Light and Shadow

Play their games

And some might follow

Like by-lane

For the life

Is just that Road

© Tarun Mitra

The Waiting Hands

The Waiting Hands

The Petals showered

When they said “Yes”

And the ceremonies

Came to an end

They both sat

As elders hailed

Their blessings

And good wishes

Amongst these cacophony

Of laughter and grin

Their hands waited

With reticent zest

Amongst the petals

But at a distance

Just like dew drops

On the leafs’ edges

They both waited

For their time to come

But who’ll move first

They wondered

And among the cacophony

Of laughter and grin

Of shared jokes

And leg pulling

Their hands waited

With reticent zest

For a moment

Etched forever.

© Tarun Mitra

The Rose

“Beauty and love pass, I know... Oh, there's sadness, too. I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses” 
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise

Another Hero Before his time (now available in Color)

Another Hero Before his time

(now available in Color)

Another Hero

Another Hero Before his time

Alleys of Chandni Chowk

Now my charms are all o'erthrown,

And what strength I have’s mine own,

Which is most faint.Now, ’tis true,

I must be here confined by you,

But release me from my bands

With the help of your good hands.

Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill,

or else my project fails,

Which was to please. Now I want

Spirits to enforce, art to enchant,

And my ending is despair,

Unless I be relieved by prayer,

Which pierces so that it assaults

Mercy itself and frees all faults.

As you from crimes would pardoned be,

Let your indulgence set me free.

-        William Shakespeare, The Tempest

Because Business is Business (Black &White Version)

B&W Version of Previous Photograph

Because Business is Business

Because Business is Business

A Vegetable seller plying his Trade in Chandni Chowk 

Knock Knock

"Knock Knock!"

"Who's There"

"Bugger off.."

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Sleep came silently

Sleep came silently

Amongst the hubbub of the place

And the man slept indifferently

To the harshness of his bed

As the world moved around him

And the cold wind wrapped its blanket

He slept nonchalantly

To everything else

Without a hint of luxury

Without the lament of poverty

The sleep came and he slept

Just a like a death

But unlike death He’ll wake up

To his piercing reality, sometime

And his stomach will speak in a language

Which only a stomach can understand

Till then he sleeps

Indifferent to everything else

Even if he had a dream

His dream will be realized in this harsh bed

© Tarun Mitra