Calcutta days
by Amitabh on May 2nd, 2009 
those were calcutta days
red was the color of your big bindi
red was a sudden afterthought on your cheeks i had kissed
red was my unkempt beard, your crumpled saree, me holding you
red was evening of disputes, shadows unsure of tomorrow
red were dreams we sought every crypt every night
red were slogans, banners, processions, chipped tea cups
red trams, minibuses, eyes in pursuit of a closed rain
red we walked a countryside of promise and breath
red was a night, gunshots riddled a setting sun.
Poem and Drawing by Amitabh Mitra
