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Genre: Love A Slow Train to Gwalior Amitabh Mitra is a poet, visual artist and a medical practitioner at East London, South Africa. He heads the Department of Emergency Medicine at Cecilia Makiwane Hospital, Mdantsane, Eastern Cape. Widely published, Amitabh’s … Continue reading
Read the finalists for the 2016 LOVE Poetry contest. One of these poems will be made into a movie. To be announced on April 11th.
Read the LOVE Poems: Continue reading
When I see your eyes I see the stars twinkle at night
When I hear your voice it gives my soul a delight
When I think of our closeness it gives my soul a rush
My feelings when we’re together is something no humans can touch Continue reading
I will promise you to give my entire heart..
My Love, all I asked back is for you to give “us” a fresh start..
To breathe fresh life into my broken bones as well as our broken spirit to drip down into our very broken soul.. Continue reading
WITH YOU I HAD EVERYTHING
SHARING THE DEED TO PARADISE
BONE OF MY BONE, FLESH OF MY FLESH
THROUGH THE POWER OF LOVE
WE WERE BLESSED ONES
SHARING THE DEED TO PARADISE… Continue reading
For lack of gumption, and all the assumptions, this needs to be kicked into gear.
Until that time, I’ll gaze upon and cherish thee, with all my love through eternity. … As day gives way to night, it’s in my dreams you’ll remain in sight. Continue reading
From bombs and war I had left my home in search of a safe and better life
But little did I know that on the way I would meet the woman of my dreams Continue reading
Then 3 … like a quilt … joining person to person … family to family … spiritual … emotional attachments … all together … Continue reading
The mighty pulse dwelled majestically, ready to tango with
every last longing until inhales of flesh befitted desires.
So a creed of passion was written, thou shall devour every moan
until the combe overflows with nectar Continue reading
You know! It’s always great, to sit down with your mate
and talk of all the places that you’ve been.
Around the campfire light, beneath the stars so bright,
we reminisce on all the sights we’ve seen,
and, as we’re sitting back, the billy, old and black,
now boils and spits onto the campfire flame.
Then, looking back at you, I feel your love that’s true,
I’m pleased that you agreed to take my name. Continue reading