Aparna Chatterjee Poems

Something
That pours
Into his
Mouth,
...

When they
Come to
See, what
I've written
...

He can now
Make out
I'm no longer
In love
...

I'm feeling
Very nice
About you
...

He's a
Brahmin's
Boy
...

You are
Stalking
Me, my
Dear? !
...

There's only
One name
That comes
To my mouth
...

Rudderless
He left me
In the sea
...

The mirror
Shatters
Into pieces
Seeing my
...

Relaxing
With my hands
On his chest
In some
...