Biography of Jasbir Chatterjee
Jasbir Chatterjee was born in Delhi and spent her childhood years in Jamnagar, Gujarat, and Nigeria. She is a postgraduate in Mathematics from Delhi University and has also done MBA. She works at present as a Manager in Delhi. She began writing at age 15 and continues to write and blog as a hobby. She lives in Delhi with her husband, a theater professional, and her 19-year-old daughter.
Jasbir Chatterjee's Works:
Her poem 'The Delhi Metro' was published in 2012 in an IB Course B Oxford University Press, UK, textbook. Another poem " A Cloud of Rain" was published in 2015 in Poetry Society of India's anthology " Just for You MY LOVE.
Jasbir Chatterjee Poems
A Cloud Of Rain
A dark cloud of rain drifted into my life And for some time, I felt good, happy...
When Intimacy Changes Into Indifference
Time just flows past And you never notice Till subtle changes come bubbling to the surface; When intimacy turns into indifference.
My Sweet, Lonely, Little, World
Come, step into my sweet, lonely little world! Hand in hand, We shall run across the cliffs
Depression, A 10-letter word, Easy to utter, Slithers, oh so easily, down the throat,
The Delhi Metro
The doors slid open And I stepped in… What a great relief it was To be so far away
The train is running Through the fields, the forests, and the deserts… So close to the earth and yet, An intrinsic part of the society.
Nightmare Of A Working Woman
I stood at the crowded railway station, Waiting anxiously for the train to arrive; Minutes ticked by… I was already very late…
I often get a terrible feeling These days Of being powerless Helpless,
Your easy laughter Your jokes and smiles And your jovial manner Makes me feel so good, so comfortable…
Thoughts Of A Mother
My daughter would turn 10 next month… I find it hard to believe! It seems only yesterday That she was born….
Autumn Of The Year 1988
When the harsh summer Surrenders To the charms of the gentle autumn, Everything seems to be so beautiful…
Spring In Delhi,2015
Holi, the annual Festival of Colors Came and left this year on the same day... Dutifully, as per her usual custom...
You And I
Many years ago When we were young And deeply in love, We once sat in a park…
Being 49, Reaching 50...
I am 49, Going on 50. I ought to take it easy,
A Cloud Of Rain
A dark cloud of rain
drifted into my life
And for some time,
I felt good, happy...
I no longer felt lonely.
I thought life would go on happily
In one long, long stretch of time...
But when the cold, harsh