Biography of Moloy Bhattacharya
Moloy Bhattacharya, a young and promising voice in the realm of modern poetry and creative writing, was born in a small village near Burdwan (Barddhaman) town of West Bengal.He did his graduation in Eng(Hons) from Gushkara College, then went on to complete M.A in English and Journalism & Mass Communication from Burdwan University.He also did B.Ed and M.Phil from the same University. At present, he teaches in a state govt aided high school as Post Graduate Assistant Teacher in English recruited by West Bengal School Service Commission. Writing poems, short stories, articles, reviews on various social issues is his hobby and passion. His creative works have been published in various websites in India and abroad.He invites people from various groups/communities for the feedback and criticisms that he thinks would help and make him stronger as a creative writer.
Moloy Bhattacharya Poems
A Forced Marriage
Very bluntly he says He loves her not Not even like her. She is not smart,
The Old Man And The Sea
Eighty four long days Did he spend alone In the lap of the vast sea Without catching a fish,
A unique social relation followed from generation built on respect and trust which is now declining fast
The assassin ravenously Lurking on the impending prey Maiming them with his grilling That is fired like a volley of arrows
Forgotten Rabindranath Tagore
You voiced a protest at a time The country was a slave to alien You took up your inborn weapon, a pen That grew fat with time
Death Of A Poet
On a wintry night That looked deep and dark The sleepy streets disturbed With stray dogs that bark
A Jar Of Innocent Chocolate
In broad daylight on a Sunday Everyone was dead busy With their respective duties In the open fire of the sun
I Suddenly you rose Like the legendary phoenix
The Plight Of A Married Lady
Born in a village She is young in age, A promising student Through her career
Secrets Of Life
No eyes look so beautiful If tears not floating from it Happiness becomes so tasteless If pain from wound feels painless
Confession Of An English Opium Eater
In the dead of night My eager heart leaps in joy When the tiny green dot Ensures your silence presence
To My Coy Mistress
I am suffering from fever My love for you is not over Your image always mirrors in my mind I caress you like an invisible wind.
The Journey Of Life
In the abstruse Journey of life Many faces young and old Come and go
End Of An Affair
O Lady! Going away am I from you For the long silence you keep.I know. It is the silence of your growing love For me, your secret passion and an affair.
A unique social relation
followed from generation
built on respect and trust
which is now declining fast
unite two persons as strangers
bringing in wedlock together.
Thus commence a newly happy life
In their hearts with a burning pride
This old custom will win for ever
Trustless love is our modern fever.