The guy who plagiarizes your poems
loves your work; and
probably you
But he loves himself more
...
Let me count tears
before the war begins
Let me sense wounds
before the war begins
...
Dark clouds and lightning
always seem to be frightening
on sea. But they reflect life
...
I composed love poems
said the poet
Human relations, rush of
the adrenalin
...
Golden is the colour
of darkness; dazzles,
brightens every nook and corner
honoured and ornamented.
...
Who cares who I am
Dusts settle down after the storm
ignited my passion, id
The bus takes a sudden turn
...
When the sky turned red
near our favorite town, all sailors fled
the turbulent sea
...
My boat is ready for you
Feel free to sail through
the blue waters, away from shore
...
Bright hot morning.
Went for a walk
on pleasant green grass
Got bruised and injured
...
One day I'll quit the field
Curious eyes accusing fingers
adorable faces
...
A hen with her seven
little chicks was travelling
along the rail tracks,
happily, without fear.
...
The young tiger
jumped to chase a wild boar
in the slushy jungle areas
of Ranthambhore
...
A storm has passed through the town
last night. Rains lashed
Trees fell, leaves green and brown
flew, houses broke, dreams crashed
...
I looked at the man
whom everybody proclaimed
dead; but his cryptic smile
pierced my heart, before I
...
Aneek Chatterjee is an Indian poet, currently living in Kolkata. He has been published in poetry journals, literary magazines and e-zines in the USA, Canada, Australia, Mauritius, Philippines and India. His poems have been included in eight anthologies also; - all published from the USA. Chatterjee has a ph.d. in International Relations; and has been teaching IR and Political Science in leading Indian universities. He authored and edited 9 academic books and a novel titled “The Funeral Procession”, besides numerous articles. He featured in the list of “Best Indian Political Scientists with Photos”, prepared by an international organization. Dr. Chatterjee also taught at the University of Virginia, USA as a Fulbright Visiting fellow.)
I Cried Near The Ocean
I cried near the ocean
Waves only giggled
I shouted peace on the desert
Sands everywhere slept cold
I unfurled the white flag in the hills
Pines and Ferns stopped whispering
Chilly breeze in a winter evening told the Bay
The world is playing decay
(15/10/2017)
Erosion of Values is the Greatest Danger on Earth. It is a Silent Killer.
Our beautiful world will die the moment Idealism dies.
There is no clash between Reality and Dreams. One leads to the other