Biography of shreya chatterjee
the poet in me is born out of conflict, despair, boredom, and from the very rare moments of absolute success.my poems depict strings of my mind.... to read them, is to read my mind, to feel them requires to be near me........ thus in the other sense to know me one must read the invisible letters hidden in my poems.....
shreya chatterjee Poems
In the dark alleys of my mind They run about. Sometimes lost, sometimes found. Sometimes emerging faintly through the dark
5-Dreams And Thoughts
Suppressed below they try to break through Suppressed down the ages, they try to Reassess their identity Regressive attitude have marked their entity
Blood is still oozing out from the deep slit… A sheaved hand, Few gapping mouth, There was a blast here…
What more can I ask From the morning sun?
Eyes no more close to sleep I hear the groaning Pagan voice, Neither it speaks of it pains-
What is this hiatus? Between one pain and another? A brief spell of laughter A means of endless flatter
In the dark alleys of my mind
They run about.
Sometimes lost, sometimes found.
Sometimes emerging faintly through the dark
Sometimes vanishing in thin air.
They emerge, only to half-disappear.
Only the sounds of laughter left behind,
Perhaps tiny footprints here and there.