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Rituals by Aneek Chatterjee

[tabby title="Poem"] My heart beats fasthalf a kilometer before the train stationEvery day at the junction, a terrible traffic jammocks the morning sun& the lady with scarlet red lipsthrows me a kiss from the lamppostI want to hang myself in....

Tramlines and the Man by Aneek Chatterjee

[tabby title="Poem"] Yellow lights were gigglingat the dead of nightThere’re no buses, trams,rickshaws or taxis now. All had desertedthe city, sans a lonely man,possessed by gentle breeze andglowing lights in a summer night. Suddenly he heard whispersHe heard whispers …Parallel...