Square Field by Aneek Chatterjee

[tabby title="Poem"] Suddenly four cannons in four cornersof the square field fired, in tandem.& we ran towards the middleof the field,with a big radio set on shoulder.Viv Richards was a cannon,solid & aggressive.& we, Madan Lals & Kapil Devswere speeding...

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...