Two Poems by Ananya Chatterjee

Photography © Glenn Bowie

 

Season starved

For years now
I’ve been living off borrowed seasons
Stealing spring from a friend’s heart
(My craving for blossoms is cureless);
Snatching fresh slices of summer
from sun-soaked grins of random strangers
(they’ve lit up my hours of gloom..)
And when the heat has driven me mad
a wisp of winter from my neighbor’s sneer
has been enough to cool me off
Yet for years now..
there hasn’t been
a dearth of monsoon..
My eyes..
They suffice

 

Photography © Glenn Bowie
Photography © Glenn Bowie

 

No saint

I see him rip a million hearts
With honeyed metaphors
His word deadlier
Than all the swords
(If not mightier)
I see him worshipped
Like a saint
As he goes for his daily kill
His halo glows with
Half baked similes
The prey salivates
As he rapes with ease
But wasn’t a poet supposed to heal?
Betrayed by my hero
I stagger, collapse,
And finally remember
For every Gibran there is a Nero
Now I am more at peace.

 

Ananya Chatterjee is a bilingual poet from Calcutta, India writing in Bengali and English while leading another life is a software professional for a product development company. She has authored two collections of poems in English.

Glenn Bowie is a published poet, lyricist and photographer from the Boston area. He also owns and operates an elevator company that supplies custom-built elevators for clients from New England to Hollywood. Author of two poetry and photograph collections (Under the Weight of Whispers and Into the Thorns and Honey) on Big Table Publishing, he donates all profits from his books to various charities for the homeless and local animal shelters. Glenn is also the official photographer for the Newton Writing and Publishing Center.