Aneek Chatterjee
Aneek Chatterjee is a poet and academic from Kolkata, India. He has been published in reputed literary magazines and poetry anthologies across the globe.
About Aneek Chatterjee
Aneek Chatterjee is a poet and academic from Kolkata, India. He has been published in reputed literary magazines and poetry anthologies across the globe.
His recent credits are: Chiron Review, Better Than Starbucks, Poetry Potion, Shot Glass Journal, The Stray Branch, Dissident Voice, Café Dissensus, Literary Yard, Ann Arbor Review, Chicago Record, Setu, Ethos Literary Journal, GloMag, New Asian Writing, Montreal Writes, Scarlet Leaf Review, Pangolin Review, Mark Literary Review, Merak Magazine, Taj Mahal Review etc. He authored 13 books including two poetry collections titled "Seaside Myopia" and "Unborn Poems and Yellow Prison" (Cyberwit.net), and a novel named "The Funeral Procession." Chatterjee has a Ph.D. in International Relations; and has been teaching in leading Indian universities. He was a Fulbright Visiting Fellow at the University of Virginia (USA), and a recipient of the prestigious ICCR Chair professorship offered by the Govt. of India to teach at reputed foreign universities.
Books by Aneek Chatterjee
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Nascent Bylanes — poem unrhymed
Aneek Chatterjee is a poet and academic from Kolkata, India. He has been published in reputed literary magazines and poetry anthologies across the globe. His work has been archived at Yale University.
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Pestilence — poem unrhymed
"...The naked tree only houses black crows..."
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Quarantine Muses — poem unrhymed
"...a reluctant tabula rasa this holi..."
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Ghost Hunter — poem unrhymed
"...I meet ghosts in society -- tall, short, thin, fat, well dressed...
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Sepia Truth — poem unrhymed
"...why dreams unearth truth in sepia...
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I'm Game — poem unrhymed
"...devote all colors to you..."
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Locked Existence — poem unrhymed
"...we become from our beaming selves..."
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Our Tales — poem unrhymed
"...I see a flattening curve..."
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Important Time — poem unrhymed
"...Scribbled my opinion on a political debate..."
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The Blue Moon — poem unrhymed
"...A line escaped from my friend's poem..."


