Poetry

"...a sudden U-turn into a speeding Continental..."

"...It signaled a failing mind..."

"Ever wonder who they are..."

"...Hundreds of love letters bear witness to that sizzling affair..."

"...I will not tell you the name of the poem..."

"...Ngiyeke kicked him where it hurts..."

"...waiting for more cold days to come..."

Born and brought up in Kolkata, Raja Chakraborty is a bilingual poet. He has published four books of Bengali rhymes and two books of English poems. His forte is humor and punning. He also sketches and doodles.

"...all is still in this unlikely vacuum..."

"...we find ourselves down court, driving hard against logic..."

"...a perfect excuse to call in the middle of the night..."

"...handshakes are denied by sealed iron door..."

"...the peace of mind makes you smell the fragrance of flowers..."

"...I remember that twilight where The path turned left..."

"Living for months without a drop of water..."

"...a release from summer's warm, wicked, wiles...."

"...I need instructions, a direction to go. It's urgent, I repeat..."

"...spoken by another wearing the same ragged clothes..."

"...toward a smooth ending on the tarmac of dreams..."

"...only death heavy and hard and cruel..."

"...grows heavy, veins fill with polypropylene..."

"...earth possessions strapped to my back rawhide..."

"...shattered my glass against their concrete..."

"...unforgiving Canadian winter..."

"New York City is where people who are disappearing go..."

"...He looked over his shoulders daily...."

"...does not have a voice or a civil place in society..."

"...outside the Cavern Club on Mathew Street..."

"...Come for me, for my death..."

"...Your tattoos have faded to light grey..."