Atonement
for sins, for fruits of passion
for desires, for deception
for the loss of innocence
for the demonstration of grime

Death
The purgation, the atonement.
The callous conspiracy of fate
The detachment or the conduit
Or a playful symphony
that brings the end

Birth
The origin, the beginning.
The chance for atonement
Or an escape from it?
Clemency or retribution.
Or simply a paradox to the eternity- death

Insanity my refuge
The startling prettiness of craze
Tantalizing my concealed vision
And the desire to overlap beauty with the
Scorching sensation of inadequacy

Remembering those
Whose wide eyes and shadow dreams
And marble throats enigma
Love, or something like it

Fantasy and rainbows
Hoods and faces behind masks
Or were they faceless masks
The shimmering gowns, tissues
And bliss
Or life an endless alley to nothingness and utopia- the dreams painted in painful insanity

Canvas frayed and novel,
Timeless strokes, stains, tang
Memoirs of blinking eyes
Briny tears, salty gore.

Brews in the perfidious core,
The taste of wasted wits
The savor of unaccomplished reveries
Of decease, of defiance

Death is a marvel, a vision
A revelation, a folktale,
And life an exhausted legend,
With ebbing spells, fading charms

Lured by the perilous summons of the shadows
Enchanted by the mysteries of time
Of desires, of hopes, of spring
The canvas remains nude, our souls empty

And then the call of fatality
The whore who offers it all…
Escape, illusion, the alleyway to infinity…
To the end of life, or the beginning of conviction

written by ananya chatterjee

He lines my trail to the moon…
In his arms he holds the trampled ME
He walks me from my wrecked ruins
and fetches me a thousand stars.


I settle in his eyes
In his feel I subsist,
as he whispers into my ears
the yarn of sweet nothingness


He resides in my prayers
Dwells in the thoughts I knit
In him I glimpse the countless hues
That paints the shadows in me


And then, he glances at me
One spark
And the sky is on fire…
and I breathe through another night



dedicated to the man who taught me how to live in love...

written by ananya chatterjee

They say she died a natural death
slithered into the abyss of nocturnal peace
Said, no agony tormented her splintered core
Shut away from the realms of veracity


She bled her final dregs of dreams
soaked herself in the bloody past
the bruises of shame of ignominy of pain
but, they say a natural death… she died


she slept to fight the despair
moved not her lips, escaped not her fears
but her heart lingered bare, rusted…
until one day she died a natural death

Macabre reveries of gory shame
incontrovertible and undeniable
decomposed and putrid masses
surrounding the empty platter called 'life'

and then a natural death.........

written by ananya chatterjee

She withered as I stirred…..
Emaciated by the unlit days  
of solitude…
of pain.


I stroked to revive her
I urged her to smell, to dream
of loveliness…..
of lyrics.


I dwelled in her essence
nurtured by her effervescence.
Now gone…
forever. 


And now am left forlorn…
Left with my tears and prayers
of sunshine,
of memories…

written by ananya chatterjee

I offer my prayers to the vista of life
It rises to tell me the yarn of disguise
The drape it has donned to evade the cries
Of tender follies and deadly lullabies

It seizes my hand and dashes with me
To underworld and over the sea
Where agony is a merciful delight
and darkness is a sane man’s sight

After the sunset I wake up to the dawn
The shadow of night embraces the morn
The smell of pine darkens my mind
It fastens my tongue and leaves me spellbind

Ecstatic with splendor I stand up to beam
The trance seems true not a gleaming dream
I long to return to the start of the ride
I obscure my pain I slain my pride

I am a miracle, but a profligate spawn
A wasted brilliance that fate has drawn
My verve is my might, my soul’s voice
My being is my blessing; a bliss to rejoice


written by ananya chatterjee

The littoral view
The sun kissed hue
The sublime seduction
of dipsomania

I elude
the mystery call;
the parlous chimes
of liqueur….or is it the fervent whisper of linnets?



I know not.
I heed not.



I am a nefarious myrmidon
to the forbidden combats in me.
The heady lover of a hussy
ensnared by the impetuous chalice of wine

written by ananya chatterjee

I bargained with the petulant conspirator
The last dregs of my dream
The dreams, I had wrapped
In glitters and lavender hue


He leaned from his gothic fort,
And winked at his graft
Stretched out his arms lackadaisically
Eyeing my dead ‘forget-me-nots’


I shuddered in dismay for the benison from my love
My tears washed his urbane cenotaph
Fate the depraved commissary
Smirked at my sunken soul and flamed the way to Elysium


written by ananya chatterjee

Inside my heart
Burns the flame of passion
Forgive my soul
for my sin of loving you.


I came to pray
Yet my eyes searched for you,
The silence of your lips
Burned my thirsty eyes


You touched me father
To purge me off my sins
I craved for you
My lust soared so high.


I closed my lids
To feel god’s grace
But my dreams remained
Incomplete without you


When you stood there
Blessing me and all,
My vision was blurred
My thoughts were stained


I wept days and nights
My love scarred my soul
Hoping against reality
That one day we shall unite


The man in you I see
With blood, bone and desires
Yet the touch of your hands
Never answer my prayers


You stood so close and yet so far
Never hearing my pleas for love
But one day you will yield your soul
For a woman’s heart lies with you



written by ananaya chatterjee

Standing in the sleepy line
With closed empty eyes
I scratch my ass I dig my nose
I duck to escape the scorching glances


My unfinished dreams of yester night
Lurks from the dusty corners of neverland
The incessant drone of morning prayers
Jam my garbled senses


I wobble my oversized head
to clear the commercial traffic
of formulae and theories…
The misery of history


Moral science remains a wasted effort
Trapped in the confinement of the assembly halls
I stoop, from the nagging ache
The victims of educational despair

written by ananya chatterjee

And the night whispers in the ears of darkness,
Somewhere a heart pains and bleeds,
Tears of joy flows down to her bosom,
Her solitude…..has been revenged.


The golden hair, the azure eyes,
The sardonic smile, with coral touches…
She laughs aloud to the silent sky,
Echoed by the sound of lamenting


Scarlet drops flowed from his wounds.
drops that eased her pain away.
She looked up with her triumphant eyes,
And watched the shadow that wept for the hunted


The mirth, in her heart, no longer she felt;
Her victory so futile, so vain
To avenge the soul of her buried beloved,
Another was left love less in the desert of vengeance


written by ananya chatterjee

Narrow dingy lanes
where death is a treat
Mongrels and men
are companions and competitors


the stench of uncovered drains
where shameful humanity lies low
the naked newborn starves
the deceiving streetlights burn brighter


diseased by hunger
deprived by fate
the toxic by products,
the wastes in the way of progress


here morality is a virgin whore
it sells but remains unfucked
and emotions are leftovers
from a rare meal


written by ananya chatterjee

My tears bear the traces of gore,
No wounds I see, no pain I feel
An empty lane and alleys of bygone days
Mirth and joy, lurks in the dusty corners.


Scarred was I, by the gashes of time
The road to salvation was dark, was cold
I was lost amidst the silence of stars
Alone I stood at the edge of life.


My hands felt numb, drenched in sweat
With a shallow breath, I reached to trap my life
Memories I grabbed with my empty hands,
My tainted hear was bleeding again.

written by ananya chatterjee

the sky has lost its color
the noon is dusty grey
the sands of time stood not still
the memories fade away


rising from the heaps
of empty pages,
tossing my head in pain...
my words are lost in eternity


i hope to drink
the wine of slumber
yet my shoulders stoop
not from dreams, but delusion

written by ananya chatterjee

I stay awake all night long,
To catch a glimpse of the lady in red
She stands by her window pane
My thoughts for her remain unsaid.



The wind plays with her unkempt hair,
I stretch my hands to touch the air
A shiver makes my heart so cold
The silent agony, no more can I bear



my heart cries out, my love for her
my lips are sealed with an ache unseen
Rejection, I fear shall stab my soul
Against my tired bed, I lean



I look up again, to quench my thirst
Drives me on, my lust for life
Another night just danced away
and continues my inner strife

written by ananya chatterjee

Fighting through crowds,
Running in vain
The tides of shame
Wash my scars


The hounds fed………
On my blood and my flesh,
My soul they stained
And yet I run


My dreams are drenched,
In the hues of fear
My eyes are shadowed,
By the glint of their smiles


But yet I run…
And then I pause to look at me,
No trace of blood, only memories
Of thousand intrusive hands


written by ananya chatterjee