Biography of Jasbir Chatterjee
Jasbir Chatterjee was born in Delhi and spent her childhood years in Jamnagar, Gujarat, and Nigeria. She is a postgraduate in Mathematics from Delhi University and has also done MBA. She works at present as a Manager in Delhi. She began writing at age 15 and continues to write and blog as a hobby. She lives in Delhi with her husband, a theater professional, and her 19-year-old daughter.
Jasbir Chatterjee's Works:
Her poem 'The Delhi Metro' was published in 2012 in an IB Course B Oxford University Press, UK, textbook. Another poem " A Cloud of Rain" was published in 2015 in Poetry Society of India's anthology " Just for You MY LOVE.
Jasbir Chatterjee Poems
A Cloud Of Rain
A dark cloud of rain drifted into my life And for some time, I felt good, happy...
When Intimacy Changes Into Indifference
Time just flows past And you never notice Till subtle changes come bubbling to the surface; When intimacy turns into indifference.
My Sweet, Lonely, Little, World
Come, step into my sweet, lonely little world! Hand in hand, We shall run across the cliffs
Depression, A 10-letter word, Easy to utter, Slithers, oh so easily, down the throat,
The train is running Through the fields, the forests, and the deserts… So close to the earth and yet, An intrinsic part of the society—
Nightmare Of A Working Woman
I stood at the crowded railway station, Waiting anxiously for the train to arrive; Minutes ticked by… I was already very late…
The Delhi Metro
The doors slid open And I stepped in… What a great relief it was To be so far away
Your easy laughter Your jokes and smiles And your jovial manner Makes me feel so good, so comfortable…
Autumn Of The Year 1988
When the harsh summer Surrenders To the charms of the gentle autumn, Everything seems to be so beautiful…
I often get a terrible feeling These days Of being powerless Helpless,
Thoughts Of A Mother
My daughter would turn 10 next month… I find it hard to believe! It seems only yesterday That she was born….
The festival of Durga Puja was drawing to a close… The red carpets were being rolled up, The poles were being pulled out, The tents were being removed,
Spring In Delhi,2015
Holi, the annual Festival of Colors Came and left this year on the same day... Dutifully, as per her usual custom...
Blood And Pain
One by one, They fall; the red clots of my blood... And all I can do is
The Withered Petals
I hold the withered petals
of my illusions
in my hand.
Then I throw them on the ground
and lift my foot
to trample upon them....
But I can't,
Because I can't be cruel,
Because it hurts,