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
I often get a terrible feeling These days Of being powerless Helpless,
The Delhi Metro
The doors slid open And I stepped in… What a great relief it was To be so far away
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.
A Cloud Of Rain
A dark cloud of rain drifted into my life And for some time, I felt good, happy...
Gandhi Versus Godse
Time runs on, relentlessly. History follows, in synchrony, Dancing along, keeping pace...
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...
Diwali The festival of lights… Diwali The festival of joy…
Ship In A Storm
Every morning After I complete my household chores I rush to the bus stop… Sprinting, running,
Weather is changing again… Summer is slowly giving way to winter, Yellow leaves are falling, New ones are coming in their place,
Depression, A 10-letter word, Easy to utter, Slithers, oh so easily, down the throat,
Ek Kala Badal
गहरे रंग का एक पयोधर जीवन में तिर आया है सच तो ये है दो पल को कुछ खुशियाँ ले आया है
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.
Your easy laughter Your jokes and smiles And your jovial manner Makes me feel so good, so comfortable…
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,