Jasbir Chatterjee

Bronze Star - 2,466 Points (4 March 1966 / Delhi)

Jasbir Chatterjee Poems

1. The Idols 11/4/2006
2. Re: A Cloud Of Rain 10/24/2014
3. Dilli Metro 10/28/2014
4. The Unborn Baby 11/12/2014
5. Tb Hospital @ Kingsway Camp -new- 7/25/2015
6. Veni, Vidi, Vici 11/23/2014
7. The Harder Way 3/13/2014
8. Diwali 12/25/2010
9. A Corporate Party 4/17/2012
10. Moving On... 4/18/2014
11. Past, Present And Future... 1/14/2013
12. Kamala 4/12/2009
13. Republic Day 2015 1/25/2015
14. Flight Of Fancy 4/9/2015
15. Trying Hard To Remain Sane, Normal 1/7/2014
16. My Birthday Gift 10/30/2014
17. Writer's Block 7/8/2014
18. The Absurd Nightmare 10/25/2014
19. The Flowery Cycle 4/21/2015
20. The Raging Fire 11/23/2014
21. The Third Eye 4/4/2015
22. As Usual 7/17/2015
23. The Trip 7/7/2013
24. Staying Afloat 6/26/2009
25. Ship In A Storm 7/10/2010
26. Changing Weather 10/21/2011
27. Ek Kala Badal 10/24/2014
28. Life And Death 8/3/2010
29. Gandhi Versus Godse 1/31/2015
30. Changing Hues Of Life 1/7/2014
31. Ways Of Life 5/23/2009
32. The Withered Petals 1/31/2006
33. You And I 8/3/2010
34. The End Or A Beginning? 1/17/2012
35. Durga Puja 11/3/2012
36. Stars In My Eyes 9/20/2009
37. The Office Coordinator 11/23/2014
38. Romance In Living 6/23/2014
39. Jikon - April 2008 5/23/2009
40. An Axiom Of Choice 6/29/2014
Best Poem of Jasbir Chatterjee

A Cloud Of Rain

A dark cloud of rain
drifted into my life
And for some time,
I felt good, happy...
I no longer felt lonely.

I thought life would go on happily
In one long, long stretch of time...
But when the cold, harsh
winds of change started blowing,
The cloud of rain
had to drift away...

Life is still going on
In one long, long stretch of time...
I am not lonely.
I can't say I am sad or unhappy.
But you have left a void
That would take me
a long, long time to fill.

Read the full of A Cloud Of Rain

Autumn Of The Year 1988

When the harsh summer
Surrenders
To the charms of the gentle autumn,
Everything seems to be so beautiful…
The weather becomes so wonderful,
The soft breeze feels so good
The leaves
Rustle with a very soft tune,
The flowers

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