by Col Kanchan Bhattacharya This was a poem I wrote before I started for Chennai, on 09 Nov 2010, describing imaginary events en route…
Author: Kanchan Bhattacharya
The Bougainvillea Arbor
An autobiographical story, a bit abridged The year- 1959! Lumding, atop a “tilla” a hillock was where we stayed! One could see Lumding Railway station
Hostel, warden and chemistry experiments!
School began at 8 AM after breakfast. That was after we woke up at 5 AM, when the bell went clang, clang, clang! Come get your tea and
Working Lady
(Published with the consent of the Muse, she promised not to kill Peeping Tom finally) Mom called- “Sue, we have found a match for
Pomes of Axi Denz!
FE says -A beautiful experiment of poetry by Col Kanchan Bhattacharya using a language that is fast gaining popularity. Hope this diwali there are
Coiffeuse and the Seller of Jasmines
Upon her client’s face In fragrant rooms, she works long They enjoy her touch Neglect shows in that bird nest, Her own hair a mess
A Nose Job
The scan report has confirmed what I thought- no always knew! The stalactites are doing well, hanging from my upper palate in balloon like formation.
In memoriam
by Kanchan Bhattacharya
Rain upon the monsoon road side
White cranes, Amid soaring clouds Wavering Rain dithers Above farmers Monsoon winds declare She would burn pining, at stake Those clouds- cruel, insane
Stray Thoughts- 2006
After each war, the Defense Services lost much more than their hard earned victory. They lost their pride and inherent trust in the Nation, knowing
Dog in The Manger!
Happenings in Pie Bar Space! We were exchanging notes, my GF and me… she in Latin America, I in good old Jabalpur… With the safety
Tahsh not Crickeet!
(Buddha Baba’s Diary! Written for Old Monk) There was simply awe in the air, nary a sound The audience sat glued to plastic seats, totally