Kanchan Chatterjee works in the Finance Ministry of the Government of India as a tax officer. He has been writing poems and haiku since 2012. His poems have been published in a variety of ezines. He received an honourable mention for his entry in the 2017 Eto En Oi Ocha haiku contest in Japan.
autumn
the small dead branches
burning
a nightbird sings and air hiss . . .
distant hum
of a long distance truck . . .
diwali happened a week back, a few
crackers still burst
looking up i see
scorpio, with antares, the fire star, burning orange; vega, in the center
of the sky
~
desolation ku
a mouse,
a half open window
the lights of the diwali night
the ks link road, desolate
will long be remembered. . .
owl
calls;
late-rising moon
her side of bed
empty . . .
~
untitled
Keshavi signs the papers
she
is from Colombo
I
return her passport . . .
she smiles back
she works
in Unilever, speaks good
Hindi
says she watches lots of Bollywood
stuff, Shahrukh, yeah
she will stay here for
10 days and
pray to Buddha
you know. . .
no,
she won’t meet me at the
Sri Lankan monastery, I should come to
Colombo (flashes her smile)
turns away, waves back
she has a deep blue
pair of Nikes