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Bejewelled


 Nandita De Nee Chatterjee   Once I chanced upon a placid pool
                   in a clearing in the woods.
                   Set amidst an emerald arc
 Writer/Freelance/Journalist/housewife.  Formerly  with  Economic
 Times. Cover stories and Feature Writer with Statesman, Illustrated   like a moonstone pendant dazzling in the day.
 Weekly,  Economic  Times,  Telegraph,  Times  of  India,  Femina,   Clouds lost in the sky
 Filmfare, Germany Today, Voix Meets Mode, UK, Frontier Weekly,   found wandering here.
 Namaste  Ink.  Was  Part  Time  Lecturer  at  Calcutta  University   The nymph of the forest
 Journalism department, PG for 7 months. Was Consulting Editor,   caressing her dangling jewel.
 Environ.  Launched  Economic  Times  Marketplace  for  ET.  Co
 Author, Big Bang of Non-Fiction, Life in Reverse; 30 Best Poets; Sea;   And on a bough bending over the silver ripples
 Coffee & Echos; Wrapped Up Feelings; Poetry Planet's Christmas in
                   Was an array of surreal wonder.
 my Heart , Moonlight; Asian Literary Society's A Kaleidoscope of Asia   Beauty unsurpassed in the natural world.
 & A Bilingual Anthology of Poems, Poetry Planet's Writers' Haven &
 Rewrite the Stars; Heart of a Poet by inner child press anthologies.
                   Suddenly one dropped into the pool.
                   Resplendent colours flashed in the listless day.
                   Like Monet's canvas
                   Transcendental glory in fluid display.
 The Follower      One by one they joined the rest.
                   Mandarin Ducks.
 Summer Solstice.  A floating caravan of crayons.
 The long day dragged.  An impressionist's wildest dream come true.
 Clammy heat, parched throats.
 Nary a soul on the streets.  @Nandita De Nee Chatterjee
 Suddenly a waft of dry breeze.
 The shadows underneath the tree danced.
 Mesmerizing the lines and curves.
 Colourless yet alive.
                                    I never colour

 I twirled too in response.            my subjects
 My shadow followed my whims.            nor I paint
 How many restless summers?              my verses ;
 Moments of distress, ennui…
 Lonesome hours, despairing days?
                                  They are dyed

 Here i was                            in my blood,
 tracing shapes in the streets       And are seen
 the tree scripting my story on a hot tarmac.  loving in red.
 Telling my shadow, you're free.
 Adieu, good friend.
                                           ...Author

 @Nandita De Nee Chatterjee

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