Enchantment

By Kanchan Bhattacharya

This stirring collection of poems, the third by Kanchan Bhattacharya, a versatile poet who has been writing poetry ever since he was in his teens, actually. A soulful poet, he has fans and followers across India and abroad, forever waiting for more from him. This compilation has been divided into various subsections ,making it a complete poetic offering to any lover of ode and verse.

Kanchans muse is eternal, changing form, character, and mood, lighthearted, mischievous, in darker shades, fanciful at times, harshly real when she wishes to be, hovering in the background at all times and yet ubiquitous. At times she personifies cannabis, or a nose! Sometimes, she prompts the poet into levity whence he delightfully presents nonsensical limericks! Oh, the Muse!

Pick your choicefrom dark, forbidden, passionate love, or blatant carnality. This in-your-face quality of lustful, full-bodied love makes his poetry extremely powerful and leaves the reader shaken up, wanting more and more! He writes of women in all their desirability, in their myriad moods; in various avatars; as mistresses, lovers, wives; accompanied by erotic imagery.

Satiation is never a distant dream when you read him (Tannaaz Irani, editor).

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing India
• Release date: Dec 4, 2015
• ISBN: 9781482867213

Kanchan Bhattacharya

Kanchan Bhattacharya, a prolific poet, served in the Army for thirty years before becoming a teacher of electronics, and settled in Jabalpur, Madhya Pradesh, India. An incurable romantic, he writes poems, sonnets and haiku, almost all day. He dabbles in solar energy and engineering, and is fond of teaching children. With two books of poetry - “Arrival” and “Opus” (2013), a book of cartoons (1990), his poetry has been anthologized in India and abroad. Email: [e-mail]

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APHRODITE

To Aphrodite

Haiku

Darkness I forget-

Just soft words, some caresses,

Imprints eternal

Summer breeze, rains

In dark nights of loneliness,

You become my sleep

This heart like monsoon

Meanders gently, if you ask

I would stand quietly

The rain speaks, so hush

Your lips, serendipity

Passion, a river

I have sung for long

Now the void begins, you left

Your notes over me

Nimbus, nubile dream

On wings of a swallow, blues

So rare is this love

Aphrodite, spring forth,

The lei around lovers’ waists

Kismet, your kisses

Symphony

On the dreamboat of desire

Packets of thoughts,

Little white wisps… clouds

In a blue sunlit sky,

Love is a bird, swallows in flight

The words are you

The soul is yours

Walk into the day

With a trail of fragrances,

The poet’s passion follows you

In sunlight and rain

In dawns and sunsets

With zephyrs and gales

Through tornados and hail

Caresses from faraway

In midnight hours…

Sunlit and yet moon

On the fringe of kismet,

Your kisses still linger

A night of éclairs shared lip to lip

And wild fragrance of white roses

Just careless cadences

Of streaking meteorites

Of moans and touches

Seeking crescendos

Lost and found moments ago,

Not yet forgotten

Streaming exchanges, wilderness

Of caresses, from so far away

A journey often taken

Yet never before

Discovering new trekking tracks

On midnight lanes and rooms,

Unsaid needs that play

Within us

In simmering summers,

And winters that say

Hither, love, hold me warmly

Until dawn makes partings

Real. Oh yes persistent caresses

And zephyrs stray

Invocation

My hands have sculpted your face

And they have affectionately gone on

To form you along the torso, and your legs

And returned to sculpt your feelings, your breasts

Yet for too long I have