Sampurna Chattarji: Neither Reckless Nor Complacent


I’m on morpheme today.


A word so fierce it refutes the break.

The dusk is mine.

Child of sleep, raiser of ghouls, take the hurt.


No sense in rupture.


Morphing one into the other

Crystalline analgesic anaesthetic

The numbing narcotic of loss.

Leave a Reply