http://slow.writerscafe.org/Subham_C The original writings of author Subham Chatterjee en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776184642 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Teaser : 5.56 Caliber Subham Chatterjee ( CCAN-2.5-1306-1300/77) Nothing encumbers mud better than human blood. As the lost and weary sun retires, the winter twilight smelling of gunpowder succumbs to a silent night, moonlight staggering through a plight of napped clouds,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subham_C/1132220/ Collection of Short Stories http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subham_C/1132218/ " A Short Journey by Train " © ACCENTUATION 2011by Subham Chatterjee on Sunday, August 14, 2011 at 1:09am                            *****   &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subham_C/779839/ An Ode to Hands held . © ACCENTUATION 2011by Subham Chatterjee on Wednesday, August 3, 2011 at 11:17pm© ACCENTUATION.© Subham Chatterjee                                       .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subham_C/774505/                                Reminisce                  &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subham_C/770344/ A Start Awaiting . © Accentuation 2010by Subham Chatterjee .                     ***  A Start Awaiting *** To a new city, do my words flow free --Non-chalant, infectious - thoroughly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subham_C/769186/ Walls smoked of moss . © Accentuation by Subham Chatterjee on July 12, 2011 .                       ***         Walls smoked of moss &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subham_C/769185/ A failed poem . ©Kaleidoscopeby Subham Chatterjee                             **         A failed Poem       ** Just through ra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subham_C/769174/ Short story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subham_C/765667/ Singly , a river kisses the sand ,No tree to shelter or provide a stand,Scarce with water, seldom drives,Nor a city, neither a village ....does it touch its ripping vines ,......  Silence, a word to keep it going,Scorching its way, helping it drying,Even the sky is amazed at its journ,The .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subham_C/722521/  Are you hearing out to me ?I am just a kite-maker,So my poems are flimsy realmsTorn by wind, caught in others' dreams . Are you listening to me ?For I am just a kite-maker,So my songs are silent - without any decreesStuck in electric poles , caught in branches of tall trees. Are you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subham_C/721162/