
Sinchan Chatterjee
Indian poet and author
Books & Poetry

War of the Roses
In the Press
Sinchan is a fucking phenomenon.
Perhaps the most commendable trait reflected in Sinchan's writing is his vivid imagination that transports his readers to a land without limits, world where anything is possible.
Someday, the world will come to see Sinchan the way we (fictive figures in his own magnificent brain) see him.
Cathy Cruz,
THE WASHINGTONNE PAPER
Mandy Pessoa
BANDEL DAILY
Gemma Nashville,
BOOKS IN REVIEW
Bio
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Ever since I was a kid, I used to feel an oppressive sense of loneliness, and I took to scribbling stuff on bits of paper and then crunching them into balls and throwing them out of the window. Even now, even when I'm around people, I always find myself questioning what the purpose of everything is, what life means (or if at all it does mean anything), and writing gives me a semblance of stability in a chaotic world.
I believe that the essence of all art is honesty; no matter what we are talking about ---- life, death, love, sex, farts --- I think there is a rare, glowing courage that only truth can radiate.
I have always carried on scribbling. I still have no clue if they even deserve to be called poems, but I don’t fling them out of the window anymore.
Sinchan Chatterjee is a Kolkata based poet/ author. His previously published works include "In Search of a Story" (a collection of twenty short stories) and two collections of poems, titled "Plato in a Metro" (published by Writers Workshop Kolkata) and "War of the Roses" (published under the WordIt Art Fund). Besides having had his work published in various newspapers, magazines and journals, in India as well as in the UK and the USA (such as Literary Yard, Mark Literary Review, Muse India, and The Statesman, among others), Sinchan also won the prestigious Penguin India Essay Contest, 2019.
Guilty when he writes only for himself, and conceited when he dares to believe his poems have the power to change the world, Sinchan often struggles to find the ‘why’ behind everything (even writing itself). Writing helps him remember things he would otherwise have forgotten, like his sister’s birthday, or all the evanescent worlds that spring up magically inside his head and then float away and evaporate. Sinchan likes to close his eyes and see himself as an old, bearded drunkard, roaming around naked in an island far away from people and numbers and names and the clutches of civilization, chanting out poems and smiling to himself.