moments unfinished
Author: Anish Chakravarty
Pages: 58
Year of Publication: 2026
Price: ₹250
ISBN:
978-81-180240-0-2 (9788118024002)
About the Author
Anish Chakravarty was born and raised in Kanpur
and has a doctoral degree in philosophy from the
University of Delhi. He has been teaching philosophy for over a decade. He writes poetry shaped by memory, reflection, and the quiet intensity of lived moments. His work has appeared in limited-circulation literary publications. moments unfinished marks his continuing engagement with verse as a form of inward exploration.
About the Book
Designed and published as a pocket book, a note by the poet on his writing process is shared below.
“moments unfinished emerged from my experience of reflecting over moments that might otherwise pass unnoticed — an encounter, a memory, a silence, a loss, a question, or simply the changing light of a day. I did not begin with the intention of writing a book; the poems gradually became a way of attending to experience and allowing uncertainty to remain uncertain. Many of these pieces explore what cannot quite be held: time, love, identity, memory, meaning, and the fleeting nature of our lives. The title reflects this unfinishedness, not as incompleteness to be corrected, but as something intrinsic to being human. Writing these poems became, for me, a journey of observing without always resolving, and of finding that sometimes a question, a silence, or a moment left open can say more than an answer.”
Anish Chakravarty
Teaser
1.
Time drifts past like a river,
its currents murmuring secrets
only the shore remembers …
each wave speaks,
then vanishes,
leaving silence in its wake.
17.
Speak up for your stance,
stand accused of profanity.
Stay silent,
bear the guilt of surrendering speech,
turn to propriety.
What remains?
38
We imagine happiness,
so wide, so blinding,
it feels like light.
We run toward it,
though we’ve never known it,
and if it comes
quietly, unexpectedly,
we wonder:
was this what I waited for?
47
That feeling—
when someone you knew
is no longer there.
Gone years ago,
yet you remain.
Yet with each year,
the memory holds him closer,
stronger than time itself.
Contents
50 poems
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