Bharat Choudhary

Biography

I’m Bharat Choudhary — a writer, educator, and literary critic, drawn to the places where identity, voice, and selfhood meet on the page. With academic backgrounds in English and History (UGC-NET), I approach literature not just as a scholar, but as someone who’s always searching for the personal threads hidden inside great texts. By profession, I’m a teacher; by nature, a poet. My poetry collection, Whispers in a Shattered Room: Poems from the Inside Out, grew out of my reflections on solitude, resilience, and the quiet transformations we all carry. I try to write with both mind and heart — blending analysis with emotion, structure with vulnerability. Whether it’s exploring the fractured voices in Shakespeare or the rebellious fire of Milton’s Satan, I hope to create space where readers can see themselves — not just in the stories we study, but in the questions we carry. For me, literature has always been both a mirror and a map. When I’m not teaching or writing, you’ll usually find me in conversation — guiding learners, listening to their journeys, and trying to bridge the timeless with the timely.

Just Like Mama

Evening fell—Papa returned, Storm in step, and fire in eyes. In the dim-lit room, he saw A little girl curled in silence, He touched her head— A tired stroke, half-love, half-lost. He saw her doll—tattered, torn, Matted hair, a bruised cheek, a wounded lip. His temper sparked, his face turned flame— “Just yesterday, I brought her home with joy— What ruined her so soon, this toy?” The little one shrank, breath held tight, The smile that danced an hour ago Now vanished, hidden in fright. With trembling hands, she lifted the doll, Her voice a whisper, heart in it all: “Papa...” she murmured, eyes tracing the floor— “I was making her like Mama looks... After you close the door.”

Magic Wool

Wandering the winter roads, I found a few soft balls of wool— left behind by someone in the bitter cold of last year. I brought them home and tucked them into the torn blanket that mother wrapped herself in— hoping maybe, just maybe, the holes would fill on their own. That I wouldn't have to hear her bones shiver through the night, or watch her lips tighten against the cold like a locked door. Truly— the next morning, the holes were gone. Not just in the blanket... but in mine too. For the first time, a smile rose on her lips and stretched all the way to her ears— and stayed there. It didn’t fade like the others. It lingered— because she did not. Her body jolted once, a crack— like twigs breaking under frost. There was a sound, half curse, half sigh— as if her bones had given their final reply to the cold. Yes, that wool was magical. It didn’t just take away the winter. It took her too— gave her freedom from the tremble I tried so hard to mend.

Mother, Why Did You Bring Me Forth...

Mother! Why did you birth me as a tender bud in the garden— fragile, fragrant, fated to be plucked? If I had to be born at all, why not make me a thorned, wild bramble— untouched, unruly, growing on my own terms? Or better yet— make me that wild, unashamed weed that grows wherever it dares, needing no permission, begging no place, and still refusing to wither.

Strings That Set Us Free

How simple life once was— when tiny fingers held the string, looped it tight, and flung dreams into the sky. Falling, soaring, they brushed the edges of heaven— and in the wild winds of spring, they tasted freedom. There was no name for faith back then— no saffron, no green, no white. All colors danced together in the wind, strings entangled in joy, only to rise again— with a new thread, a new promise. Back then, the string was never a shackle— it was a whisper of wind in our hands, a thread that knew how to pull without holding back, how to guide without binding. It wasn’t control— but a quiet promise, that even in knots, we could find our way to flight.

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Blog entries by Bharat Choudhary

Just Like Mama (11/06/2025)

Magic Wool (11/06/2025)

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