The God of Love As we set foot on the path of Buddha— He tells us—"God doesn't exist, Emptiness itself is God, Its only with the light of love That monuments remain glinting." Time brimming with love said—"Come, with a red rose in hand." A sweet pang is now beside me as an eternal company, I'm fascinated by the inner emptiness of the distant horizon also. He puts a red rose of faith everyday in my hand And says, God doesn't exist, Emptiness itself is God.
Fellow Passenger Let this journey begin today itself Would you too be a partner? May be I wont know where it would end Nevertheless, I want this journey to be for eternity The days left behind will accompany Inaugurated will be the thousand processions of hazy pictures of life. Lets go together in quest of silent prayers of life's eloquence Shall we find out the information of that abstract dream. This that we’re going Just going How far you'd go on this journey hand in hand Would you be a fellow passenger In this endless journey of yours and mine.
Translated by Uttam Duorah
Purabi Saikia Baruah is an Assamese poet based in Sonari, Charaideu.
Uttam Duorah, the translator, retired as the HoD, English, Women’s College, Tinsukia and is based in Tinsukia, Assam.