With the Breeze
A river which once yearned for
The expanse of the ocean
Is flowing in the heart.
The breeze weeps and tear drops
On the leaf of a tree.
He went away at last
Leaving the path behind
Pink like Ejar flowers.
To return was a promise
I understood
I lost it and didnot lose it.
Whatever it was
Left out without knowledge
Or nothing expected in return.
Bluish Suffering
At times a self wakes up
In my head and mind
And becomes a poet.
Of course
I and a poet
Are irreconcilable in my awareness.
The shadows of sufferings unite
To hide all my sensations
Of happiness.
Sad darkness begins to weep
In rain of tears.
And I
Lie on bed in supreme happiness with the soft pillow
In my small room
Listening to the droppings
Of sweet noise.
Translated by Ananda Bormudoi
Purabi Saikia Baruah is an Assamese poet based in Sonari, Sivsagar, Assam.