In the home of a Dead Dream Those who have departed Sleep alongside the road Of my daily coming and going. Something eerie would accost me Occasionally on my way And hold up a mirror in front. I guess a shattered dream Somehow stirs up From behind the mirror.
The Sky over the Window Looking through my window You said- So confined is your sky! The vastness Of the sky overhead Renders me small And this you will Never understand. The sky over the window Is better It keeps me company In daylight and darkness.
Translated by Ananda Bormudoi
Dr Kalyan Bhuyan is an Assamese poet and translator. He has one collection of poems to his credit. He teaches Physics in Dibrugarh University.