A Phone Call
A phone call has a life giving power. A phone call may have The source of a short fiction. A phone call may create rapport. A phone call may illuminate The dark room of an old home. Loneliness may be dispelled By a phone call. A phone call may end a war And negotiate a treaty. A phone call may enliven A dead city, a sigh And a dead dream A dried river And a withered leaf. A phone call can Negotiate a peace talk.
In Losing Words
For quite a few days I have suffered from absence of words. My thoughts, my soul, my consciousness Are all buried in the dust. I sit clasping barren time. Words spiral out In curls of smoke. Void is unendurable I am upset By non fulfillment. I strike myself With a sharp weapon Scrutinize myself closely. Where are the words basking in the sun In a flowing river On the wings of the birds Or on the red flowers of Fagun? I need them To communicate love.
[Translated by Ananda Bormudoi]
Geetanjali Borkotoky is a young Assamese poet based in Namrup, Assam.