Poetry

Ode to the Discarded

While sitting on the curb, I see a rusty old bolt laying on the pavement.   I pick it up, turn it and feel its heft, its cold edges, My fingers now stained orange.   I run fingertips over threads still sharp, not stripped.  …

Poetry

Hum

I know how it feels when no one wants you –they won’t leave you alone. They won’t leave you alone. Their downcast eyes look through me. Their reluctance to talk to me engages. The telephone won’t stop not ringing. Their e-mails, which never arrive, backlog,…

Poetry

Dream for Peace

I always have a dream Flowing into my veins like a stream Throughout my life I wander about Having deep faith to reach it, no doubt I always keep it in my heart and mind I am sure one day I will get it and…

Life, People, Poetry

Snake

Original : Assamese : Guna Moran Translation : Bibekananda Choudhury   I frisson on seeing a snake As if the long venomous tongue jutting out Would bite me lethally Instantly on seeing But the number of death Bitten by long pointed tongues As thousand time…