Krishna Dulal Barua

The somber even descends
The perturbed alarm of a weary clerk’s libido
In the eyes of the township
A nurse’s infirm inertness from sleeplessness;
In the interstices of the naked upright pines
There’s no sun; the sun’s sensation.
Senseless scribbling … [Read the rest...] “Shillong at Eventide | Navakanta Barua (trans.)”

Alighting from a Negro play
Cigar between his teeth
God pronounced:
Let there be light and light
The match-stick set the spring woods alight
Flowers and blood
And the hours of green darkness
Death and agony of the poison-blue sky… [Read the rest...] “The Black Girl in Search of God by Navakanta Barooah (trans.)”

Dreamer of paradise
Poet of achievement
Would you listen to solicitations
Of acrid tongues?
Would you revisit
To make this utterance:
you’d come but once and left forever
Never again to return!

Erecting a pleasure park
At Rajghat, Barakpore
we … [Read the rest...] “Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi by Navakanta Barooah (trans.)”

On monsoon nights does your  poet come to your mind,
Arundhoti,    
The fragrance of the afternoon in your hair-knot
Effaced by the damp light
Does it, does it come to your mind,
Arundhoti?

Poetry obscure to the moonlight, clouds, affection, … [Read the rest...] “Does it Come to Your Mind, Arundhoti – by Navakanta Barooah (trans.)”