Last Updated on November 11, 2021 10: 43pm
Preety Bora is a young poet based in upper Assam’s Golaghat. She writes both in English as well as in Assamese. She is a co-editor of a bilingual anthology of contemporary poems titled Hejar Kabir Xopon (Part 1). Her poems have appeared in different anthologies, magazines and newspapers in India as well as abroad.
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I Can’t Survive Without You
I keep remembering you
And your wild tears
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On my lips
I keep walking with you
Through the rain or sunshine
In the silent wood,
As long as you are there with me,
I capture every moment
In my dreamy eyes
With the warmth of your body’s perfume
I keep surviving all the time
To keep you alive in my thought
Because I can’t survive without you
With My Solitude I Sail
My heart bleeds somewhere in the jungle
When I use to unwind my ink
The pain unfurls to sail
Through the dark silhouette
Melting at the blue sea
Chasing a dream to fulfill its charm
An untold story that I savored for decades
Sometime I take the another road to travel
I use to relax in the arms of green lap
My soul is thirsty for years
My journey to unknown
Like a bird flying in the seamless sky
Never wants to stop.
Eyes in pain, ashes in my solitary land
When the world loses its colour at night
My journey towards the infinity continues through the darkness.
I want to take a sip
From the ocean of blue velvety sky,
At the lazy afternoon
I roam around the orange sunset chasing my dream
I want to hear your footsteps tearing the darkness
I just want to be yours melting in your arms
Sometime I find solace in my words
Comfortable I am with my solitude
I transform my pain into joy
When the soothing sunlight touches my body
The fragrance of the air embraces me in ecstasy.
Treasured Moment
As summer draws its final breath
Through the garland of green
Autumn winds begin to blow with new flame and heat.
The gentle caress of autumn
Steals the heart of a flamboyant young poet,
Lending beauty to his mind and soul,
A season for bonfire flames dancing in the midnight curtain
For listening of whirling, twirling fallen leaves.
Setting fire to the leaves
Autumn’s hue creeps in the browny trees
A ribbon of crimson hue dances with the mystic wind.
I hear the soft whistling, playing a melancholic tune
In the middle of the field
Gradually darkness descends upon the earth,
The coolness of the air put my mind in a proper mood
For the enjoyment of the beauty of the night
I fly beneath a moonless black velvety sky
Where scarlet leaves from the Maple fly, or
Sometimes, I walk quietly along the shore aimlessly,
Enjoying the calm beauty of the nature’s marvel,
A journey to ecstasy fills my heart’s corner
Where beauty of autumn glimmers the light