Sthayee 1 :
At day’s end the lamp comes to life
my pen sketches out a story
Cacophonous with your sounds,
On the floor the ants lay a feast
Antara 1 :
Out there, in the living room
TV screen doles out processed readymades
Chinese ambassador rants deliriously
Antique ghosts inhale blobs of fire
Sthayee 2 :
Dust gathers on my bookshelf
Words know not the right way
and realize they are lost,
A touch on your forehead,
If there is a sudden knock on the door, do open
Antara 2 :
Footsteps fall lightly, floating staircase holds your song
Spoon is busy quantifying sugar
From the wall, reluctantly, hangs my feelings.
English Translations by Sangeeta Ghoshal
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