When You Are Not With Me, Origin By Dipti Deori Borah, Translated By Bimal Phukan Poem by Dipti Deori Borah
When You Are Not With Me, Origin By Dipti Deori Borah, Translated By Bimal Phukan
When you are not with me
When you are away
The moon hides behind the clouds, moonlight goes to sleep
The sky is indifferent
The fogs turns in to drops of tear.
My ear-rings drop loose when you are not with me
Moonlight sheds tears on jonbiris
Gamkharu does not dazzle
Stars that were green become a meteor
Night is a dark, big forest.
Without you by my side words are lonely
Trees shed their dry leaves
Into the courtyard of my heart
Sewalis disappear aboard the boat of the moon.
Ejars are sad, Sonarus do not laugh
When you are not with me
Kharikajais are broken-hearted
Love does not blossom any more
Life goes to sleep in the dust of the road.
I do not know if you know..
My poems too leave with you
When you go away
Nights in Karpungpuli are filled with sadness
Moonlight as sweet as apong lies barren
Along with my poems that have lost their rhythm.
When you are not with me.
A poignant write that captures the power of love. Very touching.
Night is a dark, big forest. Without you by my side words are lonely Trees shed their dry leaves Into the courtyard of my heart...... very very poetic you are with a good graphic.. love this poem. i am reading it again and again. tony
Dreams of love and life! ! Loneliness, Longing. Thanks for sharing.
When loved ones desert us or when they are away, we feel that life has lost all its beauty and loveliness! We also feel lonely and experience that life has lost its rhythm! The sense of hollowness one feels in the absence of a dear one is powerfully delineated! A 10
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Love does not blossom any more Life goes to sleep in the dust of the road. When you are not with me. life has no meaning without you. a very good poem on love.... thank u. tony