Poems by Trina Chakraborti 

When we have not seen each other for ages
 
When we have not seen each other for ages
Our shadows grow longer
 
With those elongated shadows we slither into
Small rooms of even smaller houses
 
A lost breeze in the evening
Knock at the closed doors
 
We remain frozen each inside our enlarged umbrae
We do not open the door
Do not watch T.V
Do not telephone each other
 
Our failed meetings grow older
Finally, one day, at the dawn, roads unravel their bodies
 
 
 
 
Objects, once lost
 
I do not look for objects, those are once lost
Somehow, I have a feeling, they will come back someday
Initially, I sought them desperately and never found
Felt helpless, angry, futile
Saddened for the entire day
 
Once, I had lost the first line of a song
Searched it for everyday
Then it came back, after five long years, on its own
As if returned from the sea, fresh and young
I decided not to ask any thing about these five years
As if, I didn’t even notice its absence
 
From that day, I ceased all searching
I simply wait, sometimes for fifteen days
Sometimes for thirty-two years
But never seek them
Being an experienced one, I realise that
Nothing can be found by searching
Unless they find their own way home. 

Trina Chakraborti is a Bengali writer and a regular contributor of poetry, short stories and essays in different magazines in West Bengal and Bangladesh. She is also one of the editors in a leading Bengali literary magazine, Yapanchitra. She has six collections of poetry and one edited book. She has participated and read poetry in various poetry festivals across the country and abroad. She was invited by Hindi Academy, Sahitya Akademi, SAARC South Asian Literary Festival, International festivals in Dhaka (Bangladesh) Kathmandu (Nepal) etc. Her work has been translated in Hindi, English for various magazines. Trina did her Ph.D in biology from Visva-bharati, Santiniketan. She is presently working in a publishing company as a senior editor in Delhi.

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