Seeing me online until late into the night,
Do not ever think that I am losing sleep
As I drift away in thoughts of you.
Going to bed without turning off my mobile data
Has simply become a habit of mine now.
When you call, does my number always show busy…?
Well… remaining constantly occupied with work
Has become my absolute duty now.
Seeing me pass by the front of your house every single day,
Do not assume that you should appear on your balcony.
It is not to catch a glimpse of you, my dear—
The road on the other side is blocked,
And taking your street has just become a necessity now.
Sundays mornings once used to belong entirely to you,
But now, the mornings of every single day
Belong solely to me.
Writing poems centered around love and separation
Has become quite outdated now.
I heard that you read my poems on Facebook…?
Why do you try to look for yourself
Within every single verse…?
Perhaps you do not know this yet—
Thinking of anyone with the depth of intense love
Has been strictly forbidden for me now.
— Ratnamaya Tripathy
Adhyayana, Balangir
Original Odia : Ratnamaya Tripathy
Translated by : Dr. Khyatimaya Tripathy
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