September 4, 2015

THREE POEMS BY PIJUSH KANTI DEB: "THE CHOICE-MAKING", THREE USELESS SAINTS AND A TIGER", "A BIG QUESTION"

Pijush Kanti Deb is a new Indian poet with more than 234 published or accepted poems and haiku in more than 75 national and international magazines and journals,[print and online] including Down in the dirt, Tajmahal Review, Pennine Ink, Hollow Publishing, Creativica Magazine, Muse India, Teeth Dream Magazine, Hermes Poetry Journal, Madusa’s Kitchen,Grey Borders, Dead Snakes, Dagda Publishing, Blognostic and many more.
His best achievement so far is the publication of his first poetry collection,’’Beneath The Shadow Of A White Pigeon’’ published by Hollow Publishing. It is available on AMAZON and BARNES AND NOBLE.



 The Choice- Making
               
Above in the sky
a great refulgent floats
exposing the flashes of mild smile
and also the shedding of hidden tears,
below the jumping feet
a vast marshy land lies
swarming in playful lives
participating in hide and seek
with two contradictory questions,
‘’Where to hide in the light? ’’
But they are hidden at last,
‘’How to seek in the darkness? ’’
Surprisingly all are sought out
and accepted as the instances
of happiness and sorrow
as per their length
of sun-bound outstretching arms
and their over or under stepping feet
remembering their popular techniques
of swinging from one branch to another,
hanging with a big bee-hive,
swimming along with a vegetarian whale
and floating on the grace of God
making the choice-making unabated
as these are wished by the capricious heart,
governed by the skeptic brain
and sometimes polished by
the gold-plated brush of the old-aged soul.




 Three Useless Saints and a Tiger
           
Three useless saints-
just lost their dazzling splendor
to the brand new wakeful eyes,
became self-exiled in head bowing shame
and hidden in fear of heart breaking humiliation;
in a dreadful jungle
far away from the eyes-
just opened and started witnessing
their nude and loose skeletons
but near to the burning eyes
of a hungry and roaring tiger,
exhausted already
so surrendered to the tiger
confessing
their century-long incorrigible mistake
of segregating mankind into many kinds
and bringing about a curse
of universal hatred and jealousy
instead of peace and harmony among them
resulting in an endless destructive war
to wipe out the name and sign of mankind
in near future
from the lively earth- the best creation of God
and praying to it too
for a capital punishment of eating them alive
but the perceived tiger passed on them
sneering its nose
saying, ’’The useless saints are tasteless too’’.



 A Big Question.
         
Time and again
extinguishing the sparking questions
left by me behind my every careless steps,
she is careful to save the face of a paradise
built in her heart for my heart
and wakeful to guard the blossoms-
bloomed all around in all colors.
Is she an angel or a true lover
or both of these ?
A big question to me to find out the answer
from her staying hand and glove with me,
hand in hand in every walk or race of my life,
giving open ear to my babbling-
hard and fast or brand new
in cold blood
blooming a sweet flower on her lips,
making the dust in her dreamy eyes
thrown by my imp
non-sticky and non-irritating to her dream-
projecting an image of our intense intimacy ,
ensnaring the escaping clouds
to float only in her sky
for raining cats and dogs
on me, the God and the Devil
making all cool and enchanted
to fight in combination against the dark sun-rise
which may bring about a rainy day one day
in her collocated married life-
wedding with me on a day ten years back
might be a red-letter day of my blessed life .


~Pijush Kanti Deb

1 comment:

  1. The poet is ought to be appreciated for these nice pieces of poetry.....

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