September 9, 2016 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

Craig Boehman



Pijush Kanti Deb



The Grace of an Aggravating Pen



A wonderful poem is composed

And by the grace of an aggravating pen


A curved smile is bloomed

On the poet’s lips


A word ‘sorry’ is uttered too

By his tongue.

It’s surprising but optional


He witnesses the oceans

Those are shriveled in depth,

The sunshine

That runs slower,

The moon and flowers

Feel hesitation to face his lady-love

And sweet songs become harsh

When she talks to him.

What to see more

In the poet-made nature?

Even the God stands second

Just behind someone earthly

Who is really loved and cared by the poet.









Up-gradation and Degradation



We wish to bow down to something divine

And long for top to bottom ablution

For admissible up-gradation

From beast to man and from man to the God-

A sacred adoration to the cardinal values


It brightens the rays of hopes

And dignifies the difference

Between the best and the worst

Co-operating with soul

Which is consistent in searching

For a sparkle of light in the deep wood

A piece of peace on the mountain


Heaven for the humble

Hangs somewhere else

But far away from the thirst for gold

And pains of torment.

Alas! How reasonable we are!

How we dare to stand against soul?

When it smiles at the humble up-gradation

We smile at something sparkling

And accept resourceful degradation

To open and sustain the painful feelings

In witnessing the burst of bubbles of divinity

Before they reach our hands

Keeping a bright front to our blindness

And a dark rear

Where the God is devalued

From the God to man

And from man to beast.










Bitterness and Sweetness



Pleasant weather for outing and exploring

Something sweet

For the sake of universal handshake


Instead of the presence of many alluring in hand


Bitterness gets first preference

To be explored and resolved into tempting factors


Reason- the ever-serious old,

To draw a sweet smile on its lips

In exploring the core of bitterness

Revolving around its diminishing orbit


The burnt eyes and tongues cool

In the evening

Though in the morning

They were disturbed and unhappy

But willing somehow

To welcome the bitterness

Without shriveling their noses

As they were already determined

To add more sweetness to the song of life











Pijush Kanti Deb

Pijush Kanti Deb is a new Indian poet with around 300 published or accepted poems and haiku in approximately 100 editions of national and international magazines and journals, print and online, such as ‘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’, ‘Black Mirror Magazine’, ‘Dissident Voice Journal’ , ‘Indiana Voice Journal’, ‘Aji Magazine’, ‘Calliope Magazine’, ‘Leaves of Ink Magazine’ 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 and available on AMAZON.

1 Comment

  1. Leslie DeLuca September 09, at 20:54

    Pijush Kanti Deb, I bow to your excellence in words that spear, roar, stun, and enter a heart. RESPECT. Extraordinary writing; I have found another poet to add to my collection of those other fellow heart-touchers. Thank you.


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