Craig Boehman
By
Pijush Kanti Deb
The Grace of an Aggravating Pen
A wonderful poem is composed
And by the grace of an aggravating pen
As
A curved smile is bloomed
On the poet’s lips
So
A word ‘sorry’ is uttered too
By his tongue.
It’s surprising but optional
As
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
Hoping
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
Knowing
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
Yet
Instead of the presence of many alluring in hand
Surprisingly
Bitterness gets first preference
To be explored and resolved into tempting factors
Making
Reason- the ever-serious old,
To draw a sweet smile on its lips
In exploring the core of bitterness
Revolving around its diminishing orbit
Turning
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, 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.