P.K. Deb- Three Poems

 Something more

                                      

Addition of something more and more-

Pulls instantly tongue out of mouth,

Protrudes eyes like ghosts

And compels to respire so wildly

That make ashamed even a dog- a pet or wild.

Feeble are trampled in hustle 

And piled into a stack to reach to the abundance,

Friends are cheated in sabotage

And circumscribed by the cobweb of bankruptcy,  

Rivals are killed in conflict

And their powers are tarnished as well

And God fearing goes under the devil 

To worship and gain something more in return.

It flies smokes and greed up and up

With sharp nails of carbon and desires,

The ozone-layer and heart get pinched and leaked,

Drives away oxygen and heart

From the body of ozone-layer and mankind,

Thus, may bring about the end of the homosapian.

 A  Stranger

         

Always  unpleasant, unsolicited  and  unnoticed  too,

Yet  it  dares  to  break  the  girdle  quite  silently

And  trespasses  the  lanes  of  our  lives,

Interferes  all  work---performed  with  cares

Stands  against  the  ways---chosen with  justification

And  demeans  the  contributions---made  with  sacrifices.

It  traverses  all  quarters  and  looks  for  something,

Shrivels  its  nose  as  something  wrong  therein

And  comments  proudly  with  irritating  gesture.

Indeed,  we  find  us  instantly  in  the  laboratory

Where  the  virtues  of  tolerance  and  patience

Are  tested  under  the  scanner  round  the  clock

Men  with  dieting  hearts   and  tourist  brains  react,

Become  inflammable  and  set  ablaze  their  creations,

Breakables  are  mingled  in  a  moment  and  flown  away

And  soluble  are  diluted  instantly  and  washed  away.

 Men  with  rhino-skin  and  brimful  tolerance  and  patience

Recognise  and  accept  the  unwanted  stranger  as  a  teacher

Endure his finger pointed towards the dirt  of weakness

And  sweep   them  out  of  life  and  gain  a  neat  and  clean  future. 

Two Neighbours

                           

In every night,

time steers the magical stick,

makes the hilarious houses unconscious

from the huts to the skyscrapers-

shutting their doors and windows

but enchants the two shrewd neighbours,

who express their concealed friendship through hotline,

organise luxurious party in a secret paradise,

exchange surprise gifts and packages

and discover the tactics of making people fool.

Routine- wise the sun appears in the morning,

makes everything from material to immaterial

transparent and comprehensible

to open eyes and ears and to hearts and souls.

The two clever neighbours wash out the friendship,

proclaim hostility in front of micro phone,

throw the bombs to each other

made of synthetic hatred and anger,

inject the alcohol of enmity in to people’s mind

and build up an aggressive and toddling society.    

Within a fraction of a moment-

universal friendship and fraternity get mingled,

peace and harmony commit suicide,

intelligence and intellectuality hide in the knees

and all fools join in well-planned hustle and bustle

on the top floor and in the ground floor-

cheating, pillaging, and even blood – shedding.

Alas! The earth rotates and again night appears,

brings the two neighbours lips to lips through cell phone

and in the outside a pathetic weeping reverberates in the air.