independent, literature, poetry, writing

A Ladder, a Spear and a Beauty-parlor

Composed by—Pijush Kanti Deb
With a spear in hand
unabated has been my climbing
a standing ladder attached
to a hanging beauty parlor up above the sky-
far away, in the kingdom of clouds.
A universal hatred to my ugliness
made me untouchable to the wingless fairies,
boring to the hilarious hearts
and horrible to the dreamful eyes.

Dumped I was mercilessly so far
in a dark and suffocating room,
surrounded by the useless company
that my inability could arrange,
but could increase the degree of
obedience and sincerity to my heavenly boss
with humble prayer and importunity
for stepping up to the hanging beauty- parlor.

Successful I was to be blessed
and bestowed with a ladder and a spear,
since then my climbing has been on and on
to reach up to the dreamful parlor
for getting myself up-to-date
and the remaining chapters
of my unread and neglected epic collocated.
As I am blissful now in quick climbing
so effective my spear is to
remove the impediments and rivals.
Quite tension-free I am now
as I am accompanied by a blessed soul
and a hopeful heart in my efforts of climbing
up to win a place in the heavenly beauty parlor.

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A Book is to be Read

Composed by —Pijush Kanti Deb
A book is to be read-
but when?
the desire and the probing calls for
a whispering conflict,
starts casting of arrows of
arguments and counter arguments
to each other
till the casting of the last arrow.
At last , a cartel-a gainful last resort
appears between
the most powerful and ever- agitated rivals-
mind and brain,
decides- a noon-hot and matured,
the appropriate time to open and read
a book with entire satisfaction.
Advises to be patient and tolerant
till the sun reaches the zenith
and  to be deserving and competent
to perceive from the first to
the last pages of the book thoroughly.

An abrupt flow of wind flies into the room
From the open world-
Habituated to play ‘’ Go as you like’’,
trespasses each and every corners,
rushes towards the glittering of the book,
makes it opened, naked and read.
Within a fraction of a moment
the virginity of the book is lost,
reader’s ill-competency is detected
and the interest looses its keenness .

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