1.
BEING AT HOME
Remember it. Wall on the hill. In 2019
I travelled near Rajgir, with a search
For natural heart in scorched daily
life.
I feel a challenge to find a place with
valve
That changes mind, as it is turned to stone
So long with my burdened shoulders, not
To respond to love, and to flourish it,
by
Going at a place outside the crowed that
Created a stony dictum amongst us, it is
To be cracked by a little social distance.
Today it is a reverse plight, four walls
Confined me, flattered by bricks, and
A virus crosses all limits many times
faster,
Rocking us to shift at home, not sparing
A single moment to find ourselves own
Outside home, driving me to stay on
Home-stage to perform, sharing and
Breathing with people of own relations,
Not to escape from own cradle of early
sky
That created love at the very time of
birth.
© Asim Kumar Paul
2.
THIS
WAVE BELONGS TO SAME OCEAN BEYOND THE HORIZON
He
wants to find a cure
Not
through Burning Ghats,
But
through the bright blue horizon
Of
hope with blessings of God,
And
in a most photogenic way,
The
announcement was made.
He
made huge arrangements
For
peaceful passages to a cured
Journey
at right point of
Tall
words, no confusion,
Silver
images do astonish eyes,
Streets
to home, mirrors besieged.
Then
a pale blue wave danced down
On
the sea beach, nothing can help it,
Down
with dream, a new story arrives,
Bringing
all things in a line is insulting,
The
wave has a belly,
It
cannot be glued with head, all is shut.
Air
is locked, whisper is bounced
With
the lobby, and the wave roars:
“You
are strong, love is everywhere.
Look
at the wave in front of you.
It
tells something beyond you.
Think
about another part of the
Same
ocean beyond the horizon.”
©
Asim Kumar Paul
3.
SONGS
OF HOME FRONT
For days long
On city along
One poet writes
Loneliness bites,
And longing strives,
Grey pages thrives,
Another poet sings
Rabindra Sangit.
For home alone,
On living stone,
One friend thinks,
The brighter side blinks,
Wants to go away
As finger tips sway,
To live separately
In a cave remotely,
Home is succinct,
Living is precinct,
Not to go away
To a tea-stall far away,
To a Adda with friends
At regular days’ end,
At a road crossing bend.
A friend thinks so.
On the home front
Some news comes up front,
One friend reads
Available research bids
On virus and makes
Friends aware of new marks.
© Asim Kumar Paul
4.
BEHEMOTH
They tell all to remain locked in home,
To keep up four-mitre distance between
One and another while moving outside
Home in urgency. A long journey,
unfamiliar,
Roots and cause of virus shock everyone
so long,
Fear begets fear, pain brings smoke,
half-killing.
Smear gives the mood that detaches all,
All those episodes try to reveal a truth
that
It has some wake up call for change where
There is some link of desire of
acquiring
The huge left over assets those are
denied
For those who never think of such vast
treasure.
These are not adventures of people in
Burning Ghats or of gravediggers, but
some
Sort of mischievous space between civilizations
And human control saga, motivated with
Luster of steering wheels of management
and win
Over all resources of the earth that has
to be proud of.
It is time now for commons who are
victims of it
To work for their benefit by the core of
heart, benevolent
Research work under minus 100 degree
Celsius lab
To combat hand-in-hand to throw out those
who
Pervade peaceful region of common man and
the nature.
After then will begin simple living with
food and shelter,
That will be movable and immovable
assets, and dream
With blessings of God with air and
water, without fear of
Mind, pronouncing everyone is the form
of other one.
© Asim Kumar Paul