(A Quarterly International Peer-reviewed Refereed e-Journal
Devoted to English Language and Literature)
Dr Prashant Kumar Panda passed M.A. in English from Utkal University, Bhubaneswar, did M.Phil. and Ph.D. from Berhampur University in the year 1992 and 1998 respectively. After teaching in colleges of Odisha, he joined Institute of Technology, BHU, Varanasi in Aug 2002. He has two books of poetry- ‘Confused Confessions’ (1987) and ‘Blue Prints of Retrospection’ (2008). He can be contacted at email@example.com.
Last time we met
black balloons covered the sky
and our eyes became blind.
May be now in your imagination
I am washing my feet
in the Desert’s heat,
where mirages simmer
to deface my friends’ faces
lost to life.
Attuned to old rhythm in your new mix,
you can’t hear the original playback singer
singing your glory and my agony.
May be by now you have lost sight
as days ridicule light,
and nights belittle darkness of all kinds,
so memory has lost its colour to oblivion
Since there is no need I would not wait
in a desperate and everlasting fit.
just to meet you and feel glorified.
2. Design For A Dream
When everything is dull and devoid of light
I collect mercury drops of memory
to paint a mirror that reflects
your glamorous lips,
and eyes allure me to design a season
cosy in the spring of expectations.
If you have desire to live like a queen
I will make you dwell in my dream
as if such a thing can be designed.
But now like hallucinations
convictions are illusive
and my dexterity to doubt
ruins all my whims.
So I shall shell myself in destiny
and describe it as my dream.
3. For A Smiling Relation
Sensible faces signal their disgust
in smiles of an indefinable sort
when crammed in public transport,
overruling the stricture—
‘smiles of strangers can be acknowledged
with smiles in return
only when guarded by
men with machine guns.’
Sanctuary of human relationship
has become a mirage,
to tell us the story of the killjoys
who show fact as fiction for physical pleasure-
body as a sensual discourse.
Their context is fixed in here and now
as a consumer directory can fix,
without any human consideration
to celebrate pleasure for pleasure.
4. Inspiring Scarecrow
When my experiment with emotion was over
i found myself an invalid
yet to be declared so
a complex manoeuvre has only saved me
from a disaster.
Or I could have been an eternal scarecrow
for the people in love
and for those who lost, a monument
to draw inspiration.
5. Life In Animation
Problems grow like watermelons
resolutions melt like butter
average man and woman
slice the loaf of their lives
in soft strokes
to make it tastier then possible
on a spread table of comfort and passion.
To bewitch the neighbours,
they sing and dance
and speak of it in language
not native to their listeners.