(A Quarterly International Peer-reviewed Refereed e-Journal
Devoted to English Language and Literature)
Dr OP Arora, a well-known poet, novelist and short story writer, has published five volumes of his poems, The Creeping Shadows, Embers in the Ashes, The Edge of the Cliff, Pebbles on the Shore and Whispers in the Wilderness and three novels, A Bite of Paradise, The Silken Traps and Beyond the Mists. He has to his credit two books in Hindi too—one, a novel, and the other, a collection of short stories. He has an excellent academic record and holds a Doctorate in English Literature from Panjab University, Chandigarh. He has taught in Delhi University for nearly four decades. He resides at A-2/B, 183A, Ekta Apartments, Paschim Vihar, New Delhi- 110063; and can also be contacted through email: email@example.com.
1. A Big Question
You took a fancy to her
your life whirred around her
your imagination painted a picture
with all the rainbow colours
your coloured eyes saw the colours
you had always fancied in your girl.
She became your girl—
the best in the world
beautiful, graceful, soulful
loving, caring, sharing
a golden heart
a brilliant mind
a pious, pure soul…
You wove all your dreams around her.
She became your world
Your world collapsed.
Here you naturally blamed.
Who is to blame?
The ordinary girl
Your heightened imagination?
Your foolish fanciful notion?
The idea of love
borrowed from the best-sellers
or romances traded lavishly by Hindi films?
2. No Way
Heat of passion, one blunder
youthful effusion, you go under
you soon realize the folly, no use
you can pay any price, for the abuse.
Wisdom, stupid talk, only for advice
everybody turns wise after throwing the dice
Whoever has acted wise in his youth
If he acted wise he was never a youth.
When passion grows, it turns you a tool
quest for love, makes you a maniac, a fool
What you see in her, you don’t know
fanciful notion, you caw caw like a crow.
Love, a sweet abstraction, for sexual infatuation
you weave dreams of spiritual incarnation
beauty, grandeur, a make-believe concoction
once the door is opened, flies away the stimulation.
Your urge to switch off the simmering kettle
your heart and mind wage a terrible battle
your conscience and soul, strange calls
commitment, values, as if heavens would fall.
You waste your entire life, no way
Imagination fakes your options to live your way
A victim of your sensitivity, you bear the burden
Only callous and insensitive people have their sway.
3. No Wonder
sobs in a dark corner
stares at the ceiling
scrawls some questions there
satisfied with her marvellous fare.
Gazes at the ceiling
a long while, musing
her face twitches and twists
slithering, crawling, those questions
prick and pierce like fangs
venom slowly creeps to her soul.
she wipes them out.
If God created the universe
who created Satan?
Adam is Satan
I am Satan
Temptation is Satan.
5. Social Matrix
rolling on the sandstone
playing with the pebbles of crushed stone
ignorant of the social matrix
smiling, laughing, crying indulgently.
School and sensibility
tomorrow is like infinity.
He too, like his parents
would build buildings and Malls
so would do his offsprings
without ever having a roof over their heads.
Marvel of social engineering!
They would never fail
hammering in him the guilt of his past karmas
manipulating his soul, inbuilt stigma of a sinner.
He too pays the price
of his faith and ignorance
remorse and hope, he enslaves himself
to their demonic dominance.