Poem: Love and Heat

Without a room. Or money.
The two of them, attempt to
find refuge, from the summer,
and for their ever-lusting love.

The city parks are infested.
With lovers. Insects. And
fat, moustached constables.

In the heat, the waves of hot air.
The heart swells, like a phulka.

The old man, a mild pervert
watches the lovers squirm.
He sighs, shaking his head.
At the foolishness of the two.

Don’t they know, that in love,
even in the foggy depth
of winter, they will melt anyway?

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10 Responses to Poem: Love and Heat

  1. anand says:

    Oh this must be their first love…….. naive first timers…… πŸ˜€


  2. seem to be recovering well… nice one…


  3. Noire says:


    I like the twist on ever lasting LOL


  4. Kavi says:

    neat !! πŸ™‚

    Very neat indeed ! πŸ™‚

    I would agree with Sudeep !


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  6. gulabo says:

    wow. this sounds so familiar. i remember the constable. and the parks. and the ever-lusting love.

    and who could forget the phulka-swelling heat. or the laburnum-streaked pavements. delhi is a city that doesn’t quite leave one. it covers you like grime, oddly appealing grime you miss after scrubbing off.


  7. prasoon says:

    nice one.. πŸ™‚


  8. anand – Do lovers ever really stop being naive?

    gulabo – I thinik those memories are made of idelible ink.


  9. Vidya says:

    Nice, The muse is back πŸ™‚


  10. Vijesh K says:

    Wow, nice one πŸ˜€


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