Within / Without

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?

Posted on May 14th, 2009 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Poetry and Fiction

anand, on May 14th, 2009 at 10:37 am Said:

Oh this must be their first love…….. naive first timers…… :D
Sudeep Bhaumick, on May 14th, 2009 at 11:12 am Said:

seem to be recovering well… nice one…
Noire, on May 14th, 2009 at 4:41 pm Said:

Delurking.

I like the twist on ever lasting LOL
Kavi, on May 14th, 2009 at 5:41 pm Said:

neat !! :)

Very neat indeed ! :)

I would agree with Sudeep !
Daily News About Poetry : A few links about Poetry - Thursday, 14 May 2009 08:54, on May 14th, 2009 at 8:28 pm Said:

[...] Poem: Love and Heat [...]
gulabo, on May 14th, 2009 at 9:35 pm Said:

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.
prasoon, on May 14th, 2009 at 9:55 pm Said:

nice one.. :)
Neha Viswanathan, on May 15th, 2009 at 9:59 pm Said:

anand – Do lovers ever really stop being naive?

gulabo – I thinik those memories are made of idelible ink.
Vidya, on May 16th, 2009 at 2:45 am Said:

Nice, The muse is back :)
Vijesh K, on May 16th, 2009 at 7:23 am Said:

Wow, nice one :D