Sunil Sharma

Ice/Heat Syndrome

Last we met
Was in the
Last Ice Age,
Then we meet again,
To-day,
But…
The Ice Age has not yet melted within you!
Bound within your inner frigid white Antarctica,
You forgot us all,
The bright sunshine and
Flowers blooming in the ill-kept backyard,
Full of tiny peeping memories.
To-day,
After eons,
We meet in the fiery desert
And I find it turning into an instant continent of ice!
You talk into your cell,
Lost forever,
Chatting ceaselessly
While I stir coffee,
In the brightly-lit coffee parlour,
Hoping for a furtive glance
That will come never…
My solitary way.
An Icelander myself,
I have never found,
So many,
Ice sculptures in
This post-modern city
Of Istanbul
Or,
The sandy town of
Timbuktu.
Folks carry freezing plains
Of barren waste
In their souls,
While toiling children carry…
Dancing splinters of the
Sunlight in their weary eyes.