Ice/Heat Syndrome1 min 13.3K 1 min 13.3K
Encounter last, in the last Ice Age.
We meet again, but oddly that age has not yet melted in you!
Bound within an inner Antarctica
you forgot everything, the bright sunshine and
flowers blooming in the ill-kept backyard.
To-day, the fiery desert turns into ice!
You talk into your cell-phone, lost to time-space continuum
stuck up in a warp, reminiscent of an actor with Greek masks
while I stir coffee politely, hoping to catch a sideways glance.
The coffeehouse is crowded.
I am stuck in a freezing plain
near the window-table, gazing at the pavement
kissed by a California-sun, this late afternoon.
Or, is it Mumbai/Madrid.
Places no longer matter.
We are identical!
An Icelander myself,
I have never found so many ice-sculptures in
the post-modern city of Istanbul
Or, the sandy town of the famed Timbuktu.
How a creative mind wanders!
Folks carry freezing plains in their souls,
while toiling children carry---
dancing splinters of the sunlight
in their weary eyes and tiny hands
their laughter animating dead urban space.