Poem | Bollywood lust

Mid summer,

the heat rises off dust as rain falls.

It rises off his eyes as they tangle

and strangle  words,

that conjure images in the mind

unspeakable.

Tut tut tut

your mother warned you.

Lest for a moments heat,

you find your future set in cold stone

that lie beneath waters that run over

never to find a level of their own.

A tragedy insurmountable

as conflict rises

to meet the moon a size of a pea

and a heart a size of 

a mountain that aches to move

but burdened with weight.

A compass that never strays,

to a leaf not knowing
which way the wind would next blow.

Always the options,

always the road

As open as it is, gets narrower

with distant horizons and

and suddenly there is only one way:

Succumb to the heat.

Reshma Krishnan