03/06/2013 by Siddiqui Fayesal

I could feel the sweat
Travel down my back
Running in tiny streams.
It soaked me within

A few yards of my house.
It was the same wet heat;
And, yet not alike.

The wind was not as hot;
The water went down
With ease. It didn’t
Burn its way like it
Used to.

It was the same hot Sun;
And, yet not the same.

The earth lay dead
At my feet.
It lay like the ghost
Of yesterday.

Tired of its trade
Of fear,
Which now lay frozen in
Its eye.

It seemed to me that I’d
Known it once.
But, yet it didn’t
Show those signs.

The wind, hot as it were,
Played up a storm
Upon my face,
While, behind, the river
Swelled larger.

While my face grew hot
As the sand;
My back wept

It was the same stifling
Loo, only
More weary;
Yet, it felt not hot enough.

I stepped upon the
And heard the
Stones groan
In pain.

The moan brought
Back memories.

The memories of
The baking stone
Upon the tube well
On a heated
Day just like this.

The cold water
The scorching searing
Stone above.

Me, of five or six,
Paddling in the
Makeshift ocean.

Me, the master of
The seas. Me,
The ruler of the
Ocean bed.

The memories
Brought to the
Present the cool
Air from the tube well.

And in its coolness
I walked with ease.
I walked in nostalgia.
I walked with a smile.

I swam  in the sweaty
Fragrance of the heat.
I swam in the cool
Waters of my Memories
And walked
On till the end.



Siddiqui F.


  1. The first 5 and a half paras (till “…Tired of it’s trade of fear”) were written in Hotel Shaheen at Fort where i go for lunch during my study leave on 13.05.2013.
  2. The remainder of the 6th and the next one was written at Petit the same day.
  3. The next 5, i.e from para 8 to 12, was written late at night at home on 14.05.2 013 and finished after midnight.
  4. Para 13 & 14 at Mira Road on 17.05.2013
  5. Para 15 to 17 at home on 27.05.2013.
  6. The remainder at a cyber cafe in Nainital on 03.06.2013

3 thoughts on “Heat…

  1. Letizia says:

    I like the journey the poem takes us on; very nice.

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