My body faces a vexing conundrum,
A good half year from Spring to Fall
Sometimes it’s a cry, sometimes a hum
Now let loose on paper, hearken all!
As it dons the garb of a living thermostat
A hypothalamic quandary will unfold
Testing times for the thermoregulatory diplomat
A constant appeasing juggle between armies of heat and cold
The sun gets ready to blaze down, May mornings burn
I climb out of the sheets, with a trembling unease
Fresh from my sleep, as the AC now gets it turn
The room for the final few minutes, remains still in the
numbing freeze
I desperately dash out of my room, to the balcony
To catch soothing glimpses of the fire ball
No more than sixty seconds, lasts the harmony
As the growing heat wave sends me packing down the hall
Taking a brisk stroll down the road, the perambulist
In me, draped in boxer shorts and a cottoned vest
With a conspicuous display of a sartorial minimalist
Is ready to brave it all, a fact to which I attest
Soon pearly beads adorn the eyebrow, a rather quick repartee
To the stroll planned for an hour and quarter
Now abruptly cut short to a pathetic Forty
Sweatily drenched I rush home, in desperate quest of water
Mercilesssly switching on the pitiable Air Conditioner
I shatter its blissful slumber
Sieving out its remonstrations to savour
The cool hymnal air, now the poor machine's
plaintive number
Throughout the day the vicious cycle ensues
Amidst the cri-de-couer and remonstrations
Unobligated to either side, remain the tissues
Constantly adapting to thermal fluctuations
Office cubicles shapeshift into vitreous igloos,
While the sun blazes outside, with no expected respite till
night
I lay Eskimoed, the dozen degree variance gives me the blues
I don’t care whether it is in Celsius or Fahrenheit
But for heaven sake turn off the bloody AC,
Shedding off my sweatshirt, for a care so cutaneous
I hasten out unbuttoned with sleeves rolled up – Disgruntledly
and pacy
Vicissitudes of temperature are a shade too miscellaneous
Going down for a meditative cup of Irani chai
I witness mass solar incinerations
Rolling my eyes heavenwards, I submit a plea, ceasing to be the
samurai
Beseeching acknowledgement of my heliolatrical mercy
petitions
The only silver lining as I continue to sip the tea
Is absorption of a few capsules of Vitamin D
While life continues to revolve in a perpetual Limbo
As heat and cold, pairing up as a deadly combo
Prepares the body for the unrelenting climatic opprobrium
Necessitating an unabated pursuit of thermal equilibrium
