The Art Of Love
By Fiza Pathan
The art of love is very superficial
If you get my meaning, you will still fail to understand.
It’s like the flu which one gets in September, and which
Breaks out into measles by February the fourteenth.
It is a bottomless pit from which no one arises
For just like our government….someone just dug a hole and forgot to put a ladder there.
People in love are a pathetic lot
Squirming into each other, like earthworms in the water pump.
Snake like their fingers entwine into one anothers
Just the way that Women’s Bill gets entwined into a rather queer knot in Parliament.
The lovers of affection feel they are deeply in love
When all they actually need is a rather good neurosurgeon.
They blink and bat their eyes every now and then
Better than students at the University who do the same for some cheated information.
The minds of lovers are empty as the seats of colleges
Only filled with red hearts and stuffed teddy bears for the lot.
Gruesome are their sighs and disgusting their love talk
Without matter their discussions last, till their mothers are appalled.
Flower shops invest in them and so do gift shops
Heaven only knows who does not cash in on this pantomime.
Movie theatres are streaming with them sharing caramel popcorn
Over the barking of mad dogs of hell from the screens breast.
Promises are made but rarely are they kept
Most of them come with no warranty
So much so that carpenters from the bazaar
was more promising than he or she.
Love poems flow out from parched lips and throat run dry
Drier than even our lakes the years our monsoon
Plays truant like a shifty schoolboy fake.
Kisses amore, what a language of ecstasy
If only the tax collectors could have also taken
Our hard earned money ever so gently.
Dancing into the night do lovers get enslaved by the passing tune
Even we have to place cotton in our ears even though it’s past ten pm.
Quiet stars twinkle in the eyes of lovers all the time
Wish I could see that same sparkle…..in the hungry eyes of a beggar.
The art of love is very superficial
If you get my meaning you will still fail to understand.
How can one be so engrossed in puppy love making?
When a country starves its life away.
Struggled a bit to keep with the poem, then maybe its me.. Loved the marriage of love and satire Fiza.
Thank you for your encouragement.
Fiza
very nice and unique…
Thank you for the encouragement 😀
You’ve got an amazing style and still better imagination. I love lines like
“Just the way that Women’s Bill gets entwined into a rather queer knot in Parliament.”
Thank you sir for the compliments. I’m glad you liked the line about the Woman’s Bill…..I enjoyed writing it a lot. 😀