SWEAT BATH

Neither was the most contemporarily powerful of air-conditioner

needed; even as the heat outside raced to an unbearable scorch,
Neither was there the most infinitesimal puff of wind that could
provide any respite; as time painstakingly crawled to welcome a
fresh dawn,
Neither did ice form into mesmerizing cubes even in the deepest
freeze; as virtually everything in vicinity was shredded asunder
in fiery whirlpools of the afternoon,
Neither did wondrously tantalizing waves of the oceans reach
the penurious doorstep; as they were pragmatically speaking continents and poles apart,
Neither did the most rhapsodically delectable ice-creams and
candies cause a diminutive dent; as the blazing heat pulverized
the same into frigid pulp-even before they could reach the lips,
Neither did the most mellifluously nostalgic of songs cause an
impact- as shades of adulterated humane yellow pierced the
atmosphere; as draughts of warm air swept their might,
Neither did the most enchanting of praises reach the ears; as
asphyxiating dust and morbid smoke; squandered through a
landscape of population with a forlorn will to kill,
Neither did the darkest shades of black tinted glass come to any
rescue- as though the dark films sequestered from direct impact;
they absorbed heat at the same time to eventually distort beyond
recognition,
Neither did the merrily artificial tap of water provide the tiniest
of solace; as it soon started to emit hostile steam usurped by the
storm of volcanic heat which wavered fiercely around,
Neither did the glass of freshly extracted fruit juice render the
slightest of rejuvenation- as it miserably evaporated to reveal the
last grains of sugar and salt blended within; as famished palms
groped fervently ahead to clutch it,

Neither did snow flakes disdainfully thrown astray by the

passing carts create a whiff of cool- as the parched tarmac
devoured those few globules of water first; even before any
living form dared creep near them,
Neither did the most majestic of castles generate a shy beam of
shade; as their walls themselves scorched like a ravaging
bulldozer; sulking at the angst that came alongwith the heatinstead of a grain of compassionate comfort,
Neither did the historically quaint well guarantee any beacon of
a promise; as when one tread right to its mystically intrepid
bottom- the discovery did yield hollowness but without a droplet
of liquid to compliment,
Neither did the sensuously nestled swimming pool offer a
fantasy of revitalizing delight; as arid winds laced with
venomous smoke stabbed its periphery; metamorphosing its
charmed persona into a parsimoniously fetid gutter line,
Neither did the princely fountain adorning the bustling street
offer a trifle of an enthrallment- as the spray that once upon a
time kissed the chin after ricocheting of ground; now abruptly
dried midway in fireballs of acrimonious heat,
Neither did the couch of astoundingly pure velvet generate any
comfort; as before anyone could nestle on its enamoring
softness- its covers melted in the tyrannical heat- and out came
charging the unabashed coiled springs,
And yet I was unabashedly relishing each ounce of my existence;
even as the tumultuous summer heat whipped every bit of joy
from the solar-plexus of survival,
As I romanced in the golden stream of mortal sweat that
sensuously dribbled down my skin- to give me my victorious
Sweat-Bath.