Bed Bug Nights: Ashutosh Potdar
Venue: café Coffee day
In this bleeding, gushing milieu
Screwing, mounting gutters
With twigs caught in them,
Tangles of hair
Decaying rats
a stiffened dog
and the beggar lying beside.
Everyone looks
up
down
forward
through reeking armpits
towards the Airawat
called café coffee day
Airawat has worn
a silky, transparent
colourful outfit
of MTV
dancing bouncing brassieres
ornamented fish
on the screen saver of a laptop
titillating SMSs
and so much more…
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Cocks that have acquired the taste of Coffee
shuffle
as Airawat wags her tail
and the perfumed bow tied to her tail
slides softly down
on the glasses worn by Amartya Sen.
And then,
With the frothy mug of Cappuccino
the table and the soft fluffy sofa of flexible cane
get erect and stiff
In this bleeding, gushing milieu
Her perfumed bow
Slides down effortlessly
on the glasses worn by Amartya Sen.
I liked the poems Bed Bug Nights written by Ashutosh Potdar. The strong personal note and the attempt to explore the experience of the small physical realities and to put them in a perspective that is tough to ignore , are evident in the poem. The poem too speaks of memories and memories of desires that are usually preferred to forget. This is simply amazing.
Bharat Bhusan Mohanty