Abhradeep Bhattacharjee
Fall, wisp, hurt and slip;
On the edge
Of a receipt— the air
Is ripe for fattening
And gorging
On your tongue—
Crawl, lisp, across the minutiae
Of openings and renderings
Of words,
The will to anoint
Will bleed them out
Before nothing.
Teeth ash
And fingers wander
In the movie hall, and
Disappointments like this
Never fail
To terrify me.
One reads a poem and one reads into a poem. This poem induces the reader to do the latter. The concluding lines not only sum up the poem but the times we live in.
Congratulations! How beautifully and sparingly you have used words to create a scenario. So happy and proud.
Gultu (Abhradeep) very matuted thinking and composition. Loved it. Great going!
Ms. Sutapa auntie
A lovely poem Abhradeep. Well compiled. Keep up your art and skill of writing poems. God bless.