Biscooti Love – Rochelle Potkar – kalArt English Poetry

Biscooti Love – Rochelle Potkar – kalArt English Poetry

Memory is… images of a prepubescent boy
cycling home, Parag milk packets in one of his arms,
feeding biscuits to a stray gaggle of brown dogs, wagging their shins. Large half-moon eyes, kind salivating tongue,
his smile showed no cookie-crescent as he fed them all;
he was my first love. More than the girls, the calves and canines
knew his way home, this small-towner of a bygone Bhaarat who
found humans in animals, he grew hunger in me. Now in this morphing, super-quick India, his
animals are holographic. His love fades cookie-slim into the sun of
many states, tastes, time zones. He has not one trail from work to home, but
ten homes. He, the colour of chocolate, almond-abdomened,
he found love in many cities, technology-girls,
animals in liberated women, who fed off his glucose, milk, sugar, marmalade;
they never grew thin. Over the trail of his virgin-white honey,
the scent of shudh desi, Old world in new crackling wrapping,
always with a 30% improved marking. Bearing the saccharine of my bites and goosebumps,
he now breaks under my neurotic granular breath. chai mein dubha hua – tea-dunked, wafer-thin,
milk crux-ed. My Pickwick, Marie, Parle G, Tiger,
Oreo, Bourbon, mall-shelved Belgian, online baked-and-ordered
same old-same new, premium cream-crunched love.

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