Render Me

November 15, 2007 at 5:38 am 21 comments

Like almost every other night, I lie awake
in my slumber. My senses lusting for you.
With wizened eyes I wish to see
your slender fingers, in cruel forgetfulness,
twisting me over.
Split open all the chambers and
spit, derisive; pull it apart for all to see.
Pull it apart as you daintily walk
with piercing, sharp, and nimble feet
on my softest fleshes.

Taunting my frightened face with the joy
of your command. Smelling my being,
my being the doll to be ripped apart
for a moment of perfervid ardor.
Unstitched, cotton heart fleeting in your dream
I dissipate, torn arms lying under your
party shoes; soaking discomfort, pain drafting
my martyrology within you.

Pick up the limbs, please, from under the overture
in convulsions of denial, frenzy, close to your
heart of hearts — hold them.
Heavy with your tears, stuff me back
to back myself I sew my self
until, in your careless laughter,
you render me fleeting cotton again

and again.

Β© 2007 Ritwik Banerjee

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  • 1. Janice Thomson  |  November 17, 2007 at 1:18 am

    Oh my Ritwik! I may have to reconsider my state of singleness after reading this.
    What can I say except I felt every line right to the core of my being and I think I’ll leave it at that.

    Reply: I am flattered! I honestly am flattered!! πŸ™‚


  • 2. Irving  |  November 22, 2007 at 4:35 pm

    A really amazing love poem πŸ™‚ Wow.

    Ya Haqq!

    Reply: Thank You Irving! πŸ™‚


  • 3. rukmini  |  November 23, 2007 at 5:01 am

    da this was one of your best till date…..continue

    Reply: πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚


  • 4. sea of memories  |  November 27, 2007 at 9:59 am

    Ah Love…don’t we just Love it!

    Reply: Yes, we certainly do. πŸ™‚


  • 5. harmonie22  |  November 27, 2007 at 10:21 am

    Oh Ritwik, it’s official: you have outdone yourself, my poetic friend. I have much to say but am too cross-eyed right now, i will be back tomorrow…just had to say that i loved it! Agree with rukmini…..

    Reply: You are always an impetus by yourself. Your comments enocurage me to write more even when I doubt myself.


  • 6. harmonie22  |  November 28, 2007 at 9:55 pm

    Hello again. Two days later and I’ve forgotten what it is that I wanted to say… but I still love the poem πŸ™‚

    Reply: Doesn’t matter. I would have loved to hear what you had to say, but I am glad that in spite of not remembering that, you still love the poem.


  • 7. tuttysan  |  November 29, 2007 at 6:53 am

    I like the imagery of fleeting cotton heart.

    Reply: It’s my personal favourite as well! πŸ™‚


  • 8. Anuj Dasgupta  |  November 29, 2007 at 12:35 pm

    aaah! oooh! ufff!

    Such deep sighs can only come close to what you have accomplished here through this work of pure art!


    Reply: πŸ™‚


  • 9. Life's Elsewhere  |  November 30, 2007 at 6:50 am

    Commenting after many days. I felt the poem in my skin. I second every comment preceding. Not much to add; I know why I should like the poem so much. Restraint from myself now…

    Reply: Thank you! I wrote this poem on a very painful night. And I might be writing more like this, for the night continues . . . you probably can guess why such nights have a habit of continuing . . . . we all go through the same things, don’t we?
    I hope you come back for more such poems I will possibly write and post here. I also hope that sometime, in the future, the restraint that you mention ceases to be, and I get to know your why . . . then, maybe, I can write about the nights of people other than myself.


  • 10. MissRumpus  |  November 30, 2007 at 5:31 pm


    I wanted to thank you for the thoughtful comment to my journal. I agree, these things tend to involve much trust and much emotion. I’m always selective in my own tops, when I play bottom, so I can certainly understand other’s being so and their hesitance at times!

    Miss Rumpus

  • 11. Saro  |  December 2, 2007 at 6:34 pm

    Render me speechless.

    I will echo the previous comments in my praise! The poem is sensual, endearing, and delves deeply in raw pain. My kind of poem.

    Thank you for making us feel and connect. πŸ™‚


    Reply: Thank you Saro for your wonderful comment. Delving in pain is usually not my kind of poem, but there are times when every person goes through that . . . . I went through it too! And by the by, in your blog, please don’t be too harsh on men in general. As you can see, even they suffer. πŸ™‚


  • 12. Saro  |  December 3, 2007 at 1:17 am

    Hi Ritwik:

    I am not harsh on men in general, I happen to love the characters that Beautiful Girls portrays (or were you referring to another reference in my blog?). They’re men full of smarts and character who are evolving and struggling to find their way and grow up. In fact, I have a soft spot for them. I recommend it if you have not seen it yet.

    As I indicated at some point, your words make me hungry for poetry.

    Reply: Wow! That was a fast reply!! I was indeed referring to the Beautiful Girls . . . . in a while, my comment should be typed out and ready for display in your blog! πŸ™‚
    The last line of your comment is the biggest encouragement I have ever received for my poetry! Thank you, and I do hope that you keep on visiting the Evergreen Leaves! πŸ™‚


  • 13. Saro  |  December 3, 2007 at 4:55 am

    Hi Ritwik:

    I have bookmarked your blog/poetry corner! Now that I’m through neglecting my own little spot, I shall be a welcome visitor. A lifetime ago, I used to write obsessively about a myriad of topics and explored my own writing, but I have been a blog lurker for so long. It is refreshing to be pulled in by creativity and emotion which encourages me to pour my own words out there.

    As for the film links, I lose myself in those two sites/zines for hours! πŸ™‚

    Thank you once again for sharing so unabashedly with us!


    Reply: Thanks a bunch Saro! (Would love to know your full name) To be honest, I am quite proud of myself to have attracted a reader such as you! πŸ™‚


  • 14. Saro  |  December 4, 2007 at 6:14 am

    Hi Ritwik:

    My name is Sarine. . . or did you mean my full full name? πŸ˜‰

    Thank you for your kind words (yet again) and sorry for monopolizing your comments box. πŸ˜‰


    Reply: Sarine is just about as full a name as I wanted to know. Do not worry about the monopolization. In fact, I would love to know your opinions about my other poems too …. in case you like some of them.


  • 15. Saro  |  December 5, 2007 at 4:51 am

    I must confess that Ritwik is a name I had never heard before. . . and I am familiar with my fair share of Indian proper names. Hmmm.

    As for your poems, it would be my pleasure to peek in and read all of them.


    Reply: Looking forward to that peek! πŸ™‚


  • 16. Sreeja  |  December 11, 2007 at 12:14 pm

    aweeeeeesommmmeeeeeeee poem…..seriously! daarun likhechho!

    Reply: Thank you! πŸ™‚


  • 17. PC  |  December 30, 2007 at 2:57 pm

    great!!! had no clue about this poet in you…..
    powerful lines…. loaded to the core …

    Reply: Thanks a bunch Prakash! I kept this side of me hidden from CMI as I didn’t think people there would understand it. I guess I was wrong. Thanks for the compliment; it really means a lot to me.


  • 18. PC  |  December 30, 2007 at 6:09 pm

    I should say, … I’m now in a better position to understand.. πŸ˜‰
    been touring … where all ?

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  • 21. Incorrigible Introvert  |  April 30, 2008 at 8:23 pm

    I have rewritten this comment about thrice. Everything I might have to say seems redundant and unnecessary. I think I am describing speechlessness!

    It made my day (night, actually). I can’t just get last two lines out of my head, the careless laughter and the fleeting cotton.

    Reply: πŸ™‚ . . . flattered. really flattered.



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