The Poetry Of Ritwik
            Banerjee


            
 

            
Render Me 

            

            
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.

            
 

            
Ritwik Banerjee was born in
            Kolkata (Calcutta), India and then migrated to New Delhi along
            with his family at the age of two. His undergraduate education
            has been in mathematical sciences. He also pursued an education
            in computer science. Ritwik has been writing casually from a
            young age, and is known to a closed circle of a few hundred people
            as the author of four short stories and several poems. His works
            also include a novella in Bengali and poems of the Buddhist 'Jataka'
            stories, also in Bengali.