A letter to my old, forgotten, forsaken poems, on the occasion of the World Poetry Day.
Cracked open your ribs, Tasted your gashes In my own inner void.
All my insomniac nights,
Sharred, love beckons,
Hovering ghostly, possessed.
In your wrenched, blood-spilled heart
I rain down, a torrential monsoon
Flowers lingering in sensual sweetness,
The rustle of my musings brush past you.
I have unzipped myself, undone you,
My rusted, forlorn poems.
In the looming, barren room,
My fingers crawl up to you,
Fumbling, lost, I mutter
My virgin dreams,
Blotches of clumsy pain,
Seeped in your skin, tickling.
And then, we part silently.
All these broken, frail days
I have wronged you enough,
Cracked open your ribs,
Tasted your gashes
In my own inner void.
And then, ditching you
Was known, customary.
I have soaked in
Your stuttering breath,
Licked up your dried blood,
Broke open, with your pain today.
As we write down our verses together,
Our lunacy sings, flutters, wordless.
All these broken, frail days I have wronged you enough, Cracked open your ribs, Tasted your gashes #Poem#Musing@rooafza
Lopamudra (Lopa) Banerjee is an author, editor, poet and writing instructor staying in Dallas, Texas with her family, but originally from Kolkata, India. She has a Masters in English with thesis in Creative Nonfiction from University of Nebraska and also Masters in English from University of Calcutta, India. Apart from writing and editing some critically acclaimed books and being awarded with the Reuel International Prize for Poetry (2017) and for Translation (2016), she has dabbled in all genres of writing, from journalism and content writing to academic essays and fiction/poetry. She has been interviewed in various e-zines, literary blogs and also at TV (Kolkata) and at radio stations in Dallas, Texas. Very recently, she has been part of the upcoming short film 'Kolkata Cocktail', a docu-feature based on poetry, but her love for writing feature stories go back to her journalism days when she interviewed people from all walks of life and wrote essays and articles based on them. She loves performing poetry as spoken words art and has performed in various forums in India and USA.
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Awesome
You are incredibly gifted Lopadi…I’m blessed to hv known you as an author and a person individually
Thank you so much Sudeshna! Honored beyond words 🙂 Lopa.