ADAM'S APPLE

Eve,
seduced
serpent
seduced
Eve...
Sunflowers
are blooming...
God,
is a
beautiful woman...
Serpent's egg
stuck in
my throat
(two,
in my groin)...
I cannot speak...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(21/10/2007)

WINTER

Here,winter
smells of something
my friend...

Stripped naked
and cold,she
slept with me...
every night
last year...

I can smell
her lonely smell
once again,
everytime I
walk the street...

Smell her
in the dampness
of the earth...
Smell her in
the cold of my sweat...

Maybe...
Maybe she'll
fuck me again...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(11/10/2007)

VINCENT'S EAR

Last year and
last to last...
Where could
the pain go?
Locked inside
in a memory...
Just the wounds
don't show...

And the year
before that
and all the time,
that I have
let go waste...
Its all coming
back,right at me...
the fruit's bitter in taste...

And everytime
I try to smile...
I'm held back
by a tear...
And all the years
that are a wound to me...
they hurt,like Vincent's ear...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(10/10/2007)

LEECH

Childhood's leech...
I carry him,
in my body still...

He still
feeds on me...
Speaks to me
in some tongue,
only I can understand...

Reminding me
of the day,
I let him
into my body...
and let him
leave a stain...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(8/10/2007)

ROPE ENDS

Endings...
like loose
ropes,untied...
Beginnings...
Constricting,
like a noose...
"Darkness
cannot...
be the ending...
I go,
in search of light." (*)

___
(*) From "Subarnarekha"

Anirban Kapil Baishya(7/10/2007)

NIGHT

Blanket...
this night,
shroud enough
for me,to
walk in stealth...
I only have
myself to murder...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(6/10/2007)

AWAKENING

LIfe's awakening...
Sharp ray
of light,throws
shadows of
bars at me...
Someday,glimmer
shall turn to shine
my friend...
Someday,freedom
shall be mine...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(5/10/2007)

HEAVEN AND HELL

HOME
********
Home...a place of constant longing.
A dream of white cotton clouds
and sea-blue skies.
Sometimes I wish I had wings so I could fly.
But I'm chained.
Chained by desire.
Chained by ambition...
How I wish I could fly...
__________________
HELLO
*********
Hello...
This is
the kid in me
speaking.

It is restless,
The fountain of
all my maladies...

Wants too many things...
Doesn't like being left alone...

Where is the corner,
it seeks to curl up
and sleep?
Where is the body,
it craves to hold
for warmth?

Its not a safe
place for a kid...
Too many evil
intentions...
Too much rape
of innocence...

The kid can
only cry...
Sometime I wishI could throttle it...
Smother the painful cries
ringing in my ears...
Sometimes I
just wish...
I could kill...
___________
DISAPPEARING ACT
*************************
Promises...
So many
promises to keep...
Why?

Didn't have to
be ...
bleak like this...
Hopes and dreams...
all falling fast...
diappearing like
cigarette smoke...

Sometime I dream,
of a fast car...
racing...
hair blowing
in the wind...
Exhilaration!
Then a crash...
and I can't feel
myself anymore...

Here and now...
everyone seems
so close...
Friends...
lost in the folds
of time's deceitful robe...

All that remains...
are snapshots
in the memory...
fading photographs
in the consciousness...
everything disappears...
We are all Houdinis...
The pain,
will be mine too...
______________
SUICIDE NOTE
******************
Life,
is all about waiting...
Some wait for love,
Some wait for money and fame.
Some wait for children,
Some wait for luck...
Some wait
for freedom,
some for revenge...
And some just wait to die...
Iv'e stopped waiting...
_________
Anirban Kapil Baishya(18/9/2007)

Deliverance

I am hollow,
Please fill me up;
I am thirsty,
I am a cup...

I overflow
with venom,
I need
the wine,
I tire of
the darkness,
I need
some shine...

I am thirsty,
I am a cup...
Please fill me up,
Please fill me up...

Anirban Kapil Baishya (17/7/2007)

EVOLUTION

Finger...
leaving finger
(Michelangelesque)...
rule of thumb...
fire,writing,wheel...
ape to man..to ape...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(15/6/2007)

TO BE ONE

Buried...
Buried
under skin...
Trapped,
under a forest of,
flesh and,white bone...
Where is the spirit?
So incomplete and,
halved beyond recognition...
It seeks
to be one...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(10/6/2007)

CHAIN

One
leads to
the other...

Despair,
Desolation,
Contagion...

Your's is
mine too,
in a chain
of suicide...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(3/6/2007)

BORDERLINE

I have been
on both sides
of the border...
No barbed wire
fencing,to keep
me away...
Its dark,both ways...
On one end,
no me...
On the other,
no you...
I pray,for
no man's land...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(3/6/2007)

BOTTLES BREAK

Stuffed up,
bottles break...
All of its
bitter contents
spilled on the floor,
burning your feet...
Bottles will break...
One,for every
year that
you hurt me...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(2/6/2007)

SMOKE FACES

One last
cigarette...

The smoke
reminds me,
of the countless
we've shared...

Of your lips...
and how I
was jealous
back then...
Will I have to
go back to
being jealous
again?

One last
cigarette...
To help me through
sleepless nights,
and countless days of
sleepwalking...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(1/6/2007)

OUT OF BODY

Listless,
Hopeless...
I want to
get away...
get away
from these
walls,with
voices
hammering...
hammering on them,
till my
memories
escape me...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(31/5/2007)

PRAYER(I FOR AN I)

Summon my
anger...
and give me
back,
the wings
I had so
deliciously
cut off...
Give me
the strength
to rip apart,
rip apart
those who
spite me...
spite us...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(29/5/2007)

STRAY(Dog to dog)

Contact
with a stray
today...

Mongrel,bites,
nonetheless,
whining for
a little love...

As I stroked
his matted fur,
I felt like I,
was stroking
myself...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(28/5/2007)

WANTING

Wanting...
An urge
of the spirit
spelt in flesh...
Denial,is the
manner,of
bad literature...
Wanting I,fall
like a bird,
that's lost flight...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(25/5/2007)

BELLS

Bells...
bells toll,
toll so chaotic,
chaotic in my head...

Signaling an
impending doom...
the devil's rhapsody,
raping mylife...

Weakness,brings
me to my knees...
I don't know
how to save...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(23/5/2007)

ABSOLUTION

Nesting...
Bird,with
folded wings...
Life inside a
shell,in need
of warmth...
waiting to hatch...
absolute love...
absolution...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(23/5/2007)

RANDOM NOTES ON SELF DESTRUCTION

RELEASE
*********
Walking in a
daydream today...
some unknown motorist,
elusive angel on wheels,
crushed my body,
and released me,
from contamination...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(18/5/2007)
_________________
CAUSE OF DEATH
******************
Standard procedure...

Autopsy...
split in
the head,
stitch me up...
dump me
in a box,
nail the lid...

Raped,shredded,
disposed...
cause of death,
life...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(19/5/2007)
____________
diSgUSt(me)
************
See,
how slow
and painful
comes salvation...
Like that
stubborn drop
of water
that won't
hit the ground...
Like the noose
around my neck
that won't
let me breathe,
won't release
me either...
Like the tiger
that's ripped
my chest open,
but,won't
eat my heart...
So like life's
bastard son,
I crawl on
without pride...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(19/5/2007)
_______________
NIGHTMARE
*************
I promised
I'd kiss you,
in a dream...
All I dreamt of,
was you
walking away,
and a slit
in my wrist...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(21/5/2007)
_________________
NIcOtiNe
*********
Milady Nicotine...
Kisses my lips,
Caresses my lungs...
In my darkest hour,
my only friend...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(21/5/2007)
______________
CIGARETTE
************
Can you see?
See the cigarette...
burning away,
so slow,sadistic...
it has to end
somewhere...
"it's better to burn out
than to fade away"...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(20/5/2007)
_________________
SUICIDE NOTE
***************
Dark room...
Lonely,bleak...
Solitary shadow
for a friend...
Not even
love talk...
Smoke for food,
it rises up in
vicious blue clouds,
just like the ashes,
ashes of my life...
I'm guilty,and
hammer and
knife in hand,
I punish...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(10/5/2007)

YEARNING

Love's ache
burns in
my loins...
Drowned
in the fire,
I yearn
for you...
It burns
your name into
my flesh...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(16/5/2007)

A BUTTERFLY'S PRAYER

Thorns
will not
stop me
from kissing
my flower...
Soft,its petals,
sweet its nectar...
What the fuck
do I care,
if I die of
a thorn prick,
as long as I
get to love
my only flower...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(16/5/2007)

nONsEnsE

Death...
What do I
know about death?
I haven't been in
a coffin,buried
in the breast
of the earth...
Nor on
a pile of
dry wood,
left to change
to some other form of matter...
But I still
sleep in vain,
wake up insane,thinking
about death...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(15/5/2007)

ARROW

In the forge
that is me,
I take my
weakness,
and make it
my weapon...
Tip the arrow,
with the steel
of my hatred...
String it on
the tense bow
of my body,
shoot without
direction,and
refuse to break...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(14/5/2007)

THE LAST WOUND

The
last wound
has not
healed yet...
the flesh
is still pink
under the
freshly fallen
brown scab...
I can
already feel
the next one,
malignant,
scheming,
creeping up
my flesh,
like a
spider spinning
its web of
still to be inflicted
sorrows...
Withering flowers mean
writhing butterflies...
There are
no last wounds...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(14/5/2007)

BULLET(Deathwish)

Time,
I can't
kill time...
wish I
could kill...
kill everything
else...

All the shit
piled up into
thick walls
between us...
wish I could
break that too...

Wish I could be...
be a bullet,
and lay everything
to rest...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(14/5/2007)

URBAN(E)

Rickety bus...
People,some
indifferent,
some friendly...
Boarding,
deboarding...
Tickets,change,
urban rituals...
No one
ever stays...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(14/5/2007)

uNdResSeD

Undressed,
naked
in front of
a broken mirror...
I see
my self...
Blinded,I
finally see...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(13/5/2007)

BITTERFLY

Spent
a lifetime
in a cocoon,
coffin if you will,
translucent hell
of a deathly pallor...

Second lifetime,
a bittersweet hell...
thirst and broken
butterfly's wings...

Please let me
have my flowers...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(13/5/2007)

LAZARUS

In this ghetto,
road devoid
of good samaritans,,
two half dead souls,
heal each other
and ressurect
like Lazarus
in his tomb...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(11/5/2007)

ECHO

Dark room,
empty echoes...
Not even
a clock ticks...
Just the
reflected laughter
of some
bastard lizard,
mocking my
loneliness,
as I lie naked,
ripped open,
staring at
the still eyes
of the ceiling...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(10/5/2007)

O.C.D

Obscure,
is obssession...
Desire,
is death...
Lustful,
is love...
Obssessive,
Compulsive,
this order...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(5/5/2007)

TALE OF A WITHERING

Valleys green,
wither to
deserts...
sunshine
grey'd out by
a cloud of
despair...
This barrenness
does impair...

Only the
distances remain
steadfast,
like a chasm...
burnt bridges
between two
souls...
Stars turn to
blackholes...

I scream hoarse
for salvation...
It comes steady,swift,
but only on
the black,veiled
chariot of death...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(3/5/2007)

FLY

I...
I am
the feeling
that died
stillborn
in my heart
aeons ago...

I am the
lamp that
deserted me
in the storm...

I...
I am also
the dirt that
gets under your
fingernails,
everytime you
touch me...

I am the fly
that buzzes
in your ear,
and lays eggs
in your wounds...

I am all that,
I am more,
I am the Beast,
Babylon's whore...

I am dirty
as a fly,
But 'tis no lie...
I...
I love you...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(2/5/2007)

???

Art is
always abstract;
a figure, and so
a colour too...

Is not a line
merely an illusion?
And a colour
an unspoken word?

Clay in the hands,
trying to play God...
dabbling in
flawed creation...
a spineless simulacrum of 'being'...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(1/5/2007)

I

I am
my own Jesus,
crucified(twisted corpse)...

I'm my Judas,
betraying,
by my own
hands,dying...

I'm my Lazarus,
failed,
unrisen...

I'm the Lucifer
of my own fall...
Father,won't you call?

Salvation denied.

Anirban Kapil Baishya(29/4/2007)

TO YOU

My love
is black...
it is filthy,
holds me back...
My love is
a monster,
for all you know,
torn from being
caught,in the
undertow...
My love is
tortured,my love
is black...
But it is still
love,please
love me back...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(29/4/2007)

RUMINATING ON A SHOE

My shoe,
like the rest of me,
is in tatters...
and the sole
is worn and weathered...
I will have it
fixed today...
but God knows
there's no cobbler
for my soul...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(29/4/2007)

WASTING

I
am a waste...
waste of
flesh,
wasted blood...
waste of time,
wasting love...
if you want,
to know
the secrets of
the waste,
just look at me...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(28/4/2007)

ZERO

Sometimes
there's nothing...
then there's
nobody,
No places,not
even me...
Sometimes I don't
exist at all...
And everything's
as perfect as zero...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(28/4/2007)

A FEW WORDS TO MY FATHER

Why did you
give me life?
Just to
have me bleed?
Why do you
forsake me father,
In my time of need?
Fucking sadist!

Anirban Kapil Baishya(28/4/2007)

RESURRECT

I have
killed myself
many times over...

Now I'm
learning,
the art of
ressurection...

The poison is
its own cure.

Anirban Kapil Baishya(27/4/2007)

FISSURE

Why should I
break my
shell?
Through this
fissure can I
smell...
The stink of
their personal
hell...
This anal
opening,shows
war as well...
And a dark light,
illumines no
future to
tell...
Tell me why
should I escape
my hell?
Through this
fissure,
I see yours' burn
just as well...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(26/4/2007)

DETACHMENT

Two people
can never
be one...
Bodies
separate...
breathe,shit,
bleed...
kiss,fuck sometmes...
but still exist
in accompanied detachment...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(26/4/2007)

CLOUDBURST

A tear is
a raindrop
of the soul's
making...
A dark cloud
of distress,
that needed
breaking...
Its parched lips
for salvation
calling...
The drops rain
down,gently
falling...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(25/4/2007)

MONSTER

As a child
I was scared
of being lost...
now I am lost...
I was afraid
of not finding God,
now God is dead...
I was afraid of monsters
under my bed...
and now,
all elementaries compounded,
and all equations made complex...
I have become one...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(25/4/2007)

MORBID MONOLOGUE

Eaten alive,
Left half dead
by your love...
I still feel
like a stranger(to your eyes)...
Pilgrim in search
Of an elusive God...
Please kill me...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(25/4/2007)

FROM A JUNKIE TO HIS DOPE

Dear dope,
There is no me
without you...
I have inhaled
you too long...

Without you
my bones
turn to dust
and my tears
flake off like rust...

Withdrawal is torment,
and I'm demented
beyond repair...
The grave seems
a better bed
than the cold stone
of the inside of my head...

I love you,
I need you...
Please inject yourself
into my fucking veins!

Regards,
your junkie...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(14/4/2007)

BAD MATH

I wish
you could see,
how I sleep
wishing for you...

Wishing for the time,
I defied
elementary math
(my childhood and mortal enemy),
and in liplock
could I swear,
that one and one
add up to one...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(20/4/2007)

BITTER FLOWER

I am
a bitter flower;
my father
planted the seed
and my mother,
was the earth
that bore me...
tended and watered,
I try to
bloom for you
everyday,
but wilt
in the thorny trappings
of a steel garden.

Anirban Kapil Baishya(3/11/2005)

2

2 A.M...
Frost outside...
Inside,I,
In some
much needed company...

Moderately obssessed...
Wanting...
Wanting you,
And to recite
Some Morrison,
words,I had
made love to
naked and alone,
lying on the floor
a thousand times...
miserably failing now,
orgasm denied
in my mind...

2 A.M...
Your lips kissing...
kissing the virgin white smoke...
smoke I wished was me...
2 A.M,
I swear
I was jealous
of the cigarette...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(15/4/2007)

AGNOSTIC QUESTION

I have
two arms,
two eyes...
I love,
I hurt like you...
I breathe,
I eat,I fuck...
But I don't
have a religion...
Does that make me,
not a man?

Anirban Kapil Baishya(13/4/2007)

OEDIPUS REX

MOTHER!MOTHER!
I loved you,
I hated you...

Bleeding since the day
they cut the cord
that held us
together(maybe just once);
I live within
this ice of
infantile neurosis
that fuels me
to search
for you,
in someone else...

My cracked mirror
ever so distorted,
and I,distraught...
little thumb-sucker,
breast seeker,
search by day,
search by night...
I,Oedipus Rex,
am the curse
of my sex...
I worship you?

Anirban Kapil Baishya(3/11/2005)

BLOODLETTING

Poetry,
much like love
is the art
of bloodletting...
I write,
and you,
darling leech,
read,in a
private and coupled bleeding...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(10/4/2007)

DENIAL

There is
a strange wind blowing
tonight...
and I'm sitting here
on the ledge,
staring down at
what could be,
be so beautifully,
my death...
I am afraid
of dying tho'
and retract from abortion...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(9/4/2007)

SOUND OF MUSIC

The burning sensation
of the sound,
no matter how hard,how loud...
dripping through the walls
of the inner I,
and filling up the cracks
inflicted by the vagaries
of another bottomless day...
Is like the ritual chanting
of a psychopomp
that carries the soul
to the house of sleep
through the sound of music
in a darkened room.

Anirban Kapil Baishya (26/8/2003)

BLEED

There are times when
you wish that you were
stuck in a moment..
the moment of conception,
when ecstasy feeds at the depths and
smoulders like a furnace of warmth
that apparently seems to
burn forever...
but the moment of pleasure's a thorn,
when picked out..
it makes you bleed.

Anirban Kapil Baishya(31/6/2003)

THE ESSENCE OF MOTION

The essence of motion lies
in the spark of a moment
which like the subtle nuances
of the stream of time
converges and diverges...
intertwined to form the end
of the beginning of an end.

Anirban Kapil Baishya(18/7/2003)

SNAKEBITE LOVE

I died of a snakebite
last night;
'twas dark
when she slithered into my bed,
and I could feel
her wet underbelly
rubbing against my skin,
her lips sucking on my big toe...
then the rest of me;
Please,
I'd like to die again tonight!

Anirban Kapil Baishya(21/6/2005)

STIGMATA

Jesus and I had
a chat last night...
dead naked over a beer,
fingering sweet wounds,
masochists he and I,
martyrs of free will...
he tried to preach me tho',
and I nailed him,
right back into his bible!

Anirban Kapil Baishya(14/6/2005)

WASHING STAINS

Closing my eyes
sometimes still,
takes me down the vault
of dark childhood fears___
the stench of someone's
malignant voodoo,white and slimy,
that wrecked my body,
and plagues me still...
Honestly,everytime I burn myself,
I'm just trying,
to wash away the stains...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(7/4/2007)

A DEAD LETTER TO SYLVIA PLATH

I first saw you
in some cheap reprint,
of a fading yellow photograph
(please don't laugh)...I love you;

love you for
all the times
you cried or perhaps
slit your wrists...

for in you
for whom
"Dying
Is an art, like everything else", (+)
I see me...

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)" (*)

____
(+)From "Lady Lazarus"
(*)From "Mad Girl's Love Song"

Anirban Kapil Baishya(10/8/2005)

MIDNIGHT SUITE

(I) I WRITE OF LOVE
________________
Iv'e written about
dying,a thousand times...
But tonight___
tonight I write about love...
about sad lips finding each other,
in the darkness,
of hands that grasp___flesh to flesh...

I write of madness___
the dark fear of losing...
of flesh that will be,
cloistered in coffins,
and wither to bone.

I write about love,
the sweet harmony
that does not last
and fades away...
like the mist.

I write of the
ecstasy of the spirit,
for which the flesh is
but an excuse...
but an indispensible cage,
which alone,
can hold love.

I write of
the pink of the flesh,
under the brown of skin...
I write of temptation,
I write of sin...
I write of ecstasy___
I write of love,I write
of you...
(12.05 AM)

(II)WHISPER
__________
Can you
hear my silence?
In vain does it
try,whispering to you,
asking you not to leave...

...And tho',
tho' the tongue
knows not how to
caress speech___
the soul bleeds forth
in an empty gaze.

Can you not___
not hear the silence?
It is deafening,
It is screaming,
screaming out to you...
(12.21 AM)

(III)ON THE FEAR OF DYING
_______________________
Last night,
in a dream,
I attended my own funeral...
Dressed in black,
stiff and paralyzed,I lay...
They shut the lid
of the fucking coffin on my face,
and would not let me out...
(12.35 AM)

(IV)BLINDING AN EYE
__________________
In my bedroom
there was a mirror...
It watched me
everyday___
watched me as I slept
watched me as I dreamt...
watched me,
as the smoke loved my lungs,
and the alcohol poisoned my blood...
watched me as I bled,
or burnt with passion on my bed...
Then yesterday...
Yesterday I broke it.
(1.00 AM)

(V)ENDING DISCREDIT
__________________
This is,
the final piece of shit,
I will scribble tonight___
It was nice,
Nice knowing you___
if only for an hour or so...
and nice of you
to watch me bleed...
But the fever ends here.
(1.15 AM)
_____
Anirban Kapil Baishya(7/4/2007)

JIM MORRISON SPOKE MY MIND YEARS AGO

Dissecting my soul
I wish I
were born dumb,
so that silences
would
never be uncomfortable...
and therefore
taking a cue
from the hippie God
I end,
"Words dissemble,
words be quick,
Words resemble walking sticks".

Anirban Kapil Baishya(1/3/2005)

STATUE

It is not
a beautiful feeling,
going to sleep
knowing that the tenderness
you nurture inside
will have to be buried
in a garden of stone,
and turned into a statue.

Anirban Kapil Baishya(5/4/2007)

PAINTING A PICTURE

When
my brush
decides to
speak my mind,
it makes love
to the paper,
and
paints a picture...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(3/4/2007)

LEARNING TO SPEAK

Of all
the lessons
ever taught...
the hardest,
that st(r)uck
like a fishbone
in the throat,
was learning to speak.

Anirban Kapil Baishya(2/4/2007)

BLACK SKY(OF EMPTINESS)

At first,
there was,
a tranquil silence...
But the wind
would not rest
and,stirred up a storm.

Tranquility
lay raped,
broken like
many pieces
of glass
that would never
fit together again.

Blood oozed out
of the depths
of the soul,
and poured out
of eyes as tears.

But what,
was the wind
anyway?

It could not
have emanated
out of a void,
for,is it
not true that
out of nothing
nothing comes?

Nothingness
is not for us,
to fathom
anyway...
How then,
does one
explain the emptiness...
maybe once touched,
kissed by
the warm breath
of the soft lips
of love?

Is it the same,
to be empty
and to be nothing?

Perhaps it
would be a lesser curse
to be nothing...
a lesser curse
to not be,
than being
hollow,
of no measure within...

Maybe these words,
run aflow
like a stream...
drops of a dream,
that dry up soon
and become
barren stars,
in a black sky of emptiness.

Anirban Kapil Baishya(2/4/2007)

AFTER THE ARMAGEDDON

Re-purged...
the earth begins to evolve once more...
and the
once-paralyzed corpses
ressurect and walk again;
The conflagration's over and done,
the shadow's released the sun...
bathed in light
we the living
forever forgiving,ourselves
for our 'sins'...
our past images broken,
dragged down to ashes,
Till the songs of sorrow
end in a note of mirth and
the tongue of torment
licks no more...
After the Armageddon.

Anirban Kapil Baishya(7/6/2003)

INFINITE

When I stare up
at the sky,
On a naked cloudless night
And see the speck-like giant stars
in thousands-----
gazing down upon the earth ...
This vault seems devoid of space,
Tranquilized by the illusion of time,
Swept away by the waves of boundless infinity------
I see a mirror image...
Too small to see,
Too small for me-----
And for once,
I feel ashamed of being a human

Anirban Kapil Baishya(19/5/2003)

AMNESIA

As of now
how I wish
thatI would wake
up with amnesia...
turn myself inside out,
to see who really
'I' is.

Anirban Kapil Baishya(10/12/2003)

AS I MASTURBATE

The sensation
of being alive,
Coupled by the love at the loins
Burns like a flame
of grace...
that flashes and flickers,
But the shadow- face that it throws at me
Is as unclear as the darkness
and the misty tears of ecstasy...
As painful as pleasure gets or
As pleasurable as the pangs
of lust------
As mystifying as the image behind my eyelids-----
As I masturbate.

Anirban Kapil Baishya(17/5/2003)

THE ART OF LEAVING

Cursing
the infidelity
of my self,
that makes me
break old walls,
build them anew...

I see
the meaning
cystal clear
before me...

Sometimes
like a sinner
with a holy book,
sometimes,
a saint with a gun...
I bid my farewells,
with the
ritualistic agony
that makes
the tragic art of leaving.

Anirban Kapil Baishya(31/3/2007)

LOST FOR WORDS

Silence
is my hemlock,
Of free will
do I drink
and swoon...

Silence,
my bride...
Death do us
not apart,
and kiss,we,
eternally...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(25/3/2007)

URBAN DISTRESS

Restlessness permeates,,,
the soul of the city,
and percolates down
to every breathing cell.

Gasping
to inhale the meaning(?),
wishing for death...
You,I...
realize that
connections
can never fail,
because there are none...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(15/1/2007)

BABEL

And then there was silence,
Their muted tongues
could no longer utter
words that the others'
ears could comprehend...
Babel is upon us...
(DATE AND TIME FORGOTTEN)

I AM WHAT EYE AM

Fluttering like butterflies,
the naked leaves dance
with the amorous wind,
to the music
of buried memories...

And under
the voyeuristic scrutiny
of some perverted,
one-eyed steet lamp,
it reminds me,
of what
eye have become...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(10/2/2007)

DISCOLOUR

Paint'd dark
this scene,
overshadows,
overwhelms...

In my mind
just a shadow
of me drowns
in a tragedy
that does not exist...
anymore.

Paint'd dark
this colour...
This colour
discolours me...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(21/2/2007)

FINDING AND LOSING

Tomorrow
when we part,
I will learn
the meaning of losing...

And perhaps
a little late,
the tragic corollary
will dawn,
and in losing
will I realize,
the meaning
of finding.

Anirban Kapil Baishya(6/3/2007)

LOVE'S APOLOGY (Geyron's Tears)

I love you,
I
love you,
I love
you,I love...
Sorry
for being a demon.

Anirban Kapil Baishya(1/3/2007)

DISTANCES

Time
and space,
like a cement
of silence
between you and me...

Filling up
the distances
I wish
were never there...

Time and space,
binding me
to the sinking stone,
the stone
that was us...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(21/3/2007)

THE CRUEL PRACTICE OF ART

Pain thing
is whatI do
for a living...
Can't help having feelings.

Anirban Kapil Baishya(10/3/2007)

AWAKENING

On a train,
Realization...

A recurring
dream of waking,
thrice over...

And then on waking,
a question reborn...
Is waking a dream,
Or the dream,
Awakening?

Anirban Kapil Baishya(2/3/2007)

FROM A DOG TO GOD

Will you
take me back
when I return,
from all this prodigality?

Or must I
bear the burden
of unredeemed guilt,
like a thousand other
fatherless sons?

Anirban Kapil Baishya(10/10/2006)