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)