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)