MANNEQUIN

Neon,
behind me...

I sit at
the iron steps,
that lead to
my friends'...
All asleep.

1 A.M and
I can't seem
to bring myself,
bring myself to sleep...

My recenly
shaved head glows,
an iridescent moon
(invisible to me).

Birds of thought,
chained down by
the gravity of your situation...

Somewhere
across the border,
that ties my hands
behind me...
a silent shout
pierces my night...

You...
You...
Everything to me...
Me...
A mannequin,
wishing it had wings...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(9/3/2008)