I thought I
had given up
W R I T I N G
till is wrote
T H I S...

Emptiness always
twists the
heart like a
D A G G E R.

W O R D S
are like blood
oozing out of
F I N G E R T I P S...


Anirban Kapil Baishya (24/12/2009)

CHIAROSCURO

Things lost
in transmission,
between the
thought and the
action, must be
read in the empty
vastness 'tween
the eye and I.

The spirit is
just, everything
the body
cannot be.

So searching,
these liminal
spaces, my
animal being,lives
forever 'tween the
shadow and the light.

Anirban Kapil Baishya(28/9/2009)

Like a dead
telephone,
the distance
between me
and you
is deafening.

The more
we connect,
the more
we don't...
words repeated,
rituals of tongue
and finger, now
mean nothing.

Your smiley,
happy constantly.
What about you?

Anirban Kapil Baishya(25/9/2009)

BLACK OUT(To Dead Danny)
***************************
Naked in my room,
the ghost of my
dead brother
visits me sometimes;
buzzing like a
mosquito near
my ear, begging
not to be forgotten...

Without you, darkened;
the circuitry of my world,
glows one bulb weaker...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(20/9/2009)

CIRCLE
********
This is
the beginning,
This is the
end...
The journey
is complete,
No corners
to mend...
If I have died...
I'll live again...
Arrival's departure,
Just 360, 'tween
now and then...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(8/9/2009)

ANUSTHESIA
****************
Eyes in my pocket,
I can't see you...
Ears in my hands,
I won't hear you...
Nose, in some
trashcan, I don't need
to smell you anymore...
All your opinions,
now a cock, shoved
up your hallowed butt...
At least I can be
myself now...

Anirban Kapil Baishya (7/9/2009)

UNDERGOD

Understanding...
Eludes me,
often for I
stand over things...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(26/8/2009)

THE WORK OF FART IN THE AGE OF MANIACAL REPRODUCTION
******************************************************************
Two minute Maggi,
no food for thought...
One minute Kit-Kat
break, your mind
begins to rot...

Kill the bloody farmers,
Colonel Sanders rules
your plate... Ecstasy's a
smiling pill, no Viagra
no mate...

Advertsing and six pack dreams,
carve an all consuming black hole...
But for all your blues, your
Adidas shoes, there's no
instant noodles for your soul...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(12/8/2009)

GUTTER
*********
Cold and dark,
an abandoned hell...
negative space,
a gutter of
rejected dreams...
city shit, torn rubber
(torn love)... all rats' food
in Gomorrah's dank
underbelly...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(17/8/2009)

ATROPHY
**********
Sleep,eyes
peeled open
by the razor
of dreams...
a tear at the
surface reveals,
desire after
desire...an
endless loop,
till the heart,
becomes a black
endless pit...
dank and dark
with despair....
dank and dark,
the withered body
is just a memento
of the spirit,
broken year after
endless year...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(30/6/2009)

FOUR-LETTER AGENDA
***********************
Fuck,
fuck,fuck...
fuck organized
religion,
fuck organized
crime...
fuck the fucking
system...
fuck anything
that moves...

Anirban Kapil Baishya (14/6/2008)

CUM AGAIN?
*************
My soul
is in rapture
my brother...
and once again,
I inhale the
smoke of my
passion...

Better climax
'fore the cigarette
fizzes out...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(2/4/2009)

ON THIS DAY...
***************
Tomorrow,
hell may
await us
my friend...
But today
the mirror
stares at me
and I, at
the mirror...
and 'tis
not broken...

Tomorrow,
the fires may
consume me my
friend, and
you could
be but a
pillar of salt...
But today,I
have wings,
and you are
flesh and blood...

Tomorrow,we may
rot in coffins,
welcome food
for worms...
gnawing at us...
tomorrow,
might just be
round the corner...

But its
still not
today.

Anirban Kapil Baishya(1/4/2009)

THE WAIT(PERPETUAL LACK OF MOTION)
**********************************
Ten thousand days
I have waited here,
watching, with
stone cold eyes...
blind eyes,
breathing with
stone numb
heart,torn apart...

Now, I cannot
remember,
for long
dismembered,
I cannot remember
my face...

Ten thousand times,
have I written,
of forgetting and
remembering...
the importance
of remembering
to forget,
and of forgetting
to remember...
now I cannot
remember at all...
I cannot remember
at all...

Ten thousand days more...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(27/03/2009)

PREMONITION PRESENT
*************************
Another cold
winter has pressed
her cruel lips
on ours...
there is no
more love my friend,
no time
to write of love...

The maddening
conclusions of the
twisted algebra of fate,
begin to show
on the canvas of truth...
our truths...

Love is no more...
only war...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(4/1/2009)