THE WAIT(PERPETUAL LACK OF MOTION)
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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)