Tritone

It comes again,

sweet malady,

the devil's note

wafting into my

ear, the sound 

of suicide...

Anirban Kapil Baishya (30/11/2010)

Funereal

Night has
become
my mo(u)rning,
coffee and
cigarettes,
my hearse...
I rehearse.

Just another
twist, just
one more twist...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(24/12/2010)