2-4 (somewhere in R.K Puram)

Pavement cries

under foot, corridors

full of nothing—just

dark whispers ‘tween

one-eyed streetlights

and the bleeding, blinking

eyes of the day...

cannibal eyes and

rabid jaws...

Split open, gutted

from throat to maw—

entrails that even

barbed-wire cannot

contain.

Anirban Kapil Baishya (25/10/2011)

Clock time and other stories

Pages are

like city streets,

the coiled spring

energy of children's

feet—

with love, murder,

business we

populate, the pavements

parched even rain can’t

satiate—

Pages—like the torn,

dripping rubber of love,

absolution is only time,

taken away from above.

Anirban Kapil Baishya (18/10/2011)

Mask

Mother, my brother

Another another,

Skin of my father,

Kill my other...kill, kill.

Anirban Kapil Baishya (16/10/2011)

image

my love is like

a coiled up spring

beating where the heart

was---a hollow, consuming

everything.

my love is like

a black mask, o'er

my face--- a dirge

where there was once

joyous space.

my love is but a photograph, plastic

lifeless memory---my love is but

a forgotten taste, the tongue cannot

feel, but closed eyes can see.

Anirban Kapil Baishya (7/10/2011)

Reminiscing on the wait

I have had my

ten thousand days,

days of slithering, Jesus

with a gun...broken dove's

necks blotting out my eyes

and the sun...

nights of bottle

and ash, and the

whole ungodly

mash...games of chess

and undress, stealing

pennies of a dead man's eyes

phoney hellos and fake goodbyes...

Iv'e had my ten thousand days,

Iv'e taken it ten thousand ways...

Anirban Kapil Baishya (30/11/2011)

Skin

The memory
of your touch...
a caress,
that is not.

Constant reminder,
of the skin, I
have no more.

Anirban Kapil Baishya (17/7/2011)

How it disappears and I spend the rest of my days looking for it...

The curls on
your head,
a sweeping
memory before
my eyes, as if
in a dream...

I will not
let you be,
just another scar.

Gone...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(25/5/2011)

Sign

Sound, a
whisper
is all
it takes,
to see...

Tomorrow,
a shadow
blinded
by light...
Today, is
all there is.

Anirban Kapil Baishya (27/4/2011)

Fish

Black sea
dome the
sky...

Swimming
beneath it
in fathomless
waters,crustacean
hearts in
search of
virgin flames...

I dream of
gills and
fishnet salvation..

Anirban Kapil Baishya (26/1/11)

In memory of Daniel

Swimming in my
black sea of
rememberance,
fathomless like
the depths of your
love,never manifest...

You surface,a wet
whispering ghost
that refuses
to be buried under
the six feet that
hides your decayed
body...I nailed your
coffin too that day.

Anirban Kapil Baishya(23/1/11)

Epiphany

Like a revelation,
proverbial voice
of god, this shit
speaks as if
in a dream...

Wafting into
my ears,music
for my fears,
the sound of
madness, can be
heard in a whisper.

Anirban Kapil Baishya(9/1/11)

How the soul died in a medley of binaries

Story of emptied

inboxes, promises

deleted, rule of

thumb overtakes

rule of heart

when speechless,

unplugged, I die

a digital death...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(7/1/11)