i live in my flesh

Pry open the

ribcage,the

hinges to the

door of the heart, I

want to see what is

inside of me...

Landscape of my

soul, tethered in

bone and blood, an

idea made flesh.

The body is

just the mirror

for what i feel.

Anirban Kapil Baishya(22/1/2012)

i don't know what to name this poem

There is a spark,

'tis not a fire still.

The cup is dry yet,

waiting for wine to fill.

The seed's been sowed,

How is there love, otherwise?

The flower will bloom like,

The desire 'tween my thighs.

The spark can be a fire still,

Burning brighter than, the light of day—

The soul is frenzied but when, the heart

will rest, the legs will find their way.

The spark can be a fire still,

The spark will be a fire still...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(16/1/2012)

i live on Your wall

i live on

Your wall,

a hanging man

in the middle

of a tunnel eye,

a face, fragmented,

black to the core.

i live on Your wall,

a dying fish, or a

burst of colour

that the centre

cannot hold.

They live on

my wall, a

stream of photographs

on my sea of faces.

i live on my

wall, a peeping

man staring at me

when i sleep.

Anirban Kapil Baishya (15/1/2012)

To A Sick Brother

Skin and bone,

my flesh my own.

To you these words,

in sorrow this ode,

This tryst, betwixt

my brother, a genetic code.

Pills,thrills and

desires that kill.

Time, cruel law,

looking not seeing,

the darkness we've

let into the synapses

of our being.

Tears will dry, go

up in smoke...like

cigarettes that

do words choke.

Death will pay the

debt that's owed.

This tragedy my brother,

of our genetic code.

Anirban Kapil Baishya (9/1/2012)