Sunday, March 11, 2012

If only time meant soft clocks...

Infinite this,infernal
infallibility,inferential hell...
I might as well.

Paint the colour of time,
skeleton of the universe,
each day's a hearse.

Night,a funeral
for the dying day...
I have to say.

There is no love, no above;
Just an infinitely infinite
circle---infernal, sublime,
You and I, forever drowning
in the cruel tides of time.

Anirban Kapil Baishya (11/3/2012)

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