Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Sonnets are luck, one short's a fuck

Caught between
the beautifully
sad and the
sadly beautiful,
the chains of time
hours, minutes,
seconds weave themselves
into a wrinkled tapestry
on the skin of my lifetime.

Nothing ever lasts
and time is like
ice in the sun--
Death is done.

Anirban Kapil Baishya(3/4/2012)

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