Nietzsche

You are the
darkness,
I am the
abyss...

Only there's
no one
staring into us.

I cry for

the dying horse

as I mourn

my brother in

the barbed wire coffin.

Anirban Kapil Baishya (18/8/2012)

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To speak of touch, to speak

of lips,this memory of your's

in my fingertips.

Every synapse,nerve,each cell...

every vein pulsates

with this story to tell.

If life's just a mirror

of a dream and every melody

just the rhythm of a scream...

No telling which way the axe

will swing;

or where the prelude

becomes the sign

that ends everything.

Anirban Kapil Baishya (20/7/2012)