Magma

Here, under the blue sky,
painted black with smoke,
The days know no mercy
and the nights are relentless.

Under the ground, the earth’s belly
smolders with anger, it’s magma bubbling
with the hatred of our bullets and bombs.

We wait. Counting eons,
counting skulls,as lava
snakes its way,to
the surface of our skins.

Eruption,
Oblivion…
Red Death.

Anirban K. Baishya (10/11/2016)

Jonah

How I wish,

How I wish,

Trapped inside 

the belly of a fish. 

How I wish for 

the grass and stars.

But trapped inside 

these entrails, my bars.

It’s scales rake inside 

of my skin and deep within.

The water knows

it is my grave, 

I have no soul…

left to save.

Feel

Would we have
Electric transfusions
If robots could
bleed?

Would souls
corrode or would
we concede?

Hearts have
boundaries
and circuits
don't feel…

But is it not
love, even if
made of steel?

Anirban Baishya (9/11/2016)