Heart

Cavernous…

pulsating flesh, 

feeding, eating,

a dripping pump.

Constant

rhythm of 

ticking time.

Clock under 

the skin, 

a gash 

never filled,

till it stops.

The heart is 

an open wound.

Anirban Baishya (October 4, 2017)

Divination

My skeleton. Archive of 

my life. Each bone 

a page, 

each page 

an imprint of

every ache, every loss 

ossified.

When i Die,

you can read

my bones 

and fathom who 

I

really

was.

Anirban Baishya (July 31, 2017)