Two Mournings

Snail's tears...
a trifle,
weighed against
the sea of blood.


Snail's dreams,
asinine...under
a firmament of its
own making. Coils and coils
of sleep, adding up
to nothingness.


For what matter a tear
in the snail's shell,
when the sky
is falling on us?


Anirban Kapil Baishya (August 18, 2019)

Lotus

Did you think
it was honey?
Laced with poison,
blood stained hue,
did you think it
shone like gold?


Viscous, damp
against its
orange scales,
were you a
fool to think
it was gold?


were you a fool to call it gold?
only a fool would call it gold.


Anirban Baishya (August 5, 2019)