Thursday, April 15, 2021

doxa



anchored, 

unmoved by 

the flow of  your

blind math.


solid, unmoving 

amidst the

tide of your...

your liquid 

modernity.



the refusal to 

circulate is 

but another 

name for 

death.


Sunday, August 18, 2019

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)

Monday, August 5, 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)

Sunday, March 31, 2019

Geology

An ocean here, its
waves crashing
against the walls
of the heart.

The ebbs and flows
of its tides, etching
their shapes in
riverine arteries.

Welcome to love’s
geology. Its fluvial
logics erode the
levees of the mind.

Welcome to the flood,
Welcome the flood.

Anirban Baishya (March 31, 2019)

Wednesday, November 7, 2018

Uncanny Valley


Buy me, here
i am by me.

Shimmering
in laminate,
neon reflections
radiate from
bonded skin.
Buy me...

i have drunk
polymer waters
to turn my
blood to wine.

Body bent
on lathe,
chipping bone
to  meet the
shape of
your dreams.

Buy me
and fill
your hole
with my
plasticity...

Buy me. Transact.
Or transform into
a pillar of salt.


Anirban Baishya (November 7th, 2018)

Friday, November 2, 2018

Umbilicus


Night is the 
name of the
color that
invites the
ghost of my
fathers.

Slowly they 
crawl, shells
covering the
echoes of
their sinister
chatter. 

The slime of
their tracks, 
written into
my bones...their 
gastropod teeth 
slicing through 
my  mothers' 
eyes.


A hole in my 
belly is all
that remains...

An aching eye
in my navel
flutters to
remind me of
the cords that
they have cut.

Anirban Baishya (November 2nd, 2018)

Tuesday, September 4, 2018

Snakesong

Belly to the
ground, slithering
around. A serpent
forever cursed...

Yet, longing
for the sky, the
mind's full
of song, a
melody to quench
my thirst.

The heart cannot
help, that I long
for wings, 'tho
the body is
covered
in scales.

Caught 'tween
the rose and the
thorn, a dream
of flying, 'tho
forked tongues
tell other tales.

Anirban Baishya (September 4, 2018)