Tritone

It comes again,

sweet malady,

the devil's note

wafting into my

ear, the sound 

of suicide...

Anirban Kapil Baishya (30/11/2010)

Funereal

Night has
become
my mo(u)rning,
coffee and
cigarettes,
my hearse...
I rehearse.

Just another
twist, just
one more twist...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(24/12/2010)

Brow
******
The blade of
time bleeds
upon your brow,
'nother line etched
deep, you
wonder how...

Everything decays,
skin, bone and tooth,
a wrinkle is but,
the sad memory
of youth.

Anirban Kapil Baishya (7/9/2010)

It reminds me
of war I,
told her...
Wonder how,
I could
what I,
had not lived.

Anirban Kapil Baishya (4/9/2010)

Anatomy of an affair
******************
The prelude
is always
the most
beautiful...

The middle
cracks up,
revealing the
abyss that
ends it all.

Anirban Kapil Baishya (28/8/2010)

Hole
*****

Recurring
a million times,
over and over
in an endless loop...
a dream of falling,
in and out
and out and out...
no concrete
can fill this hole,
no concrete can
make me whole.

Anirban Kapil Baishya (27/8/2010)

72

The more
I sleep
on my
wretched bed
the more
I become
a stone...
grass creeps
a little yellow now,
where marrow
once filled
my bones...

I could
grow roots
in Tapti,72...




Anirban Kapil Baishya (18/7/2010)

Caught
i na dre am,
an in fini te
lo op of wrong
tur ns...
Wal kin g
ti ghtro pe, o'er
a j um ble
of w o r d s, I
am a fe ste ron
the Sk i NoF
m y


DESIRES...
there is n OeND
t o TH is...


a NIR b An k A pIl bAi SH yA(3/7/2010)

PORNO CREEP
***********
My leech,
my favourite
enemy of yesterday...
sucking me dry,
you started between
my thighs...
my filthy
bibleful of lies...

Hooked on to me
again (and i hooked,
on to to you...a
parasitic symbiosis,
recipe for misery)
my resistance is in
vain... filthy,
my semen does seep,
filthy, porno creep.

Anirban Kapil Baishya (16/7/2010)

Vapour
********
In these fields
of sorrow, I
stand over the
grave I'd dug
for my body...
my skeleton
aches for
release...
the sweet
smell of
memories binds
me still...
something is
irrevocably lost...

Anirban Kapil Baishya (5/6/2010)

Heard something,
not quite
itself...
the notes
felt like
ants on my
skin...none.
I am but, a
cold sun...

Babel tied,
my tongue
cannot speak,
the spirit
is weak...

The best poetry
is oft that is
the most misunderstood...
If I knew I would...
If only I could...

Hell is cold
I'm growing old,
Adult sins
breaking my
child's shoulders.
The furnace smoulders,
Razing everything...

Anirban Kapil Baishya (23/5/2010)

Puke Story

Puke...
at what
eye have become,
I die, by what
I see...Puke at
the sight of my
self... the heavy
impotence of
my conscience...
my conscience is
dead... I can only
puke my tears out...

Anirban Kapil Baishya (13/5/2010)

DYSFUNCTIONAL FAMILY

We are
troubled children,
caught in a
lovers' quarrel
'tween heaven
and hell...

Anirban Kapiil Baishya(12/2/2010)

BREATH

The fish
realises
the world
outside the sea
only at the
moment of
its death...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(6/2/2010)

This is it,
the final word...
Never spoken
always unheard...
My lips are stiched
and yet I speak...
I pray not for
there's no soul
to keep.

Anirban Kapil Baishya(27/1/2010)

GLUT

Disconnect by
my own will...
I need a fix
for present pain
and the ghosts
of past spaces...
So all consuming
in sickness,
I swallow...
To forget.

Anirban Kapil Baishya (18/1/2010)

NOCTURNE
***********
The sun was
deception, the
warmth only
an illusion...
dusk came and
ate up the day...
I am a bastard
dog of the night...

Anirban Kapil Baishya (11/1/2010)

I.D
**********
I am
half
the man
you know
me to be,
and two times
the animal
you will
never see...

Anirban Kapil Baishya (4/1/2010)