The memory
of your touch...
a caress,
that is not.
Constant reminder,
of the skin, I
have no more.
Anirban Kapil Baishya (17/7/2011)
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
How it disappears and I spend the rest of my days looking for it...
The curls on
your head,
a sweeping
memory before
my eyes, as if
in a dream...
I will not
let you be,
just another scar.
your head,
a sweeping
memory before
my eyes, as if
in a dream...
I will not
let you be,
just another scar.
Gone...
Anirban Kapil Baishya(25/5/2011)
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Sign
Sound, a
whisper
is all
it takes,
to see...
Tomorrow,
a shadow
blinded
by light...
Today, is
all there is.
Anirban Kapil Baishya (27/4/2011)
whisper
is all
it takes,
to see...
Tomorrow,
a shadow
blinded
by light...
Today, is
all there is.
Anirban Kapil Baishya (27/4/2011)
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Fish
Black sea
dome the
sky...
Swimming
beneath it
in fathomless
waters,crustacean
hearts in
search of
virgin flames...
I dream of
gills and
fishnet salvation..
Anirban Kapil Baishya (26/1/11)
Saturday, January 22, 2011
In memory of Daniel
Swimming in my
black sea of
rememberance,
fathomless like
the depths of your
love,never manifest...
You surface,a wet
whispering ghost
that refuses
to be buried under
the six feet that
hides your decayed
body...I nailed your
coffin too that day.
Anirban Kapil Baishya(23/1/11)
black sea of
rememberance,
fathomless like
the depths of your
love,never manifest...
You surface,a wet
whispering ghost
that refuses
to be buried under
the six feet that
hides your decayed
body...I nailed your
coffin too that day.
Anirban Kapil Baishya(23/1/11)
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Epiphany
Like a revelation,
proverbial voice
of god, this shit
speaks as if
in a dream...
Wafting into
my ears,music
for my fears,
the sound of
madness, can be
heard in a whisper.
Anirban Kapil Baishya(9/1/11)
proverbial voice
of god, this shit
speaks as if
in a dream...
Wafting into
my ears,music
for my fears,
the sound of
madness, can be
heard in a whisper.
Anirban Kapil Baishya(9/1/11)
Thursday, January 6, 2011
How the soul died in a medley of binaries
Story of emptied
inboxes, promises
thumb overtakes
when speechless,
unplugged, I die
a digital death...
Anirban Kapil Baishya(7/1/11)
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