Reminiscing on the wait

I have had my

ten thousand days,

days of slithering, Jesus

with a gun...broken dove's

necks blotting out my eyes

and the sun...

nights of bottle

and ash, and the

whole ungodly

mash...games of chess

and undress, stealing

pennies of a dead man's eyes

phoney hellos and fake goodbyes...

Iv'e had my ten thousand days,

Iv'e taken it ten thousand ways...

Anirban Kapil Baishya (30/11/2011)

Skin

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)

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.

Gone...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(25/5/2011)

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)

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)

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)

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)