Abhisek Bandopadhyay Poems

The spectacle
of eventuality
is to see
how it's not a good idea
...

These lights
are rather bright, the
floor carpeted, clean;
the people mostly
...

It's
quite easy
to arrange for the murder
of inspiration.
...

The nerves keep their habit
of stretching thin and breaking inaudibly,
most pitifully,
every chance they get.
...

Can't tell
where I've been living
for years now, from moment
to moment in precarious enthrallment
...

Another day,
I tried to figure what I'd say
if we met again, impossibly somehow.
...

No good
at small talk, except
with animals and people I've
grown to trust, and see
...

It hasn't
been too long
since a time I lived
out of hiding... yet
...

You tend not to notice until
you find some
places changed... some people missing..
that the skies remain just
...

As most
of the Gods of Grunge
keep killing themselves, it's apparent
that the burdens
...