Pinaki Dewan [Pin Dew] (24-09-1997 / India)
Pinaki Dewan Poems
I passed the tunnel Dividing the self and foreign, And I touched the walls And I torched them;
A Smiling Face
She huddles herself like a foetus submerged in bathtub plasma, her screams are silent screams that desacralize the night and the rain.
Ghost Of A Bloodstain
Black hole sun, won't you come? * Across my eyes, you waver like a moth inside a jellyfish.
A Timely Re'mind'er
unfettered disruptions knocking on time's ivory door a woman with cold feet a prince on a white horse
Twilight lane, come to my feet, I wish to walk forever. (There was a story that I wish was uttered.)
A Sonnet To Society
Ephemeral expounding of the real: More hopeless than sad abature. I wish People would preen themselves and slowly heal, Without some needless and agathic skirmish.
I see children sleeping in the ruins, and sands shifting; There's nothing in the paint, just some toxins and sands shifting. The evening falls hard on the shimmering pearls of the sea-
A Nocturnal Sonnet
Cold disappointments strangling the warm night: A lone, lit candle plumb on th'window sill; Upon my eyes, the heavy, seismic sight, That never did forsake me, never will.
Make Our Own
I was dropped into a nigh-well, stone on water sound on darkness perforations of light on the blackboard-sky.
Your eyes speak volumes of Poe, Your whispers are heavy with jazz, Your kisses remind me of the first rains of March, Your breath the cold wind of a mid-winter night.
she has been living the sanitary life fixing things and
alacritous qualm assailing the calm the gawking wreck of evocation the calignosity the woe beyond any abdication
And We Knew
she stared at me like agony knocking on silence's door i let her in it was winter and
Make Our Own
I was dropped into a nigh-well,
stone on water
sound on darkness
perforations of light on the blackboard-sky.
The house struggled at everything:
climbing into the eyes
slithering down the nose
probing the lips for a kiss