Pinaki Dewan

Veteran Poet - 1,452 Points [Pin Dew] (24-09-1997 / India)

Pinaki Dewan Poems

1. An Episode 10/29/2018
2. Threads 10/29/2018
3. Rave Like The Silence Of Nooks 10/29/2018
4. A Sweet Labyrinthine Sonnet 10/29/2018
5. Tell Me 10/29/2018
6. Turning 10/29/2018
7. Fettered 10/29/2018
8. Ambition 10/29/2018
9. Hopes For The Future 10/29/2018
10. In The Garage 10/29/2018
11. A New Costume 10/29/2018
12. Thicket 10/29/2018
13. Dwindling Footfalls 10/29/2018
14. Detachments 10/29/2018
15. Coffee Cup 10/29/2018
16. Weird Love 10/29/2018
17. The Shape Of A Coin 10/29/2018
18. Chased Away 10/29/2018
19. Blindfolded Harmony 10/29/2018
20. Question Of Fear 10/29/2018
21. Bound In Everything That We Do 10/30/2018
22. A Sonnet For The Fox That Ate Me 10/30/2018
23. Broken Building 11/1/2018
24. The Catch22 Moans 11/2/2018
25. Take Away 11/5/2018
26. The Tornmented 11/14/2018
27. The Tale Of The Sea 11/14/2018
28. Shifting Sands 11/14/2018
29. Involution 11/14/2018
30. Night Wars 11/14/2018
31. Advance 11/14/2018
32. Candle Haiku 11/14/2018
33. Did It Really Belong To Me? 11/14/2018
34. The Purpose Of Hate 4/28/2018
35. Telltale Edges 7/29/2018
36. Visitor 10/28/2018
37. To Ulysses 10/28/2018
38. Sinful Poem 10/28/2018
39. Will 10/28/2018
40. And We Knew 10/28/2018

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Best Poem of Pinaki Dewan

Exposition

I passed the tunnel
Dividing the self and foreign,
And I touched the walls
And I torched them;
Both melted into each other,
And was born an image:
The interpreter and the thief,
The happiness and the grief;
The masquerade shined.
I was in a bind,
And the plethora of emotions
Prevaricated the strain,
There was music no more
In the mind.

The throne was occupied by a thrush,
But there came no sound:
Words are constricting.
Among leaves lush
Was I found,
And among leaves lush
Did I drown.

What was life beyond life? ...

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The Purpose Of Hate

Hate is a dead thing
who of you would like to be a tomb? *

Hate tilts its head like a child following the climber following the sun
through the rusted rails
as a gun-faced cloud wails
eyeing the barren turf sighing against the foreign wind
and says, 'The world is destined to end.'

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