Pinaki Dewan Biography

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.
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I passed the tunnel
Dividing the self and foreign,
And I touched the walls
And I torched them;
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Twilight lane, come to my feet,
I wish to walk forever.
(There was a story that I wish
was uttered.)
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She huddles herself like a foetus
submerged in bathtub plasma,
her screams are silent screams
that desacralize the night and the rain.
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