dust drifts
from the book’s brittle spine,
a slow surrender
of stitched-in stories.
pages pull apart~
soft seams splitting,
sentences slipping
into silence.
a faint fragment
clings to the corner,
holding the trace
of what once held you.
union of India and its states are natural allies
but out of hometowners are uneasy
pitter-patter raining on statue of unity resonates
disintegration, disintegration, disintegration
collectively fight, collectively fall
union of india and its states are natural allies
but out of hometowners are uneasy
pitter-patter raining on statue of unity resonates
no government to fight disintegration
collectively fight, collectively fall
union of india and its states are natural allies
but out of hometowners are uneasy
pitter-patter raining on statue of unity resonates
no sardar patel like leader to fight disintegration
collectively fight, collectively fall
We are losing cohesion
in every aspect of the word
Our strength is declining
with our thinning of the herd
Self-isolation
has a price to be paid
This global pandemic
has left many afraid
Stuck in our homes
slowly losing our mind
Our economy is crashing
and we have all been confined
Depression now finds us
in this new isolation
Life will forever be changed
across this great nation
*Isolation Philosophy Poetry Contest*
7-30-20
Bask the spectacle:
Time’s debacle
Into oblivion.
-Pin Dew (02/05/2017)
Note: Experimental Haiku- The meters are not according to rules.
I really feel as if my soul is going to DETERIORATE right before my eyes.
Watching everyone LIVE while my life is slowly passing me by.
Embedded inside of a chamber that I have started to call my HOME.
Praying for a SANE release as I continue to fight this war alone.
...Life isn't too attractive...
Masts stand tall to support the sails on a one hundred ton ship
That ventures south.
I am one of fifty men in this boat.
There are many others out at sea but
our fate is the same.
I signed my life over to the Captain.
He branded his crest into my chest nevertheless
I was not conscious of my treaty.
I loathe my foolishness.
I never knew he’d take a part of me.
And now there is a blister from the burn: a “flawless” circle.
I can feel the sludge pumping through my veins.
My insides have gone grey.
My insides fall like ash.
I’ve inhaled an illusion
And exhaled everything else.
I am standing on the edge of this wooden plank and I’ve never felt so ugly.
Slowly my feet draw nearer to the edge.
My eyes search for something nameless
And only the water can see what I’ve become.
I knew I should have listened.
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