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Issue: 01 (1)May 2015HALL=;G=SN
Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015
Not For Sale
Dr. Prerna Singla
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Copyright 2015 by Hall Of Poets
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, ortransmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or otherelectronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of thepublisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews andcertain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permissionrequests, write to the publisher, addressed Attention: Permissions Coordinator, atthe email address [email protected] every precaution has been taken to verify the accuracy of the informationcontained herein, the author and publisher assume no responsibility for any errors oromissions. No liability is assumed for damages that may result from the use ofinformation contained within.The magazine is not for sale and can be downloaded from Hall of Poets community onGoogle plus or Hall of Poets page on Facebook, or asked for a copy by writing to us at:[email protected] design: Pulkit Mohan Singla.Interior design: Pulkit Mohan SinglaLogo design: Daipayan NairEditor: Dr. Prerna SinglaContributers: Pulkit Mohan Singla, Daipayan Nair, Saskia Jonker, Helena Dias, UsaidAli, Krishna Mohan.Poems: Members of Hall of Poets Community on Google +Publisher: Hall of PoetsFIRST EDITION.
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PREFACEDear members,
We are proud and delighted to say that you have just opened the very first issueof the Hall of Poets Digital Magazine!
This Digital Magazine is an inititiative of the owners and moderators of the Hallof Poets community on Google+.The magazine is meant to give members of the community a platform to publishtheir work to a broader public and on a larger scale. In order to reach the widestpossible audience, it will be published on several social media platforms, amongwhich Facebook, and it will also be available as downloadable pdf. Every twoweeks a new issue of the magazine will be released, consisting of some 35 poemswritten by different members and selected by the owners and moderators of theHall of Poets. There are no specific established criteria for the selection of thepoetry, although of course we will be looking for poems that really stand out inquality and delivery. Other than that there may be several reasons for selection,like for instance a theme issue of the magazine. We will always contact theauthors of selected poems personally to inform them and ask for their consent topublish their work in the magazine. We will keep all our members informed aboutpossible upcoming themes or events regarding the magazine, on the official Hallof Poets community page.
Detailed information regarding the consent form, etc. can be found on thecommunity page.
Also, of course, you can always contact us with any possible questions you mayhave, preferably via our e-mail address [email protected].
We are very much looking forward to a succesful continuance of this creativeadventure and wish you all the best of luck getting selected. May your pens andinspiration flow abundantly!!
Have a wonderful time reading this first issue!
Warm wishes, The Hall of Poets team.
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Living in India.A Dental Surgeon, an Entrepreneur, a Writer, Bloggerand Poet by profession. Working as Creative Head atLavita Palace, Gurgaon, Haryana. India.
Dr. PRERNA SINGLA, Founder & Owner of HALLOF POETS.
Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015
Living in India.Master's in Interior Designing, an Entrepreneur, aWriter,Blogger and Poet. Working as Owner atLavita Palace, Gurgaon, Haryana. India.
PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, Owner at HALL OFPOETS.
Living in India.An Electronics and Communication Engineer. A poet,writer and a blogger by profession.
DAIPAYAN NAIR, Owner at HALL OF POETS.
about the owners
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KRISHNA MOHAN, Moderator at HALL OFPOETS.
Hi I'm Krishna Mohan, originally from India, now inUSA. I seek answers to the basic questions:1. Who am I?2. Why am I here?3. What is the I that defines my identity?
Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015
living in the Netherlands. I dedicate my life to love and awareness, which isreflected in both my profession as an awarenesstrainer/psychotherapist, as well as in most of my poetry.My life motto: "love is the absence of judgement"!
SASKIA JONKER, Owner at HALL OF POETS.
living in Portugal. I love life, I love science , really knowledge addict, I lovepeople and I love what's there but cannot (yet) be known. I hope you will better know me as times goes by ...
A little bit of the child I was and still is inside me
HELENA DIAS, Owner at HALL OF POETS.
MaldivianBorn and currently living in Republic of MaldivesProfession: Working in Tourism and Hospitality IndustryHobbies: Writing, Travelling And Music
USAID ALI, Owner at HALL OF POETS.
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Journey to splendid reading ...
Photography Daipayan Nair
Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015
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InarosygardenImetaGuywithpurpleeyesSkinlikeapalemoonLipsliketulipsbloom
HesmiledatmeAsIlookedathim
Whatcitizenareyou,heaskedIsawthecrystalglobeheclasped
HiIamPlanetan,IsaidPlanetan???
IamthecitizenoftheplanetIseeallearthasland,allmenJamesandJanet
Allskyasblue,AllPlantsgreenAllwaterswet,allcreaturesbeing
IseediversityinunityAndunityindiversity
Forme,IliveontheplanetAndnothingdividedbyman
IamaPLANETAN!!
PLANETANBy Dr. Prerna Singla
Poem & photography Dr. Prerna Singla, 2015Design PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015
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I sleep with you because I love your bodyThere is no fascination about you or your AudiI have a specific liking towards hairy menLuckily you fall into my choices of denKissing you is my best Sunday hobbyAnd getting loved in the visitors lobbyI know you like me just like I doBut you dont know about my level of insanity towards youI am a woman and I have a lustBut I am not a stalker you must trustDont confuse my lust with your so called movies loveYou are my buddy just like a sweet doveI know we are together since many yearsExcept your body I still dont like the voice of yours in my earsI know I am straightforward and somewhat meanBut I am frank towards my choices and I dont act like a queenI dont need your gifts and cardsI will not make you run after me in long yardsGirlfriend boyfriend game is not my policySo you dont need to do any kind of courtesyIts better we should be buddies foreverTill the time you say no more neverSex is not dirty so dont feel badIts just a body need so dont be madI know you have plans to marry me but my rejection has made you sadBut seriously you are not a husband material ladI am tired of explaining you the reason why I am with youThats why i have not asked to buy me anything newI hate your job so your lifestyleBut for doing sex with you I can even walk a mileForgive me dear if I hurt you in anywayI know womans lust have triggered your ego that what you cannot sayMen can do countless affairs and still are called CasanovaAre we supposed to kill our body need and survive on the yoga?Woman should respect their lust just like they respect himLoving someones body is being selfish towards your desires which iscertainly not a sin
I LOVEYOURBODYBUT IAM NOTA SLUT
Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015Poem PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015
By Pulkit Mohan Singla
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Full of smiling starlightThe blue gleams bright
The hand portrays a stretch To free the Rose from its battle
With the thorns it fights!
The splashes of the running brooksThe Moon with its charming look
Flowers of love..The heaven showers for you
On this flowery bedBeneath the heavenly shed
The hand portrays a stretchA love waits to be fed
Full of pleasurable ridesThe circus of love looks at
With all its mightThe lips portray a stretch
To free the Raven from its battleWith the melody it fights.
A yes, a noAn approach, a deny
The passions pineFor a beautiful hug
The soothing zephyrs tryTo be a drug
A drug inhaled by you and I!
Poem Daipayan Nair 2015
In the hearth of desiresGlows a passionate fire
The cocaine of loveEntices my sight
The amours portray a stretchTo free the gem from its battle
With the treasure it fights!
In this dreamy wildLets tangle!
Lets enjoy the flightThe fireflies orchestrate the light
As your -scape lures my sightA drug you are my love!
A drug of the night.
A DRUGBy Daipayan Nair
Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015
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... EVER MORE.
And so, beloved, should you find this when I'm gone I know not how you fare... As my soul feels shallow at the mere thought of being parted from you on my journey to the hereafter Whatever light I may encounter, there, (my mind yet fails to grasp even the possibility of a glimpse) I shiver to fathom the darkness that our being separated will bring about
Fear not the emptiness though It is but void, filled with my undying love A love fuelled with the depths of both our souls entwined One would not exist without the other Nor will it ever again Indeed I wonder if it ever really has? My very core covenanted to breathe your breath And bestow my kiss, or even the memory of it, to bring you to the realm of infinity
Immersed in your being I lived, be assured my love, with non imaginable ecstasy And immersed in my being you shall never be forsakenSo fare well beloved, as you are in my heart, when I feel the light from yonder call insistently We are all !
P.S.: I love you!
Poetry & photo Saskia Jonker, 01/18/2015
Author's note: this was written for creative purposes only. I am fine!
By Saskia Jonker
Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015
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a glimmer of skylazy sunsets fall asleepa goat seeking for cistuswind whispering moansa melodic stream runs
the goat eatsthe blue is sky
the sun never dies
the stream washes stonesthe goat drinks water
the wind and water dance
sitting on a stonelooking at the goatsmelling a cistushearing the streamshining at dusk
Naked, here I am
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MEBy Helena Dias
Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015
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Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015
A THOUSAND KISSBy Usaid Ali
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you have set me freebut i shall seek my universeat your lotus feet washedby my tears that have broken their banksand i'm crying withjoy uncontrolled;blue fire of joyrising out of soulin forms curvilinear;lines even tangential;i'm atomic, eternal energy;i'm everlasting, arcing pulse;you have set me free, nirvana;without death; weeping in joy;i'm free; i'm the universe.i'm milky way, canopyi'm the tears, starsraining on myselfi'm free, freeforever ofme, mine;entirelyfreed;eyeseyeI_
Poem Krishna Mohan 2014
iFreedomBy Krishna Mohan
Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015
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And here flows the ink in the
GoldenChain~
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love is a whisper within a tender kisslove is a lisp on lovers' lipslove is God created to charmlove is a fantastic eternal rhyme.
love is a gentle breeze in summerand in springlove is the silence of stillness when all else had failed to stinglove is a wink from a starlove is a gentle cry from afar.
love is youlove is me in youlove is melove is you in me
love is an eternal surprise love is the epitome of surmise.
Love is...By Shadi YacoubShidrawi
Gently fallswondrous Lightupon a silent place in youan often unknown sacred space
An eternal stream silently ripples withinSends wavesof living wateron your cherished dreams
Wakes up yourawarenessand your life glistens againas you have often dreamt of it.
Poem Heike Wolf-Mueller, 2015
Poem & photo Shadi Shidrawi, 2015
Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015
GENTLY FALLSBy Heike Wolf-Mueller
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Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015
Oh Goddess of eloquenceDaughter of Zeus Bestow your gift of love upon me
Feel the warmth of my heartShare your passionate melodyTouch the depths of my soul
Oh Goddess of musicSister of ClioSing your beautiful song
Soothe my savage yenCaress my restless spiritFeel my love within you
Oh Goddess of poetry Mother of Orpheus Dance your hypnotic dance
CALLIOPEBy: Ero Zeno
Charm the writhing serpentShine your blessed light Bring dawn upon my darknessOh Goddess of songDaughter of MnemosyneCall my name at sunrise
Hear my faithful prayerGuide my devoted words Accept me into your soul
Oh Goddess of dance Sister of UraniaHold me in the shadows
Take my heartbeatAdd your ecstatic voiceCreate a symphony within me
Oh Goddess of the MousaiMother of LinusThou art my lovely muse
Thirty years have passedI saw beauty here
Marine ply delaminatingTorpedoes away
Empty tubes
Thirty years have passedEngines shudder to stillness
Settling in the mudNeglected and abandoned
Beast of war
Sixty years have passedWhere lies my M T B ?
It is not hereNot sunk
Cleaned away
Photography & poetry Bill Bows(Nom de plume), 2015
2015, Erozeno
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Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015
Fragile caresses Of the breaking breeze,Blends the earth and the sky With innocent kisses .Your touch Aborts a sorrowful mystery,Bringing into limelight,Spectacular sprees.
Peacock that is,Spreading love.Pathetic fallacy,Do they belong. You tacit My every next,Utopian patience Possessing, For me you wait.
Tender wavesRipples seas womb,Crowning themRadiating looks.You conjureA separate ecstasy,As we are juxtaposed On a never ending melody.
For song, is the lyrics.For peacock, is the peahen.For earth, is the sky. For sea, is the wave.For you, I am.
FOR YOU , I AMBy Ananya Nath
Look into her eyes of oceans and seasYou will find the beauty of azure tears
With them she bathes her shoresAnd licks wounds on her skin
Look around at her woods and fieldsThey are her pores through which
She breaths the world with its imperfectbeauty
Deformed by human presence
Look up to the sky of her soulShe weeps by rains and grieves by windsHowever, you will find peace, tranquility
And pacification in it
Ananya Nath, 2015
Maryana Morilyak, 2015
DEDICATED TO EARTH DAYBy Maryana Morilyak
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Surmise... you think you know me?Chastised... as I was not bourgeoisieDespised... because I did not agree.
Surprised? I don't do bended knee!
Contrived... I'm not into fakery ...derived easily from when youemceed
Denied... despite raw ability...prized so highly was, to me, thatdegree
Incised... but I began to clearly see...disguised the shame deep withinmeStrived... so hard, using only myesprit
Survived... and I'll thrive... as mymind is free!
I MADE ME!By:Debbie Green Razey
My faith in myself is faded.My efforts pale when comparedto poetic peers; deflated.Maybe I'm simply impaired.
Have I the deep vision andstrength?I once felt a certaintude... Daunted by the journey's truelengthI seeketh some fortitude.
Perhaps, instead, it is dharmacalling again; destiny...Working collective karmaleft me unsure: who is me?
Within me, a restless stirringa pure enigmatic sourceFeathered wings within arewhirring... Transform! The natural course.
I see my powerless Ego;smile at its need to be right!I ask, "From here, where shall wego?" as my wings spread toward flight...
EPIPHANYBy Joanne Dragonheart
Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015
Debbie Razey 2015
Dragonheartsong(Joanne Dragonheart) 2015
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SMUGGLERS OF GINBy John Martin
Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015
Would you mind?
you and me
our feet in the warm sand
you and me
the sound of waves
you and me
drowning
just the two of us
would you mind?
"WOULD YOU MIND?"
By Ink Stitution(Google + Hall of poets)
Photography and poem inkstitution | inkinthewell 2014
Photography & poem John K. Martin, 2015
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FROM AFARBy Malintha Perera
Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015
from afar,blurredamong the clustered trees.Throbbingto an ancient drummade from the shiny skins ofmelted dry leaves,it was an oasis to soak my feetafter a long walkamong the rubbleof a slayed monastery.
Dragonflies were surfingbarely touching the waters.Maybe they were lulling thememories from springing out,keeping them hidden from thosewho came here,full of baggage,not bothered to relieve theirweightand wash their feetthat only knew what they hadbeen walking on.
The ant hills were undisturbed inmost places.The dry leaves uncrumpled as Iwent deeper.Its inexperience stung meunzipping my heart and Iunleashedwhat I had been feeling from themoment I stepped in itsboundary.
The rocks held me in their closedknuckles.I dont know for how long Istayed,floating in the deep stillnesswithout any stroketo swim against the current.I felt the turnings of the earthbeneath my feet.The trees enlargedand the pond was an oceanwithout gestures.I was a grain on their bankssunk in a landscapeof stillness...inhalingand exhaling,inhaling and exhaling.....
Poem Malintha Perera 2015
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COMMUNINGBy Luke Normsy
Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015
My SoulI look into my soul,there's a gaping hole,I feel a void,and it does nothing to hide.Simply keeps resurfacing,I can't seem to figure what's missing,the demons keep coming back,so much,but so much I lack.From myself innumerable times I feel distant,and there's much around me that I resent,I feel like I don't belong,and this feeling's pretty strong.There's ought to be something that I could do,about this turmoil,but all's falling through,falling through,the gaping hole,the one, The one in my soul.
MY SOULBy Seema Tabassum
Poem & Photography IM, 2015
Poem & Photography Seema Tabassum 2014
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Art & Poem Paul douglas lovell, 2014
By Paul Douglas Lovell
By Ris Yerg
Art & poem Ris yerg, 2014
Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015
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I dare not open my eyes to seeFor the burn of you still remainsWhen once you looked into my soulAnd stole all that it contains
Never shall I know another loveFor none can elicit my sweet desireYou are the heat that burns withinThe eternal flame that lights my fire
You held me captive in the nightAnd consumed me within your soulHunger spilled forth from the heavensThe burn intensely took its toll
In a fury of passion we rose on wingsAnd the atmosphere did shakeAnd as the shudders rippled deepThe earth below did quake
Tenderly you singed my feathersIn the most ardent love Ive knownAnd deep within you left your markAnd so in turn you own
Swirls of heat upon my skinEtched beautifully like cursive scriptUnder skin you kissed me deepAnd in your spell I slipped
You wrapped me in your holy embraceAs we held tight amongst the starsPassion heated and lightning struckAnd cauterized both our scars
Now there is no other I can hold Within my feathery embraceFor it is only when you hold me closeI exhale in Heavens grace
CELESTIAL LOVERBy: Elusive Me
Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015
A FLOWERBy Jen O
Elusive Me, January 2015.
A FlowerWrapped in a Cocoon
Once resembling deathIs now a beautiful bloom
While it hibernatesAnd looks as if it has died
It is fully alive on the insideWaiting to break free
Death blooms so beautifully
Poem Jen O
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Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015
Take my love.Hold me close to your heaving breast,let my temple rest upon the beating rhythmin your sighing chest.Will she feel this swimming touchfalling gently to her sounds,deep from within the groundthis pounding as one,loves dance has begun.Scenting her glowing skinwarm, moist from her silken heatwhere my taste beginsto rain down, I unravel her woven gate.Musical spells her melting bodyunder my strong hands she gyrates.I send her my pulse, her freedom migratesbeyond the delicate breach,her accepting our fate.She takes me wild.Faster the intakes of breath as we are sweptto the motions of one emotionnow lost this control.We are whole, at home in our souls for a while.Roaring this fire, our flames of desirenow quenched by the thirst of such grace,that honey drenched look on her face,my heart races.Those seas of desire run so deep.I shall feed our fires, there keep her hearth myhome,yet still on my own.Knowing the reasons why she lays by my side.I rest my eyes on this dream, passing by.
MOTIONS OF ONE EMOTIONBy Paul Murphy
I cry:
"I am God."
I echo:
"I am Woman!"
Lightning strikes:
Organic deformity?
Destiny resolves
Ego dissolves
I am everything and
nothing
I am Free
SELF MOMENTSBy: Sandy Somewhere
2015 S L Jennings "Self Moments"Poem
Poem Paul Murphy. April 2015.
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POEM
To my father, I paint you as the sea, Ebbing and flowing In my memory.Drifting in the doldrums Immortal and serene, Sleeping forever In blues and green,I sit on the shore And dip my feet,Fearing your portrait Will remain incomplete.
To my mother, I sketch you in chalk,Across a torn canvas Where my demons walk, Every brushstrokeDusty and smudged, Devoid of the colours You have always begrudged,I kneel in the nothingness Cold and dank, Praying your portrait Will always remain blank.
To my wife I paint a pastiche, The detail and shading A masterpiece, Some of the huesI will need to borrow From the darker yearsAnd the times of sorrow, Today I blend them Into the colours of your face Tomorrow your portrait Will take pride of place.
To my son I create a collage, An abstract of shapes You can sabotage, Rearranging the pieces In the chaos of your mind, Forming some kind of sense From the images you find,I watch you methodically Cut and paste, Your portrait will never Be worked on in haste.
To my daughter, I colour in pastel shades, Subtle white laceAnd multicoloured brocades, Basking in the sunlight That lights up your face Where you'll always pretend You're in a better place, I stand on the edge,Distant and alone, Your portrait is only one I will never own.
To my siblings, I draw you as trees, Rigid in stature, Defying the breeze, The roots are tangled In crumbling rock,The branches separate Where they should interlock, I stand in the forest Alone and lost Selling your portraitsAt little or no cost.
To my friends, I etch you in goldSo the creases that define you Can never unfold, The plaque will be smallBut the lines true, The faces I will polish Will be but a few,I reflect in the image Blurred and a folly,I will frame your portraitsWith melancholy.
To my lovers, I depict you weeping, Washed in watercolours Bleeding and seeping, And on your tearsI will always sipAs off the parchment You slowly drip,I will mop your faces Until the paper is dry,I will keep your portraits Until I die.
To my life, I charcoal in greys, Layer upon layerFor the rest of my days, Eventually the blackness Of sadness and rage Will become solid layers And I can step off the page, I live in my comfort zone With an empty wall,I will hang blank portraitsIn the hall.
Hall Of Blank PortraitsBy Robert Horton
Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015
Poem & photo RJVHorton2014
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There is no holy visionNo divine choice
Only you flooding my solitudeHow you saw me, How I felt
You are a portal to paradise With no door
But I will never take my eyes From the darkness,From the shadows where youshine
Streak the sky With the night of your mind
A manifestation of miracles Staggers me Every time you're near
And I lose my way Again
I would walk through Every ocean To find you
These are not stars In my eyes, And I lower them To conceal Landmines of intention I have no right to detonate
Still I know The algorithm Of your eyes Could guide me to every answer
I'll stay on this mean, free path Until I collide with you
Contradiction of calm Epitome of angels
I could paint the world, with a single brushpaint faithful companions and friendsI could pen a fantasy, with a single penof a thousand limitless dreams.But when the paintings and poems are finished,and the skies have been painted blueThe ground is where I returnTo the place where dreams are fewWhere there is no me and you.Just me, an empty room, a failed dreama pen and a finished poem.
STILL. LOST.By Cheryl Johnson
SoniaAftab...
Poem Cheryl Johnson, 2008
Poem & art Sonia Aftab, 2015 Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015
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In the Night I'm besetas the memories wakeBy the light I had found in the shadows at play,Ere the moonlit verandas alit of her graceWere obscured by the Day and its obstinate gray.
At the tavern, light swarms and bathes;People and things caressed alike.Brilliancy grows apace, but night already lurksIn corners, nooks, underground ways. And glances,Flickering aloft, fall mercilessly from grace.Wasted are the early sparks of lust.
O' the whole of the gloomthe perennial DuskThat had stole o'er a lifetime with nothing to lose;O' the emptiest Midnights enshrouded in cloudacquiesced to the ruse of diminishing hues.
Poem 2015 -S.R. Jones
Of the fullest allure, as the luminous moonWith my brightest reflections alive on her face,That enchanted with Evening's enamoring muse'Til the Morning last broke... that tidal embrace.
But I lust for the Eve, for the waxing of moonsThat entrust their ascensions to orbits avowed.And in dreams I awaken at last to the wayThe empyreal sky... is Twilight endowed.
EVENTIDEBy S. R. Jones
One more round of fate and everything changes.Bravery now stalks among the glances;They rattle, and clash, and burst out,Desire escapes upwards, like a gush, or stake.Into the night it goes, leaving behind:Downtrodden heart or exhausted body;Two perfect choices for such a great night.
Liquor slowly breaks the gentle, tender circle;Darkness leaps from below;Coats the hearts bloomed of late.Glances are now meak lines, which other eyes unthread. They lay down; luscious or lame, who cares?Being the hour so late, and desire so frayed
GLANCESBy Marcos Henrique Silva
Poem 2015 Marcos Henrique Silva
Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015
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There's a place in amoment
A lush green leaf beneath feet of a dragonfly
Motionless restingwhile movingthrough time
As the world flies aboutin the breeze
A place of solitude among the company ofyour dreams
As the silence rises youupon an earth cut tile covered in presence beneath your spirit
Where you look upon thedistances
Behind ...
And forward ...
Giving time to collect up the piecesof breath never had
Filling voids withinyour lungs
Breathe Breath Focus Breathe
As a treein slow growth for sunbeams
Nourished...Beneath Within Above
Yes...there is a place in amomentOne...where you're alwaysmeant to be...
mF
Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015
Poem MarkFlood2015
ARRIVING BEFORE ARRIVAL>>>>>>>>
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Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015
O daughter of Gangotri ! , Ganges is thy name
Thou fondle the Himalayas and the plains Nectar of Gods ,
Thy water's so pristine Bringer of hope ,
O thou redeemer of sins ! In thy holy waters is found
The essence of our culture so profound In thy waters pure and refined
Dwells the immortal spirit of divine. O Ganges ! Doesn't thy soul mourn
At the filth that's in thy waters thrown? Doesn't thy heart shatter and tear
They call thee mother , yet can't hear ! Heartless are they and they can't hear
Canst they differ betwixt thy waters andtears?
Don't they know who bathe to escape allsins ... -'
Adorning a mother's eye with tears is thesinnest of sins!'
CRY OF THE GANGESBy Raashi Hasteer
Poem Raashi Hasteer, 2015
As I lay my dear confessions into a comfort of your flesh
stars grow dim in their shine and nights dark quiet a shrill vibrates the soul in loneliness:
Each time you forgive me a sinthe world sparkles more special, right as rain so forgive me again and again for the pain I create
is not an ambiguous blame, some soupy mistakes, but expressions, or even the vague attempt of an
expression aiming to please your heart take my confessions now
I offer to you sincerely, I'd sew them into the seams of your skin, your edges and ends, firing hopes:
The hope that we see each others soul The hope that we hear each others voice The hope that we touch each other tender The hope that we smell each others day
The hope that we taste each others forever.
MY DEAR CONFESSIONSBy J.S Price
Poem Jasonprice2015
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What you said was,"I don't why," When I told youI Loved youWhy do I?How much time do you have?You are magnificence embodiedIn a single man . . .I was wandering aloneDress frayed and torn by side brambleson the shorelineI didn't even know what beauty truly wasThen you were thereI lost all of the illusionthat had been Me . . .And you replaced the liesI realised I'd been swimming in Self deceitSuddenly, all the life vests fell awayAnd a drain pulled down the false tideSunlight now drenched you And I found myself soaking in the LightI was scared, for all the brightnessI admit itI still am . . .You are the ultimateVulnerabilityAll that CAN beis openness . . .SometimesI don't know howTo do that . . .The beat of this heartIs the Morse Code that spells your name
It always wasAnd the discoveryOf this mystery's answerThrows me back intoThe seaBut you catch the S.O.S.You ARE the message in the bottleAnd IAm the bottleThat embodies youIt's an unlikely pairingYet, nothing makes sense more . . .Since You,I am more Powerful ConfidentLoving. . . Living . . .And the sea swallows us Both . . .But unto New lifeWe thought we might drownBut reallyThe magick of the waterIs what we forgotThe rebirth - As with the First Birth -of this story . . .The chaos of a Dream Sweetly being remembered . . .It never ends.Ever.The tale of You and I . . .
Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015
LET ME TELL YOUBy Leah Lou
Poem Leah Lou Apr. 2015