HALL

OF POETS

Issue: 01 (1)
May 2015

Not For Sale

Dr. Prerna Singla

Owner's Ink
Page 09

The Golden
Chain
Page 17

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Haiku
Page 24

INTRODUCTION
Dear readers!
The first ever Digital Magazine of all Hall of Poets poetry is a fact!
We proudly present our esteemed author's and their marvellous works of art to
you!
In this first issue you will find a short introduction by our initiators, the owners
and moderators of The Hall of Poets, as well as a personal photo and poem by each
of them. This way we hope to give you a chance to become a little more personally
acquainted with the people behind The Hall.
Our members granted us the privilige to share poems varying from inspiring
spiritual works (for instance works like "from afar","self-moments", "epiphany"),
beautiful love poems ("callipoe", "love is" and others), to soaring poetry on poignant
social issues (please read "Dedicated to Earth Day" and "Cry of the Ganges" for
instance). You will even find wit and (darkish) humor along your journey through
this issue. And so much more...!
So... make yourself comfortable, sit back, take your time (after all, poetry is
something to be treasured and not all taken in at once) and enjoy the read! We
sure did!
And if somewhere along the way you feel inspired to write.... Pick up that pen and
give it your best shot. We'd love to see you in one of our next issues!
The Hall of Poets team...

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Copyright 2015 by Hall Of Poets

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Cover design: Pulkit Mohan Singla.
Interior design: Pulkit Mohan Singla
Logo design: Daipayan Nair
Editor: Saskia Jonker, Pulkit Mohan Singla
Creative consultant: Dr. Prerna Singla, Helena Dias, Usaid Ali, Saskia Jonker, Krishna
Mohan, Daipayan Nair, Pulkit Mohan Singla
Poems: Members of Hall of Poets Community on Google +
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FIRST EDITION.

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PREFACE
Dear members,
We are proud and delighted to say that you have just opened the very first issue
of the Hall of Poets Digital Magazine!
This Digital Magazine is an inititiative of the owners and moderators of the Hall
of Poets community on Google+.
The magazine is meant to give members of the community a platform to publish
their work to a broader public and on a larger scale. In order to reach the widest
possible audience, it will be published on several social media platforms, among
which Facebook, and it will also be available as downloadable pdf. Every two
weeks a new issue of the magazine will be released, consisting of some 35 poems
written by different members and selected by the owners and moderators of the
Hall of Poets. There are no specific established criteria for the selection of the
poetry, although of course we will be looking for poems that really stand out in
quality 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 the
authors of selected poems personally to inform them and ask for their consent to
publish their work in the magazine. We will keep all our members informed about
possible upcoming themes or events regarding the magazine, on the official Hall
of Poets community page.
Detailed information regarding the consent form, etc. can be found on the
community page.
Also, of course, you can always contact us with any possible questions you may
have, preferably via our e-mail address hallofpoets@gmail.com.
We are very much looking forward to a succesful continuance of this creative
adventure and wish you all the best of luck getting selected. May your pens and
inspiration flow abundantly!!
Have a wonderful time reading this first issue!
Warm wishes,
The Hall of Poets team.

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Contents
Introduction
Preface
About the Owners
Owners Ink
The Golden Chain

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Photography Daipayan Nair

About the Owners

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Dr. PRERNA SINGLA, Founder & Owner of HALL

OF POETS.
Living in India.
A Dental Surgeon, an Entrepreneur, a Writer, Blogger
and Poet by profession. Working as Creative Head at
Lavita Palace, Gurgaon, Haryana. India.

HELENA DIAS, Owner at HALL OF POETS.

living in Portugal.
I love life, I love science , really knowledge addict, I love
people 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

USAID ALI, Owner at HALL OF POETS.

Maldivian
Born and currently living in Republic of Maldives
Profession: Working in Tourism and Hospitality Industry
Hobbies: Writing, Travelling And Music

SASKIA JONKER, Owner at HALL OF POETS.

living in the Netherlands.
I dedicate my life to love and awareness, which is
reflected in both my profession as an awareness
trainer/psychotherapist, as well as in most of my poetry.
My life motto: "love is the absence of judgement"!

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KRISHNA MOHAN, Moderator at HALL OF

POETS.
Hi I'm Krishna Mohan, originally from India, now in
USA. 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?
DAIPAYAN NAIR, Owner at HALL OF POETS.
Living in India.
An Electronics and Communication Engineer. A poet,
writer and a blogger by profession.

PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, Owner at HALL OF

POETS.
Living in India.
Master's in Interior Designing, an Entrepreneur, a
Writer,Blogger and Poet. Working as Owner at
Lavita Palace, Gurgaon, Haryana. India.

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owner's
ink
THE ROYAL

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PLANETAN
By Dr. Prerna Singla
InarosygardenImeta
Guywithpurpleeyes
Skinlikeapalemoon
Lipsliketulipsbloom
Hesmiledatme
AsIlookedathim
Whatcitizenareyou,heasked
Isawthecrystalglobeheclasped
HiIamPlanetan,Isaid
Planetan???
Iamthecitizenoftheplanet
Iseeallearthasland,allmenJamesandJanet
Allskyasblue,AllPlantsgreen
Allwaterswet,allcreaturesbeing
Iseediversityinunity
Andunityindiversity
Forme,Iliveontheplanet
Andnothingdividedbyman
IamaPLANETAN!!

Poem & photography Dr. Prerna Singla, 2015

Design PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

ME
By Helena Dias

a glimmer of sky
lazy sunsets fall asleep
a goat seeking for cistus
wind whispering moans
a melodic stream runs
the goat eats
the blue is sky
the sun never dies
the stream washes stones
the goat drinks water
the wind and water dance
sitting on a stone
looking at the goat
smelling a cistus
hearing the stream
shining at dusk
Naked, here I am

HD2015
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... EVER MORE.

By Saskia Jonker
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 forsaken
So 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/art Saskia Jonker, 01/18/2015

Author's note: this was written for creative purposes only. I am fine!

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A DRUG
By Daipayan Nair

Full of smiling starlight

The 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 brooks
The Moon with its charming look
Flowers of love..
The heaven showers for you
On this flowery bed
Beneath the heavenly shed
The hand portrays a stretch
A love waits to be fed
Full of pleasurable rides
The circus of love looks at
With all its might
The lips portray a stretch
To free the Raven from its battle
With the melody it fights.

In the hearth of desires

Glows a passionate fire
The cocaine of love
Entices my sight
The amours portray a stretch
To free the gem from its battle
With the treasure it fights!
In this dreamy wild
Lets tangle!
Lets enjoy the flight
The fireflies orchestrate the light
As your -scape lures my sight
A drug you are my love!
A drug of the night.

A yes, a no
An approach, a deny
The passions pine
For a beautiful hug
The soothing zephyrs try
To be a drug
A drug inhaled by you and I!

Poem Daipayan Nair 2015

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I sleep with you because I love your body

There is no fascination about you or your Audi
I have a specific liking towards hairy men
Luckily you fall into my choices of den
Kissing you is my best Sunday hobby
And getting loved in the visitors lobby
I know you like me just like I do
But you dont know about my level of insanity towards you
I am a woman and I have a lust
But I am not a stalker you must trust
Dont confuse my lust with your so called movies love
You are my buddy just like a sweet dove
I know we are together since many years
Except your body I still dont like the voice of yours in my ears
I know I am straightforward and somewhat mean
But I am frank towards my choices and I dont act like a queen
I dont need your gifts and cards
I will not make you run after me in long yards
Girlfriend boyfriend game is not my policy

I LOVE
YOUR
BODY
BUT I
AM NOT
A SLUT

By Pulkit Mohan Singla

So you dont need to do any kind of courtesy

Its better we should be buddies forever
Till the time you say no more never
Sex is not dirty so dont feel bad
Its just a body need so dont be mad
I know you have plans to marry me but my rejection has made you sad
But seriously you are not a husband material lad
I am tired of explaining you the reason why I am with you
Thats why i have not asked to buy me anything new
I hate your job so your lifestyle
But for doing sex with you I can even walk a mile
Forgive me dear if I hurt you in anyway
I know womans lust have triggered your ego that what you cannot say
Men can do countless affairs and still are called Casanova
Are we supposed to kill our body need and survive on the yoga?
Woman should respect their lust just like they respect him
Loving someones body is being selfish towards your desires which is
certainly not a sin

Poem PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

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iFreedom
By Krishna Mohan
you have set me free
but i shall seek my universe
at your lotus feet washed
by my tears that have
broken their banks
and i'm crying with
joy uncontrolled;
blue fire of joy
rising out of soul
in 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, canopy
i'm the tears, stars
raining on myself
i'm free, free
forever of
me, mine;
entirely
freed;
eyes
eye
I_
Poem Krishna Mohan 2014

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THE
GOLDEN
CHAIN
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I MADE ME!
By:Debbie Green Razey
Surmise... you think you know me?
Chastised... as I was not bourgeoisie
Despised... because I did not agree.
Surprised?
I don't do bended knee!
Contrived... I'm not into fakery
...derived easily from when you
emceed
Denied... despite raw ability
...prized so highly was, to me, that
degree
Incised... but I began to clearly see
...disguised the shame deep within
me
Strived... so hard, using only my
esprit

EPIPHANY
By Joanne Dragonheart
My faith in myself is faded.
My efforts pale when compared
to poetic peers; deflated.
Maybe I'm simply impaired.
Have I the deep vision and
strength?
I once felt a certaintude...
Daunted by the journey's true
length
I seeketh some fortitude.
Perhaps, instead, it is dharma
calling again; destiny...
Working collective karma
left me unsure: who is me?
Within me, a restless stirring
a pure enigmatic source
Feathered wings within are
whirring...
Transform! The natural course.

Survived... and I'll thrive... as my

mind is free!

Debbie Razey 2015

I see my powerless Ego;

smile at its need to be right!
I ask, "From here, where shall we
go?"
as my wings spread toward flight...

Dragonheartsong
(Joanne Dragonheart) 2015
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CALLIOPE
By: Ero Zeno
Oh Goddess of eloquence
Daughter of Zeus
Bestow your gift of love upon me
Feel the warmth of my heart
Share your passionate melody
Touch the depths of my soul
Oh Goddess of music
Sister of Clio
Sing your beautiful song
Soothe my savage yen
Caress my restless spirit
Feel my love within you
Oh Goddess of poetry
Mother of Orpheus
Dance your hypnotic dance

Charm the writhing serpent

Shine your blessed light
Bring dawn upon my darkness
Oh Goddess of song
Daughter of Mnemosyne
Call my name at sunrise
Hear my faithful prayer
Guide my devoted words
Accept me into your soul
Oh Goddess of dance
Sister of Urania
Hold me in the shadows
Take my heartbeat
Add your ecstatic voice
Create a symphony within me
Oh Goddess of the Mousai
Mother of Linus
Thou art my lovely muse

2015, Erozeno
Thirty years have passed
I saw beauty here
Marine ply delaminating
Torpedoes away
Empty tubes
Thirty years have passed
Engines shudder to stillness
Settling in the mud
Neglected and abandoned
Beast of war
Sixty years have passed
Where lies my M T B ?
It is not here
Not sunk
Cleaned away

Photography & poetry Bill Bows(Nom de plume), 2015

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FOR YOU , I AM
By Anya Nad
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.

DEDICATED TO EARTH DAY

By Maryana Morilyak

Look into her eyes of oceans and seas

Peacock that is,

Spreading love.
Pathetic fallacy,
Do they belong.
You tacit
My every next,
Utopian patience
Possessing,
For me you wait.

You will find the beauty of azure tears

With them she bathes her shores
And licks wounds on her skin
Look around at her woods and fields
They are her pores through which
She breaths the world with its imperfect
beauty
Deformed by human presence

Tender waves
Ripples seas womb,
Crowning them
Radiating looks.
You conjure
A separate ecstasy,
As we are juxtaposed
On a never ending melody.

Look up to the sky of her soul

She weeps by rains and grieves by winds
However, you will find peace, tranquility
And pacification in it

Maryana morilyak, 2015

For song, is the lyrics.

For peacock, is the peahen.
For earth, is the sky.
For sea, is the wave.
For you, I am.

Ananya Nath, 2015

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Would you mind?

you and me
our feet in the warm sand
you and me
the sound of waves
you and me

"WOULD YOU MIND?"

drowning
just the two of us
would you mind?

By Ink Stitution
(Nom de plume)

Photography and poem inkstitution | inkinthewell 2014

SMUGGLERS OF GIN
By John Martin

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FROM AFAR
By Malintha Perera
from afar,
blurred
among the clustered trees.
Throbbing
to an ancient drum
made from the shiny skins of
melted dry leaves,
it was an oasis to soak my feet
after a long walk
among the rubble
of a slayed monastery.
Dragonflies were surfing
barely touching the waters.
Maybe they were lulling the
memories from springing out,
keeping them hidden from those
who came here,
full of baggage,
not bothered to relieve their
weight
and wash their feet
that only knew what they had
been walking on.

The ant hills were undisturbed in

most places.
The dry leaves uncrumpled as I
went deeper.
Its inexperience stung me
unzipping my heart and I
unleashed
what I had been feeling from the
moment I stepped in its
boundary.
The rocks held me in their closed
knuckles.
I dont know for how long I
stayed,
floating in the deep stillness
without any stroke
to swim against the current.
I felt the turnings of the earth
beneath my feet.
The trees enlarged
and the pond was an ocean
without gestures.
I was a grain on their banks
sunk in a landscape
of stillness...
inhaling
and exhaling,
inhaling and exhaling.....

Poem Malintha Perera 2015

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COMMUNING
By Luke Normsy

Poem & Photography IM, 2015

My Soul
I 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 SOUL
By Seema Tabassum

Poem & Photography Seema Tabassum 2014

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HAIKU

By Paul Douglas Lovell

Art & Poem Paul douglas lovell, 2014

By Ris Yerg

Art & poem Ris yerg, 2014

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MOTIONS OF ONE EMOTION

By Paul Murphy

SELF MOMENTS
By: Sandy Somewhere

Take my love.
Hold me close to your heaving breast,
let my temple rest upon the beating rhythm
in your sighing chest.
Will she feel this swimming touch
falling gently to her sounds,

I cry:

deep from within the ground

this pounding as one,
loves dance has begun.
Scenting her glowing skin
warm, moist from her silken heat
where my taste begins
to rain down, I unravel her woven gate.
Musical spells her melting body
under my strong hands she gyrates.

"I am God."
I echo:
"I am Woman!"
Lightning strikes:

I send her my pulse, her freedom migrates

beyond the delicate breach,
her accepting our fate.
She takes me wild.
Faster the intakes of breath as we are swept
to the motions of one emotion
now lost this control.
We are whole, at home in our souls for a while.
Roaring this fire, our flames of desire
now quenched by the thirst of such grace,
that honey drenched look on her face,

Organic deformity?
Destiny resolves
Ego dissolves
I am everything and
nothing

my heart races.
Those seas of desire run so deep.
I shall feed our fires, there keep her hearth my

I am Free

home,
yet still on my own.
Knowing the reasons why she lays by my side.
I rest my eyes on this dream, passing by.

2015 S L Jennings "Self

Moments" Poem &
Photography/Art

Paul Murphy. April 2015.

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CELESTIAL LOVER
By: Elusive Me
I dare not open my eyes to see
For the burn of you still remains
When once you looked into my soul
And stole all that it contains
Never shall I know another love
For none can elicit my sweet desire
You are the heat that burns within
The eternal flame that lights my fire
You held me captive in the night
And consumed me within your soul
Hunger spilled forth from the heavens
The burn intensely took its toll
In a fury of passion we rose on wings
And the atmosphere did shake
And as the shudders rippled deep
The earth below did quake

Tenderly you singed my feathers

In the most ardent love Ive known
And deep within you left your mark
And so in turn you own
Swirls of heat upon my skin
Etched beautifully like cursive script
Under skin you kissed me deep
And in your spell I slipped
You wrapped me in your holy embrace
As we held tight amongst the stars
Passion heated and lightning struck
And cauterized both our scars
Now there is no other I can hold
Within my feathery embrace
For it is only when you hold me close
I exhale in Heavens grace

Elusive Me, January 2015.

A FLOWER
By Jen O

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Hall Of Blank Portraits

By Robert Horton
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 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 mother,
I sketch you in chalk,
Across a torn canvas
Where my demons walk,
Every brushstroke
Dusty 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 daughter,
I colour in pastel shades,
Subtle white lace
And 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 wife
I paint a pastiche,
The detail and shading
A masterpiece,
Some of the hues
I will need to borrow
From the darker years
And the times of sorrow,
Today I blend them
Into the colours of your face
Tomorrow your portrait
Will take pride of place.

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 portraits
At little or no cost.

POEM

Poem RJVHorton2014

To my friends,
I etch you in gold
So the creases that define you
Can never unfold,
The plaque will be small
But 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 portraits
With melancholy.
To my lovers,
I depict you weeping,
Washed in watercolours
Bleeding and seeping,
And on your tears
I will always sip
As 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 layer
For 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 portraits
In the hall.

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love is a whisper within a tender kiss

love is a lisp on lovers' lips
love is God created to charm
love is a fantastic eternal rhyme.
love is a gentle breeze in summer
and in spring
love is the silence of stillness when all else had failed to sting
love is a wink from a star
love is a gentle cry from afar.
love is you
love is me in you
love is me
love is you in me

Love is...
By Shadi Yacoub
Shidrawi

love is an eternal surprise

love is the epitome of surmise.

Poem Shadi Shidrawi, 2015

GENTLY FALLS
By Heike Wolf-Mueller
Gently falls
wondrous Light
upon a silent place in you
an often unknown sacred space
An eternal stream
silently ripples within
Sends waves
of living water
on your cherished dreams

Poem Heike Wolf-Mueller

, 2015

Wakes up your
awareness
and your life glistens again
as you have often dreamt of it.

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ARRIVING BEFORE ARRIVAL

>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<
By M F Zenpoet
There's a place in a
moment
A lush green leaf
beneath feet
of a dragonfly

Giving time
to collect up the pieces
of breath
never had

O daughter of Gangotri ! ,
Ganges is thy name
Thou fondle the Himalayas
and the plains Nectar of Gods ,
Thy water's so pristine

Filling voids within

your lungs

Motionless resting
while moving
through time
As the world flies about
in the breeze
A place of solitude
among the company of
your dreams

Breathe
Breath
Focus
Breathe
As a tree
in slow growth for sun
beams

Nourished...
Beneath
As the silence rises you
Within
up
Above
on an earth cut tile
covered in presence
Yes...
beneath your spirit
there is a place in a
moment
Where you look upon the
One...
distances
where you're always
meant to be...
Behind ...
And forward ...

CRY OF THE GANGES

By Raashi hasteer

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
and tears?
Don't they know who bathe to
escape all sins ... -'
Adorning a mother's eye with tears
is the sinnest of sins!'

mF

MarkFlood2015

Raashi Hasteer, 2015

Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA

LET ME TELL YOU

By Leah Lou
What you said was,
"I don't why," When I told you
I Loved you

It always was
And the discovery
Of this mystery's answer
Throws me back into

Why do I?
How much time do you have?
You are magnificence embodied
In a single man . . .
I was wandering alone
Dress frayed and torn by side brambles
on the shoreline
I didn't even know what beauty truly was
Then you were there
I lost all of the illusion
that had been Me . . .
And you replaced the lies
I realised I'd been swimming in Self deceit
Suddenly, all the life vests fell away
And a drain pulled down the false tide
Sunlight now drenched you
And I found myself soaking in the Light
I was scared, for all the brightness
I admit it

The sea
But you catch the S.O.S.
You ARE the message in the bottle
And I
Am the bottle
That embodies you
It's an unlikely pairing
Yet, nothing makes sense more . . .
Since You,
I am more Powerful
Confident
Loving
. . . Living . . .
And the sea swallows us Both . . .
But unto New life
We thought we might drown
But really
The magick of the water
Is what we forgot

I still am . . .
You are the ultimate
Vulnerability

The rebirth As with the First Birth of this story . . .

All that CAN be

The chaos of a Dream

is openness . . .

Sweetly being remembered . . .

Sometimes

It never ends.

I don't know how

Ever.

To do that . . .
The beat of this heart

The tale of You and I . . .

Is the Morse Code that spells your name

Poem leah lou Apr. 2015

Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA