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HALL OF POETS

Issue: 01 (1) May 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, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, write to the publisher, addressed “Attention: Permissions Coordinator,” at the email address below. hallofpoets@gmail.com Although every precaution has been taken to verify the accuracy of the information contained herein, the author and publisher assume no responsibility for any errors or omissions. No liability is assumed for damages that may result from the use of information contained within.

The magazine is not for sale and can be downloaded from Hall of Poets community on Google plus or Hall of Poets page on Facebook, or asked for a copy by writing to us at: hallofpoets@gmail.com Cover design: Pulkit Mohan Singla.

Interior design: Pulkit Mohan Singla Logo design: Daipayan Nair Editor: Dr. Prerna Singla Contributers: Pulkit Mohan Singla, Daipayan Nair, Saskia Jonker, Helena Dias, Usaid Ali, Krishna Mohan.

Poems: Members of Hall of Poets Community on Google + Publisher: Hall of Poets 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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about the owners 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.

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.

DAIPAYAN NAIR, Owner at HALL OF POETS. Living in India.

An Electronics and Communication Engineer. A poet, writer and a blogger by profession.

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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"!

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

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?

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Photography © Daipayan Nair

Journey to splendid reading ...

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PLANETAN

By Dr. Prerna Singla In a rosy garden I met a Guy with purple eyes Skin like a pale moon Lips like tulips bloom He smiled at me As I looked at him What citizen are you”, he asked I saw the crystal globe he clasped “Hi I am Planetan”, I said Planetan???

“I am the citizen of the planet I see all earth as land, all men James and Janet All sky as blue, All Plants green All waters wet, all creatures being I see diversity in unity And unity in diversity For me, I live on the planet And nothing divided by man I am a PLANETAN!!”

Poem & photography © Dr. Prerna Singla, 2015 Design © PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

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 don’t 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 Don’t 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 don’t 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 don’t act like a queen I don’t 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 don’t 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 don’t feel bad It’s just a body need so don’t 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 woman’s 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 someone’s body is being selfish towards your desires which is certainly not a sin​

Poem © PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015 © Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

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 © Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

... 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 © Saskia Jonker, 01/18/2015 Author's note: this was written for creative purposes only. I am fine!​

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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

HD©2015​ © Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

Poem © - Usaid, 2015

A THOUSAND KISS

By Usaid Ali

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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 ŠKrishna Mohan 2014

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And here flows the ink in the

Golden Chain~

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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 an eternal surprise love is the epitome of surmise.

Love is...

By Shadi Yacoub Shidrawi

Poem & photo © 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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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 Ananya Nath 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 © Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

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 © 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

SMUGGLERS OF GIN

By John Martin

Photography & poem © John K. Martin, 2015 © Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

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 don’t 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 © Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

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 © Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

By Paul Douglas Lovell

Art & Poem © Paul douglas lovell, 2014

By Ris Yerg

Art & poem © Ris yerg, 2014

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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 I’ve 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 Wrapped in a Cocoon Once resembling death Is now a beautiful bloom While it hibernates And looks as if it has died It is fully alive on the inside Waiting to break free Death blooms so beautifully

A FLOWER

By Jen O

Poem © Jen O © Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

MOTIONS OF ONE EMOTION

By Paul Murphy

SELF MOMENTS By: Sandy Somewhere

Take my love.

Hold me close to your heaving breast,

I cry:

let my temple rest upon the beating rhythm in your sighing chest.

Will she feel this swimming touch falling gently to her sounds, deep from within the ground this pounding as one, loves dance has begun.

Scenting her glowing skin warm, moist from her silken heat

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

Lightning strikes:

where my taste begins to rain down, I unravel her woven gate.

Musical spells her melting body under my strong hands she gyrates.

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

Organic deformity?

Destiny resolves Ego dissolves I am everything and

to the motions of one emotion now lost this control.

nothing

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,

I am Free

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 my

©2015 S L Jennings "Self Moments" Poem

home, yet still on my own.

Knowing the reasons why she lays by my side.

I rest my eyes on this dream, passing by.

Poem © Paul Murphy. April 2015. © Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

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

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.

Poem & photo ŠRJVHorton2014 Š Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

STILL. LOST.

By Cheryl Johnson There is no holy vision No divine choice Only you flooding my solitude How 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 you shine 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

Poem © Cheryl Johnson, 2008

Sonia Aftab...

I could paint the world, with a single brush paint faithful companions and friends I could pen a fantasy, with a single pen of a thousand limitless dreams.

But when the paintings and poems are finished, and the skies have been painted blue The ground is where I return To the place where dreams are few Where there is no me and you.

Just me, an empty room, a failed dream a pen and a finished poem.

Poem & art © Sonia Aftab, 2015 © Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

At the tavern, light swarms and bathes; People and things caressed alike.

Brilliancy grows apace, but night already lurks In corners, nooks, underground ways. And glances, Flickering aloft, fall mercilessly from grace.

Wasted are the early sparks of lust.

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…

GLANCES

By Marcos Henrique Silva

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.

Poem © 2015 Marcos Henrique Silva

In the Night I'm beset—as the memories wake— By the light I had found in the shadows at play, Ere the moonlit verandas alit of her grace Were obscured by the Day and its obstinate gray.

Of the fullest allure, as the luminous moon— With my brightest reflections alive on her face, That enchanted with Evening's enamoring muse 'Til the Morning last broke... that tidal embrace.

EVENTIDE

By S. R. Jones

O' the whole of the gloom—the perennial Dusk That had stole o'er a lifetime with nothing to lose; O' the emptiest Midnights enshrouded in cloud— acquiesced to the ruse of diminishing hues.

But I lust for the Eve, for the waxing of moons That entrust their ascensions to orbits avowed.

And in dreams I awaken at last to the way— The empyreal sky... is Twilight endowed.

Poem © 2015 -S.R. Jones © Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

ARRIVING BEFORE ARRIVAL >>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<

By M F Zenpoet There's a place in a moment A lush green leaf beneath feet of a dragonfly Motionless resting while moving through time As the world flies about in the breeze A place of solitude among the company of your dreams As the silence rises you up on an earth cut tile covered in presence beneath your spirit Where you look upon the distances

Giving time to collect up the pieces of breath never had Filling voids within your lungs Breathe Breath Focus Breathe As a tree in slow growth for sun beams Nourished...

Beneath Within Above Yes... there is a place in a moment One... where you're always meant to be...

Behind ...

And forward ...

mF

Poem Š MarkFlood2015

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MY DEAR CONFESSIONS

By J.S Price

CRY OF THE GANGES

By Raashi Hasteer

As I lay my dear confessions

O daughter of Gangotri ! ,

into a comfort of your flesh

Ganges is thy name

stars grow dim in their shine

Thou fondle the Himalayas

and night’s dark quiet a shrill

and the plains Nectar of Gods ,

vibrates the soul in loneliness:

Thy water's so pristine Bringer of hope ,

Each time you forgive me a sin

O thou redeemer of sins !

the world sparkles more special,

In thy holy waters is found

right as rain so forgive me again

The essence of our culture so profound

and again… for the pain I create

In thy waters pure and refined

is not an ambiguous blame, some

Dwells the immortal spirit of divine.

soupy mistakes, but expressions,

O Ganges ! Doesn't thy soul mourn

or even the vague attempt of an

At the filth that's in thy waters thrown?

expression aiming to please your

Doesn't thy heart shatter and tear

heart… take my confessions now

They call thee mother , yet can't hear !

I offer to you sincerely, I'd sew

Heartless are they and they can't hear

them into the seams of your skin,

Canst they differ betwixt thy waters and

your edges and ends, firing hopes:

tears?

Don't they know who bathe to escape all

The hope that we see each other’s soul –

sins ... -'

The hope that we hear each other’s voice –

Adorning a mother's eye with tears is the

The hope that we touch each other tender –

sinnest of sins!'

The hope that we smell each other’s day – The hope that we taste each other’s forever.

Poem © Jasonprice2015

Poem © Raashi Hasteer, 2015

© Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

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, 2015