HALL OF POETS, ISSUE 05, SEPT. 2015 by DrPrerna Singla

HALL OF POETS

ISSUE 05, SEPT. 2015 NOT FOR SALE

LIFE

CHANGING

ARTICLES

with some extraordinary poems

Why are desperate girls labelled as Sluts??? Page 6- 10

What are my Teachers? page 24 - 25

Negative Progress Page 16 - 17 Golden Chain Page 11

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CONTENTS LOVE IS NOT ENOUGH..

- Dr. PRERNA SINGLA

WHY DESPERATE GIRLS ARE LABELLED AS SLUTS?

- PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA

I WANT TO RUN MY FINGERS - Dr. AMPAT KOSHY CLASSIC CASE OF MISTAKEN - BRUCE NEWMAN IDENTITY LINGER

- KATRIN DAYAK

NEGATIVE PROGRESS

- SARATHI LOKE NATH

LOST SOUL

- KAREN HINES

CONNECTING & BONDING

- FLOETRY C.

THE AUTHENTICITY OF MY

- JHAYDE NOTHINGNESS

OWN MADNESS WHAT ARE MY TEACHERS?

- NIKHIL SHETTY

BANK OF SHARP PRICKLES

- ALSCHERS

A MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE

- HELA TEKALI

CHILDHOOD MEMORIES

- MARY CHANDLER

SECTOR- 10 , GURGAON, HARYANA, INDIA. TEL: +91-9818666201, +91-9910829529.

Lavita Palace WEDDING / DECOR / EVENTS

L O V E

A slight glance of your hairy chest Is enough to Makeme want to rip your shirt Exposing your chiseled body

Grabbing my hair dragging me close Is enough to Make me want to dig my nails In your bare back

N O T

Your stony taut tantalizing torso Is enough to Make me want to bite you Until you are bruised red.

E N O U G H

A belly tickle by your feather touch Is enough to Get me craving like a thirsty beast To make wildest possible love. And yet the way you carry me in your arms Like a delicate petal Is enough to Make me fall immensely In love with you.

Poem ÂŠ Dr. PRERNA SINGLA, 2015 ÂŠ Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

WHY DESPERATE GIRLS ARE LABELLED AS SLUTS AND SEX ADDICT GUYS AS CASANOVA? (MUST READ) This world is unique and we humans are fully responsible for its complex nature. The complexity we notice in the nature and society also exist in the relationships especially when we talk about Sex and Courting. ©Article & Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

When two people meet and engage in sexual encounters, they accept each other physically but this does not guarantee emotional acceptance as the basic nature, temperament, compatibility, intentions and emotional bonding are highly neglected when only and only physical looks are a priority. This is emerging as the biggest problem with today’s generation. Therefore, most of the relations are faux and materialistic as they are based on the foundation of money or favour or just sex. The reason behind having a girlfriend or boyfriend becomes a quest to get a good “fuck buddy” and not to get true love although we don’t label it that way because the societal image of the same is somewhat like that of a sex worker; monetary favours for physical pleasures fitting the image perfectly. Most of us have multiple sex partners which are categorized under the same label of “girlfriend” or “boyfriend” (non committed relationship). But that image of girlfriend/ boyfriend or even of desperation towards opposite sex affects a girl negatively rather than a boy. © Article & Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

No matter you believe it or not, a man who dates 100 girls is labelled as Casanova which is surely considered a quality or you can say an art of seduction but a woman dating 10 guys is labelled as a slut. They say a man is a hunter. His so called “Hunting the cat” is kind of like an achievement like in the game of Basket ball. The ball in the net once is good, the ball in the net many times is a good player, and the ball in ANY net makes you a champion. And with a medical point of view more the practice, stronger the muscle grows. So a Casanova is looked upon as a champion. But this is quite opposite in case of women. Comparing with the basket ball net, with the new one being fresh and taut balling is always fun. Gradually it turns into old, loose, worn out net and needless to mention it loses its charm, selfrespect, and the “Newness”. Medically, potential pregnancy issues especially with multiple sex partners. Socially, issues of social reputation, © Article & Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

social image of many boyfriends is not really a very coveted one. Violated “My cat is only my cat” image lands a girl on a tag that almost no girl likes. In the simplest of language, a lock that can be opened by many keys is not worth it.

Guys are more driven by sexual urges and it is a well known medical fact but due to that they are mostly looked upon as sex seeking perverts which is commonly labelled as “Wrong intentions”. On the other hand, Girls look for a guy who is handsome, romantic, rich, educated, everything a complete package etc. Who earns in millions and can pamper them to no limits and hence they are commonly labelled as “Gold diggers”. Most of the girls nowadays hire a boyfriend for monetary gains and materialistic things, the most common being day to day expenses of mobile recharges, movies, shopping, towing to places with no intentions for a long term relationship. Surprisingly it becomes a kind of unsigned contract where the guy courts a girl for sex. ©Article & Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

and girl courts the guy for monetary gains and little leisure. From a guy’s point of view it is an expenditure to keep himself well fed (physically) and so in most of the cases his attraction towards a girl is short lived mainly being restricted till having physical pleasures. Owing to the same practice they develop a belief that if a girl can sleep with him for monetary favours then she can sleep with anybody and hence does not deserve to be his wife. Second thing which destroys the image and selfrespect of a girl is her materialistic demands. No matter how easily a guy fulfils the materialistic demands but if he is not a guardian, husband or committed boyfriend; in the back of the mind it is counted as a monetary fee for having sex. Just like sex workers charge money in hard cash for her services similarly, a girl labelled as “girlfriend” charges expensive things for her service which obviously comes from money. The mind equates the equation and labels the girl nothing less than a sex worker. © Article & Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

PRESENTS

GOLDEN CHAIN...

LAVITA PALACE & DISCOUNTSDEKHO © Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

I WANT TO RUN MY FINGERS I want to run my Fingers over your body to experience the Rites of passage the sights of Astral Planes the lights of the aurora borealis the rights of Possession the dark nights of angels the Ðark Knight who is a Djinn the fight of exorcism and the flight of tears the white of Orgasm and the might of fears I want your fingers on my body The Passage of rites the Astral Plains of sights the Aurora Borealis, on clear nights the Possession of rights the White Nights of demons The Djinn who was a fright the Exorcism of fears the flight of tears the might of an Orgasm the Black Knight who is a god to experience all this in reverse are you experienced? no acid and trip can match this leaves you Defenceless. Poem © Dr Koshy AV, August 26, 2015 © Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

CLASSIC CASE OF MISTAKEN IDENTITY Everywhere understanding is shrinking like a cheap shirt of shallow thinking Must be for a tumor mistaken because it’s sure as hell not seriously taken We seem to think it’s subject to votes Or learned pedestrian with Cliffs Notes With all the healthy parts left out it cooks in one minute, no nutritional clout Now that we treat it so like a tumor its former glory seems just a rumor Though all appear to be thoroughly perplexed about why our case is chronically stressed There is no enemy to take the blame but the one in the mirror dodging the shame Choosing only the popular shrunken conceptions Then awed at their own fading reflections Poem © Bruce Newman, 2015 © Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

LINGER I am standing alone A tree barren of leaves Years ago... You tapped me Latex flowed on my wound I give you my blood You wear it as your jacket Stepped on me as your carpet I give you everything Now... I am... A tree barren of leaves Even birds leave me I can't hear their singing Can't feel their claws... Like a gentle massage on my bark Just sad song of brisk wind Surrounding me... No one wants near me I am dying ... Linger... Poem © Katharina Dike/Katrin Dayak 7/8/2015 © Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

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NEGATIVE PROGRESS Article ÂŠ Sarathilokenath 28.8.2015

Wondering how nations are marching with proud insignias of scientific research and development blended with technological commands over natural floras & faunas .How proud we are as we see water bodies are exploited to generate power, to expedite transportation, to wipe out sorrow of flood and calamity and to expand potentially of hydraulic energy in multifaceted ways. But constant waste influx of industries, mammoth disposal of obnoxious chemical waste, huge discharge of sea shore Hotels & Restaurants, in restricted way of killing aquatic creatures for animal fat for cosmetic research products are in progress. Friends destructing boons of Gods for human sustainability through ecological restoration isn't a negative progress at the cost of prosperity of science, stupidly understood by us? ÂŠ Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

PAGE 2 NEGATIVE PROGRESS

We often talk proudly of information technology and social networking. We see world is bent on this technology but progress in certain countries in this walk is to transform the kids, future manpower asset of gross national product (GNP),from real challenging world to virtual addicted world, spoiling their spontaneous combustion in nature. Their sense of science, literature, geography, history lesson are robbed by net surfing, and thus they are losing natural creative power, senses and are confused by the controversial topics retained in net pages. Books are no more showcase of knowledge to the generation growing up. My learned friends and guardians, don't you think a little that it is a negative progress? Article ÂŠ Sarathilokenath 28.8.2015 ÂŠ Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

LOST SOUL Why does her soul weep? Never knew it could She feels its salty wetness Like no one ever should It leaves her torn and crippled Sagging lifeless in the corner Empty as a bottomless pit A broken ship with no harbor Hope fades like a setting sun Blocked in by thickening clouds Billowing across a moonless sky A grey and somber shroud A vision of unholy despair So distant from reality A ghostly figure caught unaware A dimmer future could not be Shortness of breath sinks in Another weight on her shoulders Bearing down relentlessly A cascade of shattering boulders Down, down into the abyss Deeper she slinks away Searching for an anchor to break her fall A guide to show her the way But the death spiral claws her down No defenses in this fight Her weeping soul now openly cries And she falls forever from sight Karen Hines ÂŠ Poem Sept. 2015 ÂŠ Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

CONNECTING AND BONDING (PART 2 – LITERALLY) Poem © FloetryC 2015 According to physics, we are made of stardust. Our bodies are made up of atoms that came from a star that exploded. We are two distant stars that had been predicted over centuries, connected like binary stars. Circling what we want, feeling the gravity, the pull, the lure. Our love story has been told in Greek mythology and passed on from generations, read as bed time stories to children, emulated by lovers all over the world. A beautiful love story starting at forever, ending at never.

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Our passion is rhythmic to a supernova as our bodies are united together in midnight bliss under the stars. A union registered in the galaxy, shining bright like Orion in the winter sky. Our thoughts and dreams are connected, bound by our feelings and emotions. Biologically united in orgasmic bliss, chemically causing chain reactions. A hyper-reactive union creating a scientific revolution, more tangible than the theory of evolution.

Poem ÂŠ FloetryC 2015

ÂŠ Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

Lavita Palace WEDDING / DECOR / EVENTS

An excellence of design

Madness. A malady. It's cure known. Yet to the depths of the earth, The soul fares Wandering to the abyss Of light and dark, Of figures and shadows, Of hymns and voices. Like a guided principle To those with weak heart. Madness. It is of maliceOf ill intent and diaspora. Clouds of doubt roam The dismal mind of the unorthodox; Stirring the mind of the sane. A half to a wholeA hole in the half. A split to the vision of the multitude. Like my whims are your strength; As your whims, the source of my power. © Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

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If only the mind follows a straight path, Then this intensity of confusion Attest not to the madness present within. If only the will stands firm to its principles, Then misery will be nonexistent. If only a smile can lift the wayfaring soul of the dainty; Then the smiles I own are yours As yours will be mine. If only a hand reaches out to help the Down, Then I'd gladly offer both of mine to help you stand. But 'if onlys' are for the dying just as regrets are for the living. As sanity is to the sane: As insanity is to the insane. Never can I say I'm overtly sane, For this treacherous madness is abhorred withinLurking in shadows of meadows, incessantly waitin' Watching for the madness to unleash therein.

Poem ÂŠ JhaydeNothingness'14

ÂŠ Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

They preach us how to pass the exam but not ‘how to make a living out of it’. They make us read every single word of a subject matter but not ‘how to read between the lines’. They explain the steps to simplify a problem but not the ‘why and wherefore of the problem’. They parrot from the textbook efficiently never realising that their ‘act is cutting our efficiency’. They tell us what is important for exam but not ‘what is important for shaping future’. They lecture us their lungs out but never give a single thought to know that ‘the spirit of lecturing their lungs out is accomplished or not’. They conduct comprehension skills assessment but ‘it’s more a cramming skills assessment than comprehension skills assessment’. © Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

PAGE 2 WHAT ARE MY TEACHERS?

They hustle to complete syllabus but ‘fail to measure the value addition done to us’. They confidently air their trivial knowledge but ‘when booed repress us branding as hooligans’. They fortify themselves with bundles of stereotypes and feel secured never knowing that ‘it’s a fortress of bubble’. They have delusions of competence which gives no space for introspection. They teach us to gain degrees but not ‘the purpose of gaining degrees’. They share their corrupt experience about ‘how they topped exam by learning nothing’ and the legacy is carried over to next bunch of sheep. The phrase “I think, therefore I’m” said by Rene Descartes has huge relevance to a teacher. The teacher appears dead when he/she teaches mindlessly. I feel prior to appearing before the students to inculcate worldly knowledge, he/she should have thorough exposure to the world. There vision less, mediocre, passionless preaching lands their listeners nowhere but in the inferno of ignorance. Article © Nikhil Shetty, 2015 © Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

BANK OF SHARP PRICKLES

Plump Rose hips Flaming red Syrupy sweet Yet guarding her seeds With itchy filaments Investments made in summer To be stored through a winter long Through deaths dark hour and the icy cold New life in suspended animation Original Thoughts and Artwork by ©ALSchers 2015 © Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

Love comes to me.. Like a message in a bottle.. Beguiled by the beauty of the sea... And the shivering boughs of the nearby tree. My soul scurries around its impassionate plea. My ineffable desire, Waves aside its emotion not to cry over To shed those tears of joy, and bidding the sunset to be over. Shaken but not broken, My spirit is tuned with life in full bloom The feather of my Muse, I chase for my wisdom's gift to prosper and groom.

Signs I see everyday, A plume sent from Heaven above to guide my way Beguile me not my Lord! to be gone astray Let this feather blissfully showered with graceful morning pray. Love comes to me.. Like a message in a bottle... Beguiled by the beauty of the sea... And the shivering boughs of the nearby tree My soul scurries around its impassionate plea. What the message hides inside for me? My soul craves to open the bottle and see. Will the feather of my Muse sail passionately across the oceans, to catch the perfect glee?

Jenayah Hela ÂŠSpiritual Poetry 29/08/15

ÂŠ Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

CHILDHOOD MEMORIES Aint she cute Pity she aint mute Aint she a beaut Raucous laugh - far too loud Aint she smart Forever cowed Sisters’ harrying Silently Crying Tied to a tree, hopelessly sobbing Bad dreams in the night Lonliness enveloping Jealousy aint hatred – but it aint right Sunshine, in the blistering heat Straddling her pony - in time to the beat Escape, from the heat She yearns to touch the sky But here she can meet her fate, she can fly. Poem © Mary Chandler, 2015 © Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

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