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HALL OF POETS
INSPIRE & BE INSPIRED ISSUE 07, NOV.2015
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CONTENTS
TITLE AUTHOR /
POET
PAGE
OWNER’S WRITE 06
PASSIONI D’AMORE Dr. PRERNA
SINGLA
07
WHO KNOWS WHAT
SALVATION IS?
PULKIT MOHAN
SINGLA
09
THE GOLDEN CHAIN 11
THE PAPER IS BLANK GAURI DIXIT 12
AN ANATOMY OF THE
SPECK
ARKADY
SANDLER
15
HOME OWEN HABEL 16
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PROTEINS OUT OF
BOUNDS
PRATIMA APTE 17
TISSUE PAPER SOCIETY RENU VYAS 18
THE PROTAGONIST SEEMA
TABASSUM
20
I WANT TO BE KATRIN DAYAK 21
JUVENILE BISMAY
MOHANTY
22
ORPHAN OF LOVE JED WOLFE 24
HALL OF POETS MOST
POPULAR POET ON
GLOBAL PLATFORM
25
AT THE BOTTOM OF
STAIRCASE
SHUBHRO SEN 26
LIFELESS YUMNAH
RAZZAQ
30
A SHARE FROM MY
EXPERIENCE
SARATHI LOKE
NATH
32
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GRATITUDE AKSHAYA
KUMAR DAS
34
PLEASE JUST LET ME BE NUTAN
SARAWAGI
37
BLIND URBAN NOMAD 41
GUIDELINES FOR
SUBMISSION
44
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OWNER’S
WRITE
POWERED BY
LAVITA PALACE
Sector-10, GURGAON
INDIA
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PASSIONI D'AMORE
Poem © Dr. PRERNA SINGLA, 2015
The amber bourbon
Sloshing over
The ultramine hues of the
Dye on paper
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Washing over
The rainbow floods of the
Feelings that taper
Fading over
The new avenues of the
Passions of love.
Poem © Dr. PRERNA SINGLA, 2015
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WHO KNOWS WHAT SALVATION IS?
POEM © Dr. PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015
The carcasses
Black, white and brown
Burried on the battle ground
Awaits the scavengers
To nosh their corpses
And free them from their duties
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Towards brutal oddities
Some in the name of nation
Some in the name of religion
Who knows what salvation is??
For them maybe killing innocent lives
For birds maybe clearing the
Pieces of the scattered meat
Feeding their hungry chicks
And for the world maybe
Attainment of the Peace
For the families maybe
Mourning over the loss
Who knows what salvation is??
One that compels people to kill?
One that compels the world for war.
POEM © Dr. PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015
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THE
GOLDEN
CHAIN
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THE PAPER IS BLANK NOW
POEM © GAURI DIXIT
On it once
Was written
A beautiful message
By a prince,
With invisible magic ink
Which could be read only
By his princess.
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He asked the princess
To elope
And meet him
In the forest
On the full moon night.
The horse Crossed
Mountains, valleys and rivers
On the Way.
The bag with the letter
Got dipped in the water
Washing away
The invisible ink.
The silence in the letter
Made
The princess feel rejected.
Dejected,
She jumped to her death.
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In the woods,
The Prince Succumbed
To heart break.
The blank paper
Kept their love secret
Forever,
Still ashamed
That it could not talk then,
It remains blank now.
POEM © GAURI DIXIT 10-SEP-2015
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AN ANATOMY OF THE SPECK
We can't breathe the same air again
it happens to be too rarefied.
A black eye conversation in vain
between these factitious cubicle lines.
Terrorists invaded into our frayed mind
through the flickering fluorescent lights.
Superfluous dancing in elevator shaft of the spine
screaming pelt in prophetical seizures for a dime.
POEM © ARKADY SANDLER, 2015
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HOME
We shall pack our rags and roam,
And sleep where stars will appear.
We shall call that place "our home"
Even if it will stink we won't fear.
And we shan't care much about hunger,
We shall search for food by the garbage.
We shall eat and lick our fingers,
And rest next to the sewage.
In our rags we shall shrink and sleep,
And dream about where we came from.
If it rains, we shall get up from our sleep,
And search for a new place to call home.
Our home will always be just,
It will always make life look comical.
While we eat from plates that have rust,
The haves are dying in hospital...
Poem © OWEN HABEL, 2015
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PROTEINS OUT OF BOUNDS
POEM © PRATIMA APTE, 1.11.2015
Proteins out of bounds,
Carbs out of reach,
Water at what price?
Drought real or artificial?
Should man die slowly
Or hang up his boots?
POEM © PRATIMA APTE, 1.11.2015
7.35PM
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TISSUE PAPER SOCIETY
POEM © RENU VYAS, 2015
Those old loved landmarks
Each with a memory attached
All bulldozed and replaced
By new impersonal structures
Those small winding roads
Where we once took long walks
On warm summer nights
Are now four lane highways
Those pretty small shops
Filled with colorful knick knacks
That we often browsed through
Replaced with city malls
Those friends we depended on
Now strangers we cannot connect with
Stuck in the games of social status
Wary, distant, cloaked in formalities
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Those relationships that were
The roots of our existence
Now discard us, only to replace
With newer ones that change day/night
Welcome to this new
Weird, Unemotional
Disposable, use and throw
Tissue paper society
POEM © RENU VYAS, 2015
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THE PROTAGONIST
He I was not looking for
nor was he someone I dreamed of
he had a way with words no doubt
words that flooded my mind which knew not ever drought
he was not my soulmate nor a friend
his presence surreal made no difference
but lost without words he left me in those lanes
of him I knew only his fictional name
he who without ever being company
in those dark lanes had deserted me
to whom I never even belonged
left me feeling abandoned
POEM © SEEMA TABASSUM 2015
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I WANT TO BE
I want to be coral at the beach
Stay firm in the huge waves
Stay stand in the hurricane
Stay strong endured agony
Stay humbled under humiliations
I want to be coral at the beach
Protecting beach from abrasion
I want to be coral at the beach
Stay beautiful...
Despite sunrise burned me all the time
POEM © KATHARINA DIKE/KATRIN DAYAK,
20.11.15
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JUVENILE
POEM © BISMAY MOHANTY, 2015
The notoriety of some
Has changed the perception of people
That “children are image of God”
For those ‘some’ the majority suffer.
The lamb of childhood faces cripple.
Why won’t such filth arise in young minds?
The world we live is full of heinous crimes.
Where lies no varsity in style and seduction
Where science is made to dominate conscience.
And misuse of technology that empowered over times.
The country saw a black December once.
Where the mayheminvolved a juvenile
The nation fumed, demanded death
And amend according to the legality of issue.
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The last insisted more than a year’s time.
A child shook a country
Brought it to demise and debates.
Some said to leave him, he is just a kid
Others vowed to hang him and prevent
The issue that oblivion of time begets.
Ah! What to say more?
The labour in these early years
Is counted in the fate and future.
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
According to the karma, the soulendears.
Don’t be a juvenile
Life is vast as the Nile…….
POEM © BISMAY MOHANTY, 2015
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ORPHAN OF LOVE
I am an orphan of love
I stand at the edge of my grave
And look into my eyes
Staring back at me, milky white
Lost in delusions of where i dream
Of being free and not a slave
In this cemetery there is no suprise
I am an orphan of the night
Place another nail in my coffin
Warm the earth that holds my heart
I am an orphan of desolation
A deadly illness of my soul
In cemeteries i will wonder
Like a ghost thats torn apart
The devil laughs at my degeneration
As blood pours into a hole
I look once again into that dark place
As my shadow stares back at me
Lifeless eyes that are now mocking
As the ground now swallows me..
POEM © JED WOLFE, 22NOV. 2015
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HALL OF POETS MOST POPULAR
POETS ON GLOBAL PLATFORM
FROM HOP DIGITAL MAG. ISSUE 06, OCT.2015
GIANFRANCO AURILIO FOR HIS POEM “ALWAYS”
ANCA MIHAELA FOR HER POEM “META”
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AT THE BOTTOM OF THE STAIRCASE
POEM © SHUBHRO SEN, 2003
At the bottom of the staircase I first stood
Beholding it with an eager face;
Some known men I saw in those steps
Involved in a strangely unknown race.
Allured by the stairs they fought each other
To reach the topmost, elusive step;
Its gold-like glitter bewitched me too-
That call! I just could not escape.
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Foregoing all else I began to climb,
Those men I then began to fight
To own the exalted, topmost spot
By winning the war of brutal might.
I knew I had to defy the odds
-This led me to my dreadful sin:
I killed the rest- one by one,
So they could lose and I could win.
I reached the top of the stairs at last,
Overcoming my honest, fruitless past
I won that spot of glittering fame
I was about to write in it my name;
Just then! A moment of wordless pain:
I knew then I was also slain.
At the end of my life’s selfish days
After my greedy wild goose chase
I found my corpse at the bottom stair
Along with the others, in despair.
My restless soul in full distress
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Can now realise and confess
My immoral sin, my fatal crime
To climb upwards and reach the top
I climbed downwards all the time.
POEM © SHUBHRO SEN, 2003.
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LIFELESS
POEM © YUMNA RAZZAQ
The pendulous cart by the trunk,
lie there all isolated and bunk.
The fresh, green juvinelity..
Now, Seared up from fidelity.
The voices of mirthy tools,
Echoing across the cherrished moors.
Now, Abondoned and dishevelled,
By the emptiness of quite clamours.
Churned under feet are, dead-
Lives of thousands; as bled.
From the springs of alacrity,
Are now the Autumns of static equality.
Straw filled are skulls, with snakes
Hanging through the sockets; fake-
Are all the sojourns,
Under terrible torturous burns.
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Dark marrows appear,
Elusive, vague & unclear.
From dissolving withery bones
And toung-less creatures that mourn.
Knitted, neat threaded nets,
Like spider sew out its web;
Are now, lacerated lethaly..
By the self built nexus, of bully.
Facing towards the white sand,
Are fleshless silhouttes in hand.
With mirky darkness up heaved-
Over the once lived barren field.
A life- lifeless spent.
It wasn't lived, let's apprehend.
Sooner or later it'll end in knives,
The souls the spirits and lives.
POEM © YUMNA RAZZAQ
NOVEMBER 11, 15
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A SHARE FROM MY EXPERIENCE
(a short story from real life by SARATHI LOKE NATH, 2015)
She came. She was with her mom. She was petrified to
some extent.
I wondered how she came up to Class 9th Standard from St
John's Diasation School. Her mother, her mentor is a
strong hearted lady who was resolute to make her daughter
to compete with other able bodied
students.
I was curious. In fact little perplexed,
as Priti's Mom requested me to take her in my class to
teach with others. She was polite enough to share her
experience about her poor scoring in English literature and
language, in spite of she being taught previously by many
teachers of the subject and how School teachers alerted
parents about her
mundane skill in English. Mother, respected lady even
spoke of her hustle in coming to me long way down with
the expectation.
I looked at Priti. Her eyes made me feel that I ought to
understand her mother and her efforts. Someone prompted
inside. Priti was enrolled.
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Days rolled to months and months to Board Pre final Priti
rose in English 26 to 67.That day I saw happiness, pure
and holy. Priti appeared in Board. Her physically
challenged state allowed her to take writer by Board. Her
disjoined accent was another impediment.
But she got over all.
Few months passed by in the mean time she started 11th
Class in my class. Result of Board declared. My one of the
prized day .Priti got 84/100 in English. She doubled her
efforts in next 2yrs. She proved that her first success
wasn't by chance.
She was glorious in 12th Board result, scored 78/100 in
English, beyond expectation of parents As her mother
called up giving the good news, I felt something inside and
that still a precious gem in teaching vault.
Priti now in a reputed college, with degree of Hons, She is
going ahead.
God bless her. Let our well wishes be her best companions.
Share from my experience, A true one. Only name of student
is changed.
© SARATHI LOKE NATH, 4.11.2015
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GRATITUDE
POEM © AKSHAYA KUMAR DAS
Even if hide your face,
Could feel the grace,
The left over affair remains hanging,
In the soul's backyard lots of stacking,
The accumulated woes,
Not able to distinguish between a friend & foe,
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My silent ruminations digging the yard,
Nails of my finger breaking hard,
Scribbling the lines of love on the souls' yard,
Trying to give a pat to the soul's word,
Memories of you hang over,
Soul not taking the name of slumber,
The appetite feeling more of the hunger,
The thirst of the soul needs a toner,
Only if I could see your hidden face,
Remove the palm covering the grace,
Waiting for moment of the turning point,
Soul waiting with anxiety at the crossroads' joint,
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Oh ! Darling of my heart,
Please revive my lost beats,
Send me the telepathic signals hidden,
In life how could you leave me forbidden,
Life always behaves strange,
Wondering at the voice trailing the range,
Even if you hide your face,
Can feel the wonderful grace,
Lest you recognise or not,
Keep chasing in my mirage hunt...
POEM © AKSHAYA KUMAR DAS
27/11/2015 8:30 A.M.
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PLEASE JUST LET ME BE ME
POEM © NUTAN SARAWAGI, 2014
You think I am brilliant
which I am anyway not
brilliance lost in it's own sunshine
a heart beating without a heart
to set my mind to rest
to test myself of all the things
I know I may have said
Do I really mean what I say
or is it just to cover myself
from the sinking feeling
which never lets go
sinking down my heart
The shadows of depression
that never leave me
the haunting feelings which
forever haunt me
only to taunt me
that I know too much
or at least pretend
to know too much
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I have a lot of learning to do
and unlearning too
before I rest myself in peace
making peace with myself
telling myself that I have a long way to go
before I set myself to rest
without any protest
I hate myself I know
want to destroy everything I know , not know
taking down with me the little or nothing thats left of me
sinking it deep within me
I sink
not letting go of myself
I think
then why do I want to die
just another pretence to lie
that I don't want to live
when I am actually DYING..to LIVE
I say I am not afraid of death
it's the biggest lie to myself
why I am afraid of telling the truth
believing in half measured truths
I am tired of testing myself so much
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selling myself to others' for not much
they don't know what I want
I just want to rest in peace
to be alone with myself
where even I cannot find myself
Can you help me
I am a liar to the core..who believes in no one
hurting others to save myself
in the bargain hurting everyone
What's my problem ..I don't know
no harm to me has anyone done
then why am I not bleeding myself
instead of bleeding others' to death
why don't I get a life
before I destroy others' lives
Who has given me this right
It is MY 'I' which protests
but no one..can take it away from me
and replace it with thee, for anyone is better than me
in this game of being one
I have already lost , no one has won
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I just want to be one
with thee
Oh God please help me
I want to believe in thee
but my reasoning, just does not let me be
for if I don't exist..then how can you be
So both of us lets die , like stars in the sky
in another day we shall live
where life will be a distant dream
where only you and I will live
that day I shall await
when you will be one
with me
Until then please let me be
I just want to rest in peace
please just let
me be
me
POEM © NUTAN SARAWAGI, 2014
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BLIND POEM © URBAN NOMAD 2015
Tonight I abandon the cloak of beauty,
For the grim truth is my rhyme,
Don't utter your pretty words,
Don't parade your poignant pictures,
To your sanctimonious rhetoric I pay no heed,
Unseeing you are of the of the vicious cycle of misery.
The silent cries of the destitute,
The bloodshed of a million children,
The rape and degradation of our women,
The killing of animals for sport not food,
The soul-wrenching wailing of the famished,
The forlorn eyes of the oppressed and weak,
The annihilation of mother earth for our comforts.
Lost in our pursuit of all things material,
Numb to the agony of those without,
Where are our messiahs?
Where are our leaders?
Where is our King, our Gandhi, our Guevara, our Vilma,
our Susan Anthony?
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Or must we wait for our saviours?
Haven't we seen enough!
So f*** your armchair sympathy,
F*** your champagne tears,
F*** your Armani scented emotional diatribes,
Tonight I am enraged,
Tonight I want you to see.
POEM © URBAN NOMAD 2015
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