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CONTENTS
AUTHOR/POET TITLE PAGE
OWNER’S WRITE
Dr. Prerna Singla Days Of Yore
09
Pulkit Mohan Singla Millions Of
Children
12
GOLDEN CHAIN
Amit Shankar Saha Silence
Corner
18
19
Anca Mihaela Bruma Your Love...
When I Found The
Love Footprints…
20
22
Ayurveera Raja Soothing The Words
25
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Garry Spooner Ode To Sid
27
Ishita Singh The Wait
False Affection
30
32
Jed Wolfe Darkness Clouds
Every Corner
34
Karen Hines
All Seeing Eye
36
Kiron Krishnan Unto The Fire
39
Mallika Bhaumik Foggy Night
Discarded
41
43
Megha Sumant Sharma A Journey Called
LIFE
44
Nutan Sarawagi
In My Mother’s
Eyes
Spent
Ode to my Father
45
48
50
Partha Mukherjee
A Border #
51
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Praveen Ranjit Queue
Be Humane
53
55
Rahul Mall Time
At A Museum
Blending
56
59
61
Rainy Sarmistha Mystic Creation
Notebook Of Desire
63
65
Raja Anjana Kothapalli Flute
The Beast
Soldier's Wife
66
68
69
Ravi.S.Ranganathan
Nocturnal Niche
70
Sanjana Bandooni. " Memoirs Of
Shores "
Reclusive Love "
72
74
Shyamal Kumar
Majumder
Emotional Bite
75
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For An Astrologer
76
Dr. Sonia Gupta Happiness In Life 77
Sufia Khatoon Edge Of Love....
80
Sumana Bhattacharyya O My Mind! O My
Thought!
83
Tapeshwar Prasad I Float Universes
Longer Jaws
Lost Paradise
85
87
88
Yumnah Razzaq Alone Beings
Sonnet: To
Memories
Friendless Friends
90
92
93
GUIDELINES FOR
SUBMISSION
96
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Dr. PRERNA SINGLA
A Gurgaon based Dentist, Entrepreneur, Poet/ writer with almost 12 years of
entrepreneur experience, currently working as Creative Director at Lavita
Palace (Gurgaon based banquet Hall), Owner/Editor-in-Chief Hall Of Poets
International e-Magazine and global poetic community, Editor-in-Chief
Impact 005.
Recent Project: Roses & Rhymes (an anthology of poetry on love and life
releasing globally)
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DAYS OF YORE
Dr. PRERNA SINGLA
Such wast those cheaper times
When dreams swam in paper boats
And the ten cent coins
Were the golden notes
Determinations were filled with raised spirit
We laugh'd at difficult times
Our lending a cent & a brick
So homeless couldst make shelter with those dimes
Even in the dark hot summer nights
We slept a pleasant sleep
Enough wast her downcast eyes
To get me crazy in love so deep
Priceless was inner beauty of people
Superficial beauty wasn’t that famous
Even the things those wast little
Had meanings magnanimous
Of etiquette was politeness a sign
More humble, moo simple was people’s coat
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Such wast those cheaper times
When dreams swam in paper boats
© Dr. PRERNA SINGLA
25 JUNE, 2015
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PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA
B.Sc M.Sc. Interior Designing and Event Management.
Pulkit Mohan Singla is 25 yrs old, Gurgaon based
entrepreneur/builder/blogger/writer working as Owner at LAVITA PALACE
(a Gurgaon based banquet Hall) and PULKIT BUILDERS (Gurgaon based
construction firm). He is also Owner/Co-Editor/Designer of HALL OF
POETS International e-magazine and Global poetic community.A famous
controversial blogger, he is also fond of creating art/painting and digital designs
and sells them for business.
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MILLIONS OF CHILDREN
Pulkit Mohan Singla
Millions of children
Begging for food
Millions of children
Eating from the waste
While millions of kids wasting it
Throwing in the bins
The tasteless leftovers
Millions of children
Dying of thirst
Millions of children
Drinking from the gutters
While millions of kids wasting it
Overfilled bath tubs utilizing
Unrequited surplus waters.
Millions of children
With no clothes to wear
Millions of children
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Draped in rags
While millions of kids wasting the silk
Over stuffed wardrobes
Hoarding outdated clothes.
Why Oh Lord!
There is no justice
To your blessings
Innocent lives starving to death
While millions of kids wasting it
Born of silver spoon
Exploiting the surplus
Pulkit Mohan Singla
© 2015
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RELEASING THIS JANUARY
ANTHOLOGY OF POETRY ON LOVE & LIFE
This Valentines
gift your beloved a rosary of romantic rhymes...
FOR DETAILS: http://impact005.weebly.com
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AMIT SHANKAR SAHA
Amit Shankar Saha is a poet, critic, researcher and writer. He has a PhD in
English from Calcutta University. His works have appeared in many journals
and magazines in India as well as abroad. He is the co-founder and coordinator
of Rhythm Divine Poets group.
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SILENCE
Amit Shankar Saha
Born in the late seventies
The disposition of silence
Born too late to have nails pulled
But not too late
Born with an unconscious
Collected in situ
Sedimented
Compressed
A silence turned to stone
Generation of blood-letting
Hung from the toe
Generation of letting-go
Shot in the back
A generation terrorized
The politics of voice
Some voices could not be muffled
Because they were not born in throats
Until the next
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CORNER
Amit Shankar Saha
When I build a strong will
I also build a hard heart,
But I do not build a corner
For regret.
So when regret visits me
I do not have a room to give her,
On the bed we sit
And start to cohabit.
Before long regret becomes me
And I become she,
I paint a corner red,
She paints a corner blue.
I will the heart, the heart wills me,
A pale line parts my house,
The corners slide, I cry,
Still she does not reply.
******
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ANCA MIHAELA BRUMA
Educator, lecturer, performance poet, eclectic thinker, mentor with staunch
multi-cultural mindset and entrepreneurial attitude, Anca Mihaela Bruma
considers herself a global citizen, having lived in four continents. Her
eclecticism can be seen in her intertwined studies, she pursued: a Bachelor of
Arts (Romania) and a Master of Business Administration (Australia).
The author labels her own writings as being “mystically sensual”, a tool and
path for women to claim their own inner feminine powers. She uses poetics as a
form of literary education, self-discovery and social engagement.
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YOUR LOVE...
Anca Mihaela Bruma
Your Love,
suffocated my semantics....
And my inner alphabet
was maximized
by the unspoken words
and Life's crescendo!
I sentenced your sentence
in a Place,
where your Verb collides
with my lyrical enunciation...
A surreal abbreviation!
And Time serenades in Silence
a sonata of Present Tense,
counted by a metronome,
on the edge,
of a timeless Hour!...
©Anca Mihaela, 9th May 2014
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WHEN I FOUND THE LOVE FOOTPRINTS…
Anca Mihaela Bruma
When I found the Love footprints
I recessed… from Life…
Ceased my earthy sojourn…
I stumbled no more
Between so many lexicons of forgetting…
Lost the cryptic utterances
Of what could, might or should be,
The Truth… or False!...
I am not seeking the finding
As I do not find the seeking…
Still…
You see yourself outside you,
I see you inside myself…
When Love footprints were found
I stumbled no more between dots,
I just sniffed
One thousand years in one day,
And quarters of heavens were built
Inside my cathartic calibrations…
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The eyes of a thinker
And the feeling of a knower,
A hearer of unknown traces,
The multiples within simplicity
And eternity’s dips
Of these countless realities.
When I found the Love footprints
The absence became present,
And…I know:
I am pre-sent to BE
In this everlastingness fate
Which sounds like a formula.
No heart geometrics,
No inner alphabets…
Simply,
A sense of nothingness
Inyour everyness…
Future selves
Or…
Secret second selves,
Connecting derivative patterns
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And mathematical probabilities
In a Pythagorean sphere of harmony.
******
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SOOTHING THE WORDS
Ayurveera Raja
What to tell if they laugh
when one's heart is tender
Dividing is the method
To end in a zero
Sometimes a number
Remains after division
That does not want
itself to fall to divisor.
Should remain as remainder
how much the quotient be.
As quotient tries to increase
Remainder should too increase.
If a division has no remainder
It stops at a zero.
Then the dividend is killed
It is resolved to a number
The factors stop somewhere
Multiples do not.
Subtraction may stop somewhere
Or even reduce to negative.
But addition does only increase
If addend is positive.
Integration is difficult
It is many times impractical
But, let us use the rules
To do the integration
The natural laws
That God himself has ordained
Unintegrable functions
they do not come for exams...
Unity in diversity is better
Diversity in unity is never so.
A bundle of sticks is stronger
Isn't that what is known?
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Rites and rights to speak and hear
writes and writes to wear and tear.
Make the hand grow
Not the useless nail.
Make your mind broad
Not the useless mane.
Rivers shall flow
Only when there are waters
water drops cannot
Flow by themselves.
Let us maintain the flow
Of the polluted water
So that it is pure
By flow God ordained
If you separate water
And store them in buckets
Due to stagnancy
They will lose purity.
And the polluting dirt
Still remains there.
Choose between thus :
Division or integration?
© Ayurveera Raja. (In support)
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GARRY SPOONER
54 years old, New Zealand based poet.
I have been writing poetry on a regular basis for only a few months but this
poem is one of my older writes
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ODE TO SID
Garry Spooner
I held a very dear friend of mine , for the very last time.
I was with her as she passed, from here to there,
Te Aroha no te Kuri goes beyond, such is the closeness of the bond
I remember well , when we first fell , for each other ,
You a shaking, frightened little thing and I would someday be your everything.
Your favourite sport, to chase a ball and to bring it back just out of reach
barking wildly ,
As if to teach, c’mon and get it if you can but first well play a wee game of dog
versus man,
But only in jest for you knew your place, we knew your smile and we knew
your face,
And your favourite place to gambol and play out at the inlet , on your marks, get
set .
Out of the car come on let’s go!
But the sobering fact is your time has now come, with pills now no longer
easing your ills,
It’s gutting to watch, knowing you soon won’t be here but the pain that you feel
will soon disappear.
But sadly that means that you’re going away
And the worst thing about it , today is that day ,
So it won’t be long now till you depart, and we with heavy heart will mourn
your death
And return you to the earth.
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Goodbye, Dear Sid you’ve been a faithful friend, and we have loved each other
to the end.
I held a very dear friend of mine, for the very last time .
I was with her as she passed from here to there.
© Garry Spooner September 2013
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ISHITA SINGH
My name's Ishita and I am a school going teen. I have always enjoyed reading
comics and novels and loved writing poems, but coming in contact with Hall Of
Poets has opened new opportunities of putting my poems on a big level and
receiving views and corrections from some really brilliant poets here. Except
writing poems, I am good at studies (I have received trophies and gold medals
for that), I like playing guitar and making people happy!! And I am a big foddie,
which you can tell once you meet me!
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THE WAIT
Ishita Singh
Eyes
Dried up with tears
Faith
Crumbled under fears
Standing on the terrace
Perplexed , wondering
Whether it's you who I see
Or just an illusion of destiny.
Fingers crossed testing my fate
Going through a never ending wait
I hear those footsteps
A familiar smell
Even from a thousand miles,
I could tell.
Two hearts beating fast
As faces exchange glances
I wait for you
You wait for me
I don't know how long it will last.
Then you turn away
Like an ordinary stranger, unmoved
I waited for an explanation
But you didn't even look.
Is that how it's supposed to end?
I really doubt.
Maybe there was something I couldn't see
Behind your indifferent pout.
© 2015
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FALSE AFFECTION
Ishita Singh
Silver pearls, silk cloth
Flowing gowns, polka dots
A clown in disguise
Well suited guys
Witty smile
In cunning style.
"Who are you?
So beautiful too"
"Well, thank you,
But that's a witty remark
'Cause you know it's dark!"
Selfish people
Selfless time
Sweet cake
Or a bitter lime?
Veil on people's face
Going through a tarnished phase
Do you, do you understand them?
Do you find yourself a gem?
Because if it's true
You know you are right
Be calm, take a bite.
Beautiful liars.......dumb tries
Erratic life....... full of strife.
Never be in influence
Of a stupid sigh
Don't feel wrong
Because you know it was a lie.
Change your perceptions
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Don't have preconceptions
Fake people, Fake smiles
Have fake life of fake dials.
Just
Fly away, soar
Turn and slam the door
Do what you feel is right
After all, it's your life.
Ishita Singh
©copyright 2015
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JED WOLFE
I am a 49year old single male.
I worked as a security specialist for 20+years
Personal protection being my field
These days its back to what I enjoy
The building and construction industry
Driving big boy toys e.g. earth movers
Bull dozers etc
Basically I’m a kid who hasn't grown up.
I rescue dogs and still ride a skate board
I have a passion for hunting and these days writing...
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DARKNESS CLOUDS
Jed Wolfe
Darkness clouds every corner of our passion
Linking every touch to tormented rapture
Ravens caw each word spoken
In vain
To love yet to linger in frustrated silence
Turning to bitter romance
The ghost of our memories
Weak lonesome havoc
Sentiments fill my mind with longing
Yet a desire to close
The tattered pages of our chapter
Firey indeed as we cross lanes untraveled
Rolling in deep wonton hunger
Kisses sting like barbs
Lush red lips,moist,baying at the moon
Fingers pulling ginger locks
Our combined craving hops
The dripping trail of midnight melancholy
The earth might stop rotating
Canndles may stop melting
My heart may stop beating
But i will never stop loving you. ....
Jed Wolfe
© 2016
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KAREN HINES
Born and raised in Central Florida. Married over 20 years; have 1 son, 2
grandsons. Honest, kind, loyal, but outspoken. I believe in Dragons and
collect them with a passion. I love sports, nature and critters, so I
basically live in a zoo.
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ALL SEEING EYE
Karen Hines
The clouds parted,
Solemnly.
In the wake
Opened the all seeing
Eye.
The tears poured forth,
Pooling into a great
Sea of sadness.
Filled with sorrow;
Filled with pain;
Filled with agony.
The agony of
Man.
No longer did the
Eye
Behold beauty
Or pride.
Man had forsaken
All he was given.
Raped the land;
Polluted the air;
Displaced the animals;
Turned on his brothers
And sisters
Alike.
Now the world must be
Cleansed;
Start anew.
Hope for the
Future.
All will be
Determined
When the sins are
Dissolved.
The tears of the
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All seeing
Eye
Will flood the
Earth
And a new day will
Dawn.
Karen Hines
Copyright Dec. 2015
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KIRON KRISHNAN
Kiron Krishnan is a student of electrical and electronics engineering from India,
who writes poetry as a passion.
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UNTO THE FIRE
Kiron Krishnan
No, this wind shan't be the wind;
For it has blocked my path.
No, this lamp shan't be the lamp:
For that did make me blind.
Why shall it occur to me?
It didnt occur before;
The wind blew, and the lamp went off;
The Fire reached heavens.
The people in the village asked me :
what's the way; Dumb was I.
Alas! O good! My eyes opened!
I saw the whole there.
And all the people did see then-
We saw our way at last.
We moved until the end reached;
There I could find none.
Not my people, not even others
could I see o'er there.
Why? The answer came from sky:
At once was I shocked again.
"The wind of death blew;
The lamp of life extinguished"
So came the supreme answer;
From the lamp unto the Fire I entered...
© Kiron Krishnan 2015.
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MALLIKA BHAUMIK
The writer had been a student of literature and completed her masters degree in
English literature from the University of Calcutta. She is fond of reading books,
both fiction and non-fiction. She writes poems too, and contributes to some
popular online poetry groups. Her other interest includes music, cooking and
travelling. She is particularly interested to visit places of historical interest. She
lives in Kolkata with her husband and two sons .
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FOGGY NIGHT
Mallika Bhaumik
City wrapped in a foggy shawl
A faint lullaby...
In my balcony I stand
To watch a tired day sigh,
As the last tram hums by.
Vigilant neon lights
Keep awake through sleepy night
Stray dogs curling up in corners
Empty deserted roads,
Illuminated billboard--
Plush homes, where colours last
Painted life of gaeity,
Highlights in contrast
My grey ,vengeful past
Hollow in its nudity....
Mocking me with its emptiness
Encroaching into my present
Have I remained trapped in time?
Nothing owned
And none to belong?
Only a suspended gloom,
Only a nagging wound,
Only a promised doom.
©® Mallikabhaumik 2015
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DISCARDED
Mallika Bhaumik
Why do I have a fetish for lonely things?
Discarded
Abandoned
Forgotten?
Somehow they come very close to me
Your half used perfume bottle,
My lingering presence...
In your fragrant earlobes, naval,
Now a decorated tombstone
The favourite birthday coffee mug
Pink pout around its rim
Clasped in Cosy wintry evenings
Stands stoically near the sink.
My fat moss green dairy, old confidante
Witness to turbulent emotions;
Now life prosaic, linear, static....
In attic, gathering dust.
Love built in cuckoo's nest
Flies in light year's speed
Forlorn ,soiled 'welcome' doormat
Cries hollow and deep,
'Finite life ,infinite love'
Looks perfect as an online quote
Lonely bars hear screams unheard
A dead man walks back ..
to live with the discarded souls.
©® Mallika bhaumik 2015
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A JOURNEY CALLED LIFE
Megha Sumant Sharma
In this unusual world
You are a unique pearl
Your name is different
Do not be diffident
The path is exemplary
Your humour is extraordinary
Let the breeze flow
And take some important vows
Just as the trees give shelter
You can spread tons of laughter
Just as the winds give you wings
You can fly from within
Let go varied kinds of sarcasm
Just surge ahead with optimism
Life is not about the destination
It's a journey of self realisation
© Megha Sumant Sharma
28th dec 2015
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NUTAN SARAWAGI
I am a designer. I love to colour words in the colours of verse. I have MA in
education. I feel strongly on women's issues, I wish I could set the world right
for them. I write mainly on women and children, extremely concerned
about children of war.
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Trilogy of ode to my mother
In my mother’s eyes
Nutan Sarawagi
As I wait for my past to catch up with my past
Reminiscing in the present of a past gone by past
In which I live to still dwell
Of my life gone off so fast
Which I once loved
In it to be lulled
In my mother's memories
In her lullabies loved
Singing to the night
In a voice so soft
Ushering in the night
In her tresses so dark
As the moon appears in her eyes
Bringing in dreams of twilight
In her hopes to dispel
All my fears of the night
I now lie waiting for the dark
In hopes bemoaned
As I lie fearing the dark
In the stealthiest of the night
When they will take away her life
To sing the lullabies of life
Stealing the darkness of the night
I will lie awake
Wondering of that night
When she put me to sleep
In my cold life
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Singing in her warmth
To take away the fears in my eyes
I cry helplessly to her now
To take away her fears of her dying life
To once again quell the fears in her eyes
In the falling tears of my life
Which just no more wipe
In her crying eyes
To quell the fears in my eyes
I can't look her in her eyes to meet her dying eyes
If only they would take away my fears
replace my life with her life
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SPENT
Nutan Sarawagi
In her flowering love, I grew in her love like a flower, blooming in her love
In the seed of love she planted in me
to sow the seeds of her love in me
in her love to hold her, in my love of me
Watering me, as I grew stronger in her love each day
which knew no bounds, in a love to be loved!
No holds barred, in its love to be loved!
Then one day she turned away in her love
a storm of love suddenly blew over my love
On that hot summer’s day stifling my love
in her anger, she stormed out in her love
Leaving me alone, broken in my love
I was left alone holding her, in the heart of my love
in flowers dried, wilting in me, in my heart broken in me!
Her lips no longer mine, in her love lost, no longer seeking me!
Waiting for her to touch me in her warmth
to once again feel the touch of her warmth!
In the pieces of my heart, broken in me
I looked at her again to find my love in me
In a heart sung in our love, her words whispering in me!
In the agony of her love, I could not wait anymore
In the dark night, as I rode to her love, at her door
If only to believe me, in her love for me
I pulled out my dagger, to prove her love for me
Shielding me in her love, sheathed in her love
Hiding her love, as I looked into her eyes to love me
Not finding it, I plunged the dagger in me!
In it to kill her love in me, that no more looked for me
In my love I lay in her feet spent, swept in her love, my blood curdling
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calling out to me!
To pick me up in the drops of blood left in me
In me to drink the last drop of her love, left in me
to drink her love in me
her love no longer seeking me!
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AN ODE TO MY FATHER...
In the words of my mother
Nutan Sarawagi
As I nuzzle in you lost to you
the mysteries of old age unravel in you
you who shunned me all my life
now waiting to caress me
as if I was your last life
love was going on strike!
I wonder what all those years
had meant to you
now that you turn
again in them to me
were they love or this is love
perplexed, I turn again to look at you
I see in your face the passage of time
of days gone by when you held me
as if you were mine
now trampled crumpled ravaged by age old time
even the clock cannot turn them back in time
if only I could be young once again
to touch you
feel you
the same once again
as you were once mine
untouched by time!
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PARTHA MUKHERJEE
Born 31st August 1957, brought up in Kolkata, West Bengal. He Passed
university level with English as fonding subject. Started Working in Indo -
American company as senior executive in international department. Presently
involved in teaching to students of 11,12 board students and Hons. Writing
Poetry is his passion.
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A BORDER #
Partha Mukherjee
Theism and Atheism
Romantism and Satirical
Elgebathan and Victorian
A line of difference between
Agonists are credulous
Like to balance
The border highlights
Two extremes .
Romantism Divine imagined carnal
Leaves a border in Satirical
In Sheridan's bumpkin
Elgebathan scandal of Rich
Blendia's locks raped
A border to Emergence,
Victorian ruled.
Between stands
Donne dawned.
Line phase is
Poetry of transformation
Epitomised.
© sarathi 25 12 2015
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PRAVEEN RANJIT
Professor Praveen Ranjit is a creative writer who gets inspiration from nature to
social issues and enjoys writing poems on love, life, compassion, happiness,
human relations nature’s beauty etc.
At a very young age he developed his writing skills, published poems in various
anthologies and periodicals and received many awards of excellence.
He was a professor in the Department of Commerce, St. Albert’s college,
Kochi, Kerala from 1981 to 2014
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QUEUE
Praveen Ranjit
We are in a queue
At the door of death
Move forward every moment
A few men enter each moment
All are getting closer
Soon your turn will come
It will snatch away your body
Wealth, position and prestige
Surrender everything to the divine
Before death grabs you
Death can take your corpse only
Never touch the eternal in you.
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BE HUMANE
Praveen Ranjit
Consider never me as human being
If I ignore my fellow beings
So many are there suffering too much
When many of us are live in luxury.
Raze my pen and tear my papers
If not break my silence when have violence
How can I sleep in my palace
When my fellow beings sleep on foot path.
How can I eat food so sumptuous
If I never share my food to the needy
Let us unite and raise our voices
Everyone has the right to live here.
© Praveen Ranjit
21/12/2015
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RAHUL MALL
Rahul Mall is a passionate poet, writer and an artist who hails from the
Kathmandu Valley, capital of Nepal. Currently residing in Kolkata, India hr has
recently achieved his Bachelors Degree in Commerce. Having featured in
certain magazines he is a budding poet and an artist. He believes that a
paintbrush and a pen are the greatest weapons known to mankind.
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TIME
Rahul Mall
I propose us to suture
To take our every step in harmony.
I propose to be your master,
But you muster away faster.
I propose us to make the rounds,
Twice- twelve; about the bounds.
In a day. Everyday. Together.
Astride.
But you mistake it to be a Guinea
And us its participants,
The result an innocuous debacle,
And the constant effort to get better,
Catalyst to my demise.
I propose to hold you in my hand,
wrap around my wrists.
And as I lurge to make a tight grip,
You turn slimmy and make the slip.
Now I grow slow and slower
And on my every round,
I meet you at your next round.
I was to be your master,
But you seem to have turned the table around.
Turning me into an abject follower.
And as I walked closer,
You tick-tocked your way out.
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Tick -tock, tick-tock...
Tick-tock...
© Rahul Mall, 2015
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AT A MUSEUM
Rahul Mall
The old are gone,
Buried under their tomb.
Kings besides their queens
And ladies from harems.
But their blood-stained clothes dried,
To withhold the sands of time.
What art they patronized!
In ivory their scriptures inscribed.
I walk out of the museum,
Look over the horizon.
Shades of blue and yellow- only within my vision.
They are gone, lost in time,
As I here lose my rhyme.
Alike we shall be lost too,
Some day, one day, not today.
For I have yet 'something' to do,
For my flesh shall burn to ash,
And bones carbonized to fossils,
And in them I hope someone inscribes,
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Anecdotes of my life.
Someone...
Readers, allow me to bid adieu,
For I have 'something' to do.
Something....
© Rahul Mall, 2015
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BLENDING
Rahul Mall
When a Persian speaks Hindi,
English and one another.
A trinity- fresh product,
Influenced by each other.
A new tone, in a different manner.
A new language or evolution of former?
Neither. It's a blend of four corners
Each trespassing their abuts.
In new tongue - same old blabber.
Languages and humans alike,
Blend undiffered, across contours unified.
With the current of the sea we sail,
To the meets of two races we hail.
With every new meet a new change,
Occurs a cultural, traditional blend.
A red teeka on the white face,
The African in a monk's trance,
The Indian on the streets of France.
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Languages and humans alike,
Accustomed to the constant change.
© Rahul Mall, 2015
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RAINY SARMISTHA
Rainy Sarmistha is a hotelier by profession. her passion towards poems brings
here to this lovely platform to serve her poems . She has a keen interest in
exploring and experiencing the true inner feeling of own self, that is
contributing her poems in various groups which is related to various other
talented authors. she believes in the inner feeling is the only way to experience
love and happiness .
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MYSTIC CREATION
Rainy Sarmistha
Oh gorgeous universe
You are the essence of
Sublime creation
I walk along with you
till the dawn break into dusk
The dark veil of the night
Slowly whispering the truth
Of the sight..
The longing sky stares
At the mystic earth
The silence of the nature
Silently listens her own words
My contemplation was skysurfing alone
With a drift of wind
Like a falling leaf
Oh Universe
Hide me in your
Scented glory
far from the fake and furry
I pray for all the creations
Who are slowly forgetting
The beauty of nature..
© Rainy..20.12.2015
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NOTEBOOK OF DESIRE
Rainy Sarmistha
Yes an empty notebook
And the blank pages
Of my heart
Held the ink
Of his affection
The floating memories
Of the time
Was knocking
At the door
Of my mind
The water of desire
Is flowing
As a treated decorating option
Yes the curious wishes
Was getting along well
With the cautious imagination
Every strokes of my pen
Tells the tale of love
And the strong nib
Makes it feel
Like love is
Turning the
Pages of my soul..
© Rainy 25.12.2015
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RAJA ANJANA KOTHAPALLI
Sri Sai Latha is the pen name of Raja Anjana Kothapalli. She is a poet, fiction
writer and blogger from Hyderabad, India. An Engineer by qualification,
Anjana had worked as Senior Software Engineer in Capgemini and also served
as Assistant Manager in Andhra Bank.
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FLUTE
Sri Sai Latha
(Raja Anjana Kothapalli)
Hollow with holes
I am piece of wood
Just a tiny stick
Play me right-
I am your breath
You’re my voice
Play me right-
I am your music
You’re my song
Play me right-
I am your soul
You’re my life
Play me right-
I am your flute
You’re my artist
Hollow with holes
I am piece of wood
Still a tiny stick
© Sri Sai Latha 2015
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THE BEAST
Sri Sai Latha
(Raja Anjana Kothapalli)
Huge trees aplenty
Fresh water ponds
Bugs, birds and beasts
Nature at its best
A forest so green
Golden silk coat
Spotted in white
Curved shiny antlers
A sight to behold
Dear O’ deer
Go back to herd
Run for your life
Behind the bushes
Is an inhuman human
A hunter- ready to strike
Poor pretty thing
Killed for a sport
Skinned for a rug
Beheaded for decor
Who is the beast?
© Sri Sai Latha 2015
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SOLDIER’S WIFE
Sri Sai Latha
(Raja Anjana Kothapalli)
Your words- I’ll comeback
The mantra I repeat
Day and night
Awake or asleep
Your letter I reread-
War is near its end
Soon I’ll comeback
Take care of kids
I kept my promise
Please honour your word
Comeback home dear
Your near seems too far
My beloved better half
Bravest man I ever met
It took half of my courage
To let you go that day
With rest of the courage
I await your return
Day and night
Awake or asleep
© Sri Sai Latha 2015
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RAVI.S.RANGANATHAN
A retired Senior Bank Manager, dabbling in Poetry because of my sheer passion
for it. I believe everybody is a poet at heart. I do write on all topics that catch
my fancy.
I live at Chennai with my devoted wife. I am Blessed with a daughter who too
is a Bank Officer and lives two streets away with my son in law and their 3 year
old lovely little son. Our grandson is our proud and prime past time.
I live a contented life and in the words Pope
‘In health of body, peace of mind/Quiet by day/Sound sleep by night’.
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NOCTURNAL NICHE
Ravi.S. Ranganathan
It is in night that I hear nights, every night...
And it hears me in my whispers; waking my own realm
While secrets keep knocking its doors.
It is in the night that I make the world a stage
And write my painful pieces on earth
Till my pensiveness gets unfurled.
Reflections of soul’s tears and fears
Begin to break away for dear worth.
In every atom of light my night shines.
I dissolve my faults In thorn ridden confines
Till flowers awake, delighting in designs...
Closely consuming nights and nights
I create my own nocturnal niche
Where my being resumes its smile.
© Ravi.S. Ranganathan
27.06.2015
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SANJANA BANDOONI
I'm Sanjana Bandooni. I'm from Gajraula, small town in Amroha District, Uttar
Pradesh. I've done my schooling from St. Mary's Convent School, Gajraula.
Now I'm pursuing B.com from M.K.P P.G College, Dehradun. Starting from the
childhood I always dreamt of that I want to be a writer. To conquer my dreams I
started writing short poignant rants and then turning those rants into large
paragraphs efficiently. I'm a voracious reader who loves to read more and more
things.
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MEMOIRS OF SHORES
Sanjana Bandooni
Quite seas
Sweeping in blue waters,
Waves flowing in the form
Of memories.
Gulls were flying
High in the sky,
The sudden numbness is enchanted
By the craving urge.
Like the two upsurging waves,
Colliding with her ramblings.
Shores reminds of her,
The beauty of smile.
Serene and calm as waves,
Busy empty minds.
Finding her way through minds,
Longing for the intimacy, that resides there.
© 2015
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RECLUSIVE LOVE
Sanjana Bandooni
She always seemed to be cheerful,
Like a dawning spring.
That blossom always in sunny days,
Where once we fall in love.
There is a dew on the grass,
Nothing speaks of her warmth.
Dawning days in her kohl eyes,
Heat of molten sunsets.
Her blossom petals drops,
I traverse this path alone.
Her bare footprints covered,
Snow is the form of my tears.
That fall like snow,
Tracing those memories alone.
And I sit on our bench waiting,
Alone here.
© 2015
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EMOTIONAL BITE
Shyamal Kumar Majumder
In this prosaic morning
Caught some words
Incoherent
Tried to make coherent
Played like a blacksmith.
In the forge of mind
To rein them
Scorched
Beat
Tempered
At last snapped my pampering
emotion.
And prostrated.
Suddenly
Another emotional
engulfment
To be perched
An attempt to enliven...
For another emotional bite
© Shyamal Kumar Majumder
2015
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FOR AN ASTROLOGER
Shyamal Kumar Majumder
Seeking for an astrologer
What gemstones are being deficit
For the fingers of our world?
Amethyst? Agate?Or emerald?
What gemstones are being deficit?
Is that why our housings so
vulnerable?
Have we got any security in true
sense?
We live on the mercy of a few
people, mostly villains.
But we experience
Food and appetite are in
concomitance
As diseases and drugs
Sorrows and smiles and so on.
We believe it heart and soul.
Who or how have ensconced our key of happiness
Who is disturbing our happy
concerts?
Has anybody here to emendate our
wrongs?
Has any perfect astrologer to
determine our appropriate
gemstones?
Such scrimmages , such type of
vulnerability
Suit no more.
© 19 Dec,2015.
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DR. SONIA GUPTA
DR. SONIA GUPTA (BDS, MDS) hails from DeraBassi, near Chandigarh,
India. Though, a doctor by profession, yet poetry is her passion. She started
writing in 2006 and her journey of poetry continued afterwards.Her many
poems got a place in various Hindi magazines and English anthology books.
Recently she became an established poetess after getting her two Hindi poetry
books published. Her three English poetry books are releasing soon. Besides
poetry, she is fond of paintings, singing, cooking, knitting, designing, stitching
and embroidery too!!!
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HAPPINESS IN LIFE
Dr. Sonia Gupta
To be happy in your life
You need not have to find any reason!
Happiness is not only in gaining
Any name, fame or appreciation!
To cherish your happiness
You need not have to wait for a big occasion!
Doing your jobs of daily routine
Working heart fully for your passion!
Staying along with your loved ones
Sharing their every pain and emotions!
Respect your every relation
Throw away your fake admirations!
Being happy in others’ happiness
Is also a source of smile and compassion!
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Thanking lord for all his blessings
Bowing your head in all his decisions!
Just be pure by your soul inside
Accept whatever is your situation!
Always live with your deeds
Growing as a better human!
Happiness is not only a word
It has a profound connotation!!!
© 2015
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SUFIA KHATOON
Sufia manages *Our World Our Initiative*, a social and philanthropic initiative
on Facebook which
Focus on helping old people, children and orphans who are forced to beg or
earn on the Streets, connecting them to world.
She has been featured *India Positive, CNN IBN*, Femina, Telegraph, Times
of India, Taaza Tv various online portals, magazines and websites for her
efforts.
A curator and artists she has exhibited her works in eminent galleries like
Chemould art gallery, Birla art gallery, Academy of Fine Arts, Mirage Art
gallery, Shrimati Art gallery, and so on in Kolkata and appreciated for her art.
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10 years experience in writing as a reporter in newspapers.
Runs Being bookworms an online blog which focuses on writers and books
related events.
Her short stories and poems has been selected and published in four anthologies
Seasons of love, Myraid Tales and Life sundae, her story was appreciated by
Fusion team clearing first and second round and she had won Fablery sci-fi first
round for novella writing..her poem appeared in Heart only whispers an
anthology of poems presently working on different projects.
She got chosen for Grapevine anthology contest of 25 strokes of Teen life
She is a young enthusiastic who loves to write pain and create. Writing for her
is survival without which she would lose her vision.
Her poetry has been selected for various national and international anthologies
namely Magnitude by IIA, Umbilical Cord by Rejected stuff, Milange by Poets
corner, Kaafiyana of Delhi Poetry festival, Create2inspire initiated anthology
The Dawn Beyond Waste , Avadh Literary Festival anthology 'Lifenaama"and
many more.
She is the co-founder of Rhythm Divine, a poets' group in Kolkata which
focuses on promoting poetry, organizing creative writing workshops and
featuring poets live on radio. It's about poetry reaching out to people and poets
evolving.
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EDGE OF LOVE....
Sufia Khatoon
If love was more than feelings,
More than undesired and unusual things.
Could you still know love?
To stand on the edge of love
And jump into endless space.
Like the world meaningless
When mind is senseless,
It would find and lose itself.
A step more and the earth sinks into oblivion,
Speculating over the cases of love.
Love, so much love
Confused and refused,
It travels in nonexistent zones
To know if love was more than feelings.
© Sufia Khatoon...29/8/15
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SUMANA BHATTACHARYYA
Sumana bhattacharyya is a multilingual Indian Poetess with passion towards
Hindi and English Poetry and is fond of Music as well. She is well versed in
English, Hindi and Bengali languages. Passed from Calcutta University, she has
completed spoken English course and Secretarial Practice.
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O MY MIND! O MY THOUGHT!
Sumana Bhattacharyya
O my mind ! O my thought!
O my soul ! O my God!
My pen depict you
My words turned as you!
My poetry is only
Meant for you!
Rest of the world I forgot
Only for you!
I recall my name and
Only a few!
Where
I captive myself in a room
Where no flowers to bloom!
My life is at the brink
I am now a missing link !
My minute turned as hour
Hour turned as day!
The world appear as lazy
What do u think
I am crazy?
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TAPESHWAR PRASAD
Tapeshwar Prasad was born on 26th October 1969 in Pathankot, Punjab. A
Graphic Designer by profession. Presently he works as an Asst. Librarian at St.
Xavier’s College, Digha, Patna, Bihar (India). Married to a beautiful woman
with two loving daughters and a son. His schooling was from K.V.S. Jorhat
(Assam), Sarsawa (U.P), Halwara (Punjab) respectively and graduation from
Punjab University (Chandigarh). Painting, sketching, reading and music are
some of his part time hobbies. Awarded BIHAR WIBHUTI SAMMAN for his
social work.
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I FLOAT UNIVERSES
Tapeshwar Prasad
I float universes
To birth inside you
Yet you gap a void
To empty the rush
Dream often comes
Wide awake
Yet you flake my eyes
With drops of icicles
I hold my steps
Lest I worry you not
Yet mire are my act
To see your cry
© 2015
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LONGER JAWS
Tapeshwar Prasad
Dab lightly
The letters from
The frosty windowpane,
To gauge
The measure of love
Breath to breath
Many facts
Remain unknown
To a face in the mist,
Still silent birthmark
Choose oneness
By every streak of finger mark
I withhold luxury
Life after life
To quarry upon
The golden mines;
Some more dead have risen up
To read your script by longer jaws
© 2015
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LOST PARADISE
Tapeshwar Prasad
O the muted gloss of my gravest floss
Chime not, tinkling thy smile;
Wonton I ask ‘me’ to clone my face
And hid ‘myself’ behind
By the same blind alley
Through which my tears flows
O yonder, mantle of yore;
A silent bellow
Breezes warmth,
To every drop
Of sweet salty tears
From my cursory face
O ye
The ballerina
Of my dancing cusp;
I possess every point
To quell the force
Into thy bellicose poise
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I have known
From every fallings of my eyes
The thaw of universe
In each drop, abandoned;
On the lost paradise
Bruised, and bruised again
© 2015
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YUMNAH RAZZAQ
Yumnah Razzaq Is a 17 year old poetess. She started writing early in life and
got her first poetry book “Regrets” published in Pakistan, of which she received
a lot of appreciation. Earlier, she wrote for” Teens ink” online. She has several
poems published in online and school print magazines. She studied at
Beaconhouse school system as a science student. She hopes to inspire by her
words. Yumnah grew up reading Sylvia Plath, Lewis Carol and William H
Davis. Currently she shares her work at “Hall of Poets, Google+ community”.
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ALONE BEINGS
Yumna Razzaq
Mobile flesh and blood,
Sentimental hearts perplexed,
Bony frames in flood…
Of rash traffic of this world;
With ironical life they blessed,
Jigsawed with intense sand mould.
Leading breaths in dismal graves,
Countless raports they embrace,
Storing mortality in caves;
Blowing off flames, cheers efface
But visionary sockets, so brave!
Paths to the teary tops they trace.
Alone beats, thumping wholly,
Hormones in blood swirling slowly,
Not red but deeply…
White they are in cages coldly!
More the vile -less the holy;
In depths, they are lonely...So lonely..!
© Yumna Razzaq
December, 15
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SONNET: TO MEMORIES
Yumna Razzaq
Today we surmise like diamond and live at war
With the past that haunts our cerebral layers.
Those years that are locked, in key-less drawer,
We loiter as if chained with memorial stairs.
Recollections- Flutter, like a wingless fly;
Hover in numbness over Golden drapes.
And when the vision fell on the sky,
They tinge the iris with traceless shapes.
Ecstatic graffiti bliss the soul and madness
Lurid in glum; while those evening teas-
Bring seasonal shift and exclusive fondness.
Tears fell- By the glimpse over sun blue seas.
Memories are terrific like iron balls
They beat in life like flaming stars.
© Yumna Razzaq, December 2015
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FRIENDLESS FRIENDS
Yumna Razzaq
The sunlight gets torturous, madly lethal
The self mourns over the yearly hoards;
Which lingers elegaicly over the dour sequel
And guards the mirth from dominating the vibes.
While the scorn lumbers in through the doors
Cold light and grey haze ruptures all the stipes.
Darkness – “Hi! I’m here among the cracks”.
Paving my grave it rests by the tomb.
“Will seal your soul till nothing lacks”.
It plucked the selves fictive bones and veins,
The somber tongue fall quite in gloom…
Consuming over the resurrecting chains.
The alone landscape stared and gazed
Self eyed a friend; it bewitched me
Loneliness – “Hi! I’m here, don’t be amazed”
It embraced my starving brain and thirsty heart.
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“I’m your friend in untenanted wicked glee”
We friend-less-friends-befriended against thwart.
© Yumna Razzaq
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