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HALL OF POETS

ISSUE 04, AUGUST 2015NOT FOR SALE

© Cover Photo & Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

HALL OF POETS, 913 SECTOR 15 PART 2,GURGAON, HARYANA, INDIA. PIN: 122001

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Copyright © 2015 by Hall Of Poets

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, ortransmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or

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Although every precaution has been taken to verify the accuracy of the informationcontained herein, the author and publisher assume no responsibility for any errorsor 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 communityon Google plus or Hall of Poets page on Facebook, or asked for a copy by writing

to us at: [email protected]

Editor-in-chief: Dr. PRERNA SINGLA Joint Editor & owner ; PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA

Cover & magazine design: PULKIT MOHAN SINGLALogo design: DAIPAYAN NAIR

Publisher: Hall of Poets EDITION: FIRST

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The content of each poem is the sole expression and opinion of its writer/author, and not necessarily that of the publisher. No warranties orguarantees are expressed or implied by the publisher’s choice to include any of the content in this volume. Neither the publisher nor the individual

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on any other site and Hall of Poets Magazine disclaims all liability with regard to your access of such linked web sites. In case of dispute, jurisdiction ofGurgaon (Haryana),India applies.

ISSUE: 04; AUGUST 2015

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SECTOR-10, GURGAON, HARYANA, INDIA

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Once thither was an ordinary town, ordinary life & an ordinary man

Peter his name and his wifey Rosanne

I wonder those days how love survived?

His dram brick house & a few chinks in a can.

A day of labour with skin burnt to tan

Reality surfac'd when struggles of life began

No longer the lovely skin, time couldst not be bribed?

Once thither was an ordinary town, ordinary life & an ordinary man.

Cheap food, handmade robe, nay meiny to fan

No ego, nay jealousy, working together in the plan

No paint'd faces 'r artifice and yet their love thrived?

Love - a soulful existence today cozen'd and lied.

No riches nay leisure but an amicable life-span

Once thither was an ordinary town, ordinary life & an ordinary man.

Peter & Rosanne

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The English Rondeau in its classical 16th-century 15-line form with a rentrement(aabba–aabR–aabbaR)

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When Passions don’t depend

On the cards dealt in hand

Then the eyes need no permissions

To dream a dream in creation

When the thunderstorms of love strikes the heart

Neither the world nor religion can do us apart

Of this love although there are many parameters

Often misunderstood this divine love of the creator

Your kisses no more knock the doors of my memory

Ships of our love now rest in this heart’s oceanic crematory

I used to be complacent thinking you to be mine

Now I am not even me, so changed the time.

http://pulkitfacesreality.blogspot.in/

REAL WORLD BY PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA

PULKIT MOHANSINGLA

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Attempting to mend, trying to merge.Misunderstood; Struck down. A surge.Labels, stamps, and senseless brands

belong on jeans. I'm still a man.Just like the next. Problems of sorts.

Screaming out loud: help me change course!Where that road lead, was outta my league.Mislead by the blind, corruption, and greed.

Maniacal thoughts as they come to mind.Reassigned destination, a U-turn sign.Direction is lost. Navigation has failed.

Remain on track, or left derailed.More than one way, in which, where to go.

Between right and wrong, we all should know.Temptation and plights of disregard.

Another wrong way; Difficult, not hard.This battle not mine, but sure to conquer.

Change in direction. Short on time; Don't have muchlonger.

Poem © John Armenta 2015

ATTEMPTING TOMEND

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W h e r e w o u l d t h e y b eI n a l l t h e i r b e a u t y

S w a y i n g g e n t l y i n f i e l d o f d r e a m sW i t h o u t t h e p o l l i n a t i o n b u z z

S p r e a d i n g s e e dW h i l e i n t h e i r o w n c a u s eS u c h a s m a l l l i t t l e d e e d

F r o m t h e t i n y w o r k e r b e e sT h a t a l l l i f e d e p e n d s a n d n e e d s

S o m e t h i n g s o s m a l l ,h a r d t o b e l i e v eW i t h o u t t h e m ,

t h e f i e l d s w o u l d l a y w i t h e r e d .D r y r e s e m b l a n c e o f i t u s e t o b e .

A s h a d o w y g r a v e ;t o w a l k t h r o u g h i n r e m e m b r a n c e

W h e r e t h e h e a d s t o n e s o f p e t a l s l a y ,w i t h w o r d s o f n i h i l i t y .

D o w e g l o r i f y o u r i n c o m p e t e n c e ?I s t h e r e a n e e d ?

HEADSTONES OFPETALS

Poem © UInk Poetry

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You know what I meanwhen I shiver in your arms.

You know what I meanwhen you look at meand my eyes are brighter than the stars.

You know what I meanwhen I whisper your nameat dawn or at nightfall.

You know what I meanwhen I softly bite my lipsand in the next second they touch yours in a warm kisson the back of your neck.

I know you know what I mean.

So...I hardly need wordsto let you know,that I love you,that I want you,that I need youlike the air that I breathe.

You know what I mean...

I meanthat I'm your soulmateand soul mates just knowbecause they just feel.

SOUL

MATES

Poem © Graça Costa, 2015

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TheGoldenChain

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Jaded and irked,With a trapped wrath,The fragments of hurt,Bombarding within,Breached is the dignity,The agony, like a volcano,Waiting to erupt;

She was born a flower,And fights the thorns,The exasperation stays,And ache sways,She scuffles the isolation,A pathetic state,Of oppression and forlorn,Staggering and prodigious,They would be forevermore,The throes untold!

THE THROES UNTOLD….

Poem © Shilpa Sandesh

SHILPA SANDESH

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I sat watching people,at an international airport,

as I often do.I was facing a young stud!

The brilliant blonde cascadewas going to catch Casanova’s eyes

as she approached from his backside!she glided by

crossing legs as though on a Paris runwaythe splendor of life dancing a ballet about the periphery

his midnight shades hiding the peeringbefore the blazing sun

beauty transfixes until out of site and then somerating 20/20 or even better 20/15, if not, laser

sweet baby blues to seductive emerald greensportholes to the soulbut his were hidden

a repulsion torqued his head away,the carotid pulsing like a beacon

his body oscillating like a worm on a hookpierced to the heart

a little crippled girl trailed in to the scenefour eyes, two saucers magnified reality

six legs, titanium twigs and danglesCasanova was caught in a severe brainstorm

disgust raging!

EYES (INSIDE OUTSIDE)Poem © kevin l olson, 2006

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Poem © kevin l olson, 2006

however, you could see life in her eyeswanting for what’s around the next corner,

to be freehandicap defined,

not realizedfor the dance of life was just beginning

the hideousness projected in his mind’s eyes,it rolled his head like gravity for impact

spirit full of adventure,to young to recognize the symptoms of blind eyes

heart full of love and warmthhis posture sighed relief at her departure,

the physical is out of sightblind eyes segregate on presentation

eyes,your eyes,see what?

Outside or Inside?

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I am who I am, down the road I kick the cana little boy thrives in my soul, where goes a man

though my wisdom may change, I know where I beganI'm in touch with love, it is part of my grand plan

I am who I am, in my roots abide my clanin the laws of nature I find what I can spanwith imagination I dream beyond my scan

with creativity I build worlds, I am PanI am who I am, I tease the girls, make them cry

hold them tight, look into their eyes and make them sighacting like a monkey, on karma to rely

talking naughty, seeking depths of their soul, chi pieI am who I am, I've outgrown being too shy

though I'm alone most of the time, I remain wrymy word is my bond, nature - my natural high

love is my safeguard, billowy clouds bring it nighI am who I am, in silence I grow more bold

seeing the winds of change, like pottery to moldI grow in wisdom, in reverie I will hold

in tune with nature, I don't need a pot of goldI am who I am, my future, mine to remold

by the grace of energies, my life will unfoldby my will power, warmth and love I will enfold

my history writ in stone, though yet not foretold.

I AM WHO I AM

Poem © February 15, 2013 by PBM

By PATRICK MICHAEL

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I wished to be truly free,from catacombs that enslaved me,

all memories and desires,even that which eyes could not see.

Venturing deep into the conscience,feeling all the hatred and pain,

meeting narcissism and ego,flushing them all away.

A divine path opened,the unknown welcomed me.

Making friends of my demons,my destiny I could foresee.

It lied in searching the shadows,for meaning to this empty shell,

indulging in the abstract,finding what’s beyond these mortal realms.

An eternal void,discovered in the mausoleum of silence,

by the gratification of emptiness,and foregoing the absurdity of what it means to be complete.

Deeper and deeper,the inner spiral went.

Following the darkness, letting go,true freedom in recompense.

Poem © - Shayne Colaco July, 2015

MAUSOLEUM OF SILENCE

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©

DIL KI BAAT JUBAN PER LAKER AFSAANA KOI BANAYE KYON:::HAL-E- DIL DUNYA KO SUNA KAR DARD-E-DIL BADAAYEN KYON:::

ZAJBAAT JGAA KE DIL MEIN PHIR UNKO BULAYEN KYON:::JO CHALE DIL TODE KAR UNSE RISHTA BANAYEN KYON:::

JAB CHAAH NAHI RAHI MILNE KI TOU RAAH MEIN DEEYE JALAYENKYON:::

WAQAT -E- RUKSAT AA GYA AB DIL. GHABRAAYE KYON :::PAYAA NAHI JISE HAM NE KABHI, AB DHOND NE USKO JAYEN KYON

::::RAAH MEIN ................KYON. *ASHA*

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I reflectsometimes

how many livesI live

one for myselfone for the societyone for the parentsone for the friends

one for the loved onesand I don't knowhow many more.

I switch the selveslike I switch the clothes

different occasionsuitable attire.

always few questionslingers in my mind

like a wily ghost betaalwho am I?

what am I?am I really I

who I believe to be.or something else?

evenafter longracking, my brain

as alwaysanswers to the occasion.

Poem © Nikhil Shetty, 2015

BEHIND MANY A MASK

NIKHIL SHETTY

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Those jealous of you,those who say you never can..

Dogs are they,in the form of a man !!!

They aren't your buddies,Evil is their trait...

The title of this poem is :Their tail is never straight !!!

When you become happy,they are sad from inside..

they'll praise you in the front,But backbites from your side...

When you walk on the water,they'll say you can't swim...they put their whole effort,

to make your voice dim...

To make you feel down,ever-charged is their battery..Their best means for success,is the dirty,rubbish flattery..

THEIR TAIL IS NEVERSTRAIGHT

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Poem © Deepanshu Gabba 2015

continued...

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For little things,they are madas a shit is for a hog..

they think this is the world,as the well for a frog.

You'll say they're big rascals,For their destruction,you'll wait...Don't think they'll change because

Their tail is never straight !!!

Sometimes you'll think to,look at their good aspect.But you'll forget all this,

when not given respect !!!

Their words and their actions,make your mind restless...

If you fight with those jerks,it'll hinder your progress...

If you look at demonic traits,the range is very wide..

Don't go for the revenge,and let the God decide !!!

Be always good to them,give them Love instead of Hate,Be calm and just smile because,

Their tail is never straight !!!

Poem © Deepanshu Gabba 2015

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minutesmere meaningless gazefocused on nothingbut motionlessmemorieswhile his handglides slowlycaressesthe empty canvas

he risesfrom the seatwalks towardsthe old wooden shadesthat lock outthat perfectnorthern lightbefore noon

in silent contemplationthe brushes dyedcollectedin a tin cancolorless dilutedtoday feelsjust as lostspent in thoughtleft in frameless timewanderingwithout his muse

Poem©

inkstitution | inkinthewell 2015

"TU ME MANQUES"

© Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

https://inkinthewell.wordpress.com/

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Las gandurile mele vantuluiSpre tine sa le duca

Peste albastre oceanePline de valuri inspumate

Pe aripile pasarilorFara sa stii am pus

Fire subtiri de dragosteSa-ti cosi din ele dor

Soarelui ii dau un zambetAtunci cand te-ntalneste

Sa nu te arda amarnicUsor pielea sa ti-o coloreze

Luna cu straluciri de astreImi fura visul noptilor albastre

Si ti-l aduce tie intr-o clipaLasandu-ma fara visare

Orice as da sau cat de multOricarui astru sau chiar vantDoar ploaia stie cum se face

Din fiecare picur , mare de dragoste

MARE DE DRAGOSTE

Poem" -© by Dafinoiu Mirela7/18/2015

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Twilights dawn on mountain dewsStroll two lovers, hands embracedTo sit apon a precipice, eyes ensnaredThey reminisce

Laughter, tears, hidden fearsHonesty and loveFloats to each others ears

Thoughts conveyed without a wordTo drift within the morning huesTheir spirits lift, one anothers blues

They do not see with mortal eyeEach face is seen with touch aloneWith filled hearts their loyalty deepAs deep as bone

Of conscious realms they wont abideThey meander on loves fantasy ride

True love, resides in multiple placesIts scars left on hands, armsAnd tender faces

They stand to leave that precipiceWith longing breaths, fingers entwinedTo stroll once more, those eyes now blind

To see no moreOther to crash aponA lovers shore

Poem © J.Griffin 2015

A HIGHER PLACE....

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You are my bittersweetmy should not

but I just can't help myself

My missing puzzle pieceand yet

not at all

You are carved from an entirely different jigsaw

You and Icould never fit!

Not without reshaping ourselvesand everyone around usnot without cutting out

painfullyparts

of our very own souls

Yet...why does that knife still glint in your eye

awakening a darklingnearly dead

place within mewhich, craves stimulation

life?

Do I reallyso badly

need to bleed?

Even...when I know the pain caused

would be so devastatingly unbearable

MY BITTERSWEETPoem © Debbie Razey

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A festering woundwhich, could never heal

a sicknesswhich, would erode my soul

A deep scarwhich, would disfigure

both myself and my loved onesfor life

No!

You are merely an innocentyet selfish

"what could have been" love

A handsome bound bookwhich, beckons for me to open

to peruse its enchanting narrativeto purvey its unread alluring plot

to experiencebut only within my mind

An illusionan unobtainable ideal

a prayer for an antidote to a broken heart

A happily evernever

a nevereverever!

An "if only I knew then, what I know now"

A secret of the heartwhich belongs to only me

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A guilty pleasure that makes my dayeven when I promise myself

that I willand must ignore

By youI have even been marginalised and mislead

lead into a melancholic state of moroseof near mind-altering madness

Timeand time again

I have ridden your wavesto my own destruction

I have been swept up in your sultry surfallowing your patter

to wash away my painand the sense of being

so overwhelminglyalone!

I have felt your empty words fill methe swell

as your tidedrew all its fickle

frivolousaffection

towards my shores

But...for those blissful moments

your waves of wordssoothed

my parchedand fragile

needful sands

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I felt lovedwantedneededcravedadored!

As thenyou made me your moon

Your life giveryour saviour

your sanctuary

I felt intrinsically the sheer pull between us

Ah...but alas

it is all in my headand perhaps my heart

it also plays its part

No!

You arejust a beautiful daydream

a mirage to my unquenchable thirsta figment of my fertile imagination

my Lokimy tormentor

MY...bittersweet!

My internal deafening screamwhich can never

be heard!

Poem © Debbie Razey

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