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God loves you so much
God loves your laughs
My eyes are the greensward
under the rain of...
Oh...
I had forgotten you have eyes
with smiling dandelions...

خداوند خیلی شما را دوست دارد
خداوند خنده های شما را دوست دارد
چشمان من سبزه زاریست
...در بارانی از
...آخ
یادم نبود چشمان شما
قاصدک دارند
...که می خندند
to my kind grandfather '' Jawahar Gupta ''
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After enjoying the supreme bliss
No need to have a replay swish
This need of once more aesthete
Literally you never get true repeat

Those unique feelings in deep secret
Of silent eyes of faithful evening sedate
No curtain falling will have same rehearse
Of those fading moments like dead verse

Those flashing visions can never be recited
And never be accomplished in succession
Just enjoy imagination and never get deceived
Listen unfathomable notes from innate ocean

Tune your mind for afresh heavenly pleasure
Like the Earth ready for daily bakes and bear

~~~~~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~~~~~
this is one of his favorite poems that he wrote,,, :-)
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you ask
why
I gaze at the stars ?
I say
it's because
they remind me of your eyes
YASAMAN

~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~
he wrote it for me,,,, :-)
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Don't grieve nor repent
on happening but smile as
Vanishing Venus

~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~
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Relaxing rain sounds
clear weeping eyes silently
in meditation

~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~
I'll pass the huge cars
in colorful scarves
Grandpa...

از ماشین های بزرگ می گذرم
...و روسری های رنگی خواهم داشت پدربزرگ
to Jawahar Gupta... :-)
I throw my fist to the sky
Air gripped between my fingers with pride

And then I see them,
The rivulets of soap coursing down my wrist

The milky white tears tracing over my veins
Was I ever even here to begin with?

It only takes moments for the water to wash me all away
I'm not really sure what this one means, but I kind of like it. Hope everyone's doing okay.
 Apr 2017 Gregory Dun Aer
Eriko
this beloved nineteen year old
on the brink of ages deemed as greater
oh, how the fear sometimes
tangle her hands and feet
so she's sometimes left
only to ponder in her net,
reminiscing of past days,
childhood days as sweet
as the green summer hills
and nights at rickety hold tables
where the meals smell
like that of home
My soul is shaking
And though terrified,
Of how every moment I feel my bones rub against my back

I am elated
The tears rush over my hollowed cheeks, blurring the sun in my eyes
They catch my breath and sweep it back to my mouth, back where it belongs

Yes, I'm terrified of what I've become
But after traversing land after land of darkness, I can finally say

I really and truly do not want to die.
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