Never softest as dropping down, seeping in, mingling in quiet dust, knowing wind will make it all rise.

Never softest as her smile after crying,
stilling hummingbird
in eye of storm.

Only God's love can heal the world.

mountain forest
forest gods
riches of nature
with life-giving blood

iron maiden
working tall
evolving era
behind walls

mountain forest
sacred find
spirit guardians
home of the wild

iron maiden
steel kites
guns and sharps
aiming the head of nature's right

mountain forest
fangs of boars
blessed by deer god
hear no roar

iron maiden
standing tall
a fire to devour
has overtaken nature calls

mountain forest
forest gods
and spirit guardians
no longer in resting hands

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an old man was singing
under an old Banyan tree,
''Where did all
the time go''
class of wise coming clean from the slime
the youth of energetic pure unstained prime
charter so strong to privilege your time
and beauty making a beautiful old rhyme
all prizes and punishment nor a crime
an old man was singing
under an old Banyan tree,
''Where did all
the time go''
''Now
I want to live again
in that time, in my rhyme''

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Kaya naman ginawa ko'y hinanap siya
Nang matagpuan, ako'y naging masaya
Inalam ang mga detalye tungkol sa kanya
Nalaman kong iniidulo din pala siya ng iba.

Feathered and wet, I wept and wept
Upon the shore's more sodden and
Unstable land (beyond the sand the boiled waves). With nothing left to give but tears; I stood and crept into the sea.

What man can measure a contented heart,
What flaw or unit can compare.
A new born child in gods eyes,
Yet the second born is equal fair.

Can a smith who bore a coal from the same fire, hold it up to compare its flaws,
And clearly state "this is the finer hume".
Without splitting the t'other in half and bearing witness to its internal splendour,
Bereft of mans judgement,
and finding both as equal yet from different views.

And such is life, and such is hard to truly measure or judge a contented heart from the outside as men cannot see all entire as god alone can see.
As it has and always has been,
When he draws a stone from his eternal fire, and happy with the outcome casts it out onto a new uncharted foreign shoor.

====================
Your
touch
just
soft
cotton
bud
spreads
over
my hard body
but rejuvenate
my mind and soul

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

A soft sigh escapes my lips
My fingers run around across the sheets
Of a springy bed
This home is not a home
As things are thrown
And screaming is heard through the walls
And I can feel my mother crying
And my little sister clutches onto me
Asking me why daddy's mad.
I have to be strong for her
I can't let her know that our father
Isn't all there.
"He's just tired," I tell her
And sing her a lullaby
In small hopes that when she grows,
She won't remember theses days and
That our father will be okay...