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I love the flute playing and its melodious notes
Many things, Radha Krishan and Holy quotes

My mirror of actions is as clear as Time
For Spring is crowned with Love prime

And beauty makes a wishful waiting rhyme
With an untouched classical harp and chime

Lord made world with song of showers blessings
Cool breeze, sunshine and fair flowers refreshing

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Have you seen her
Butterfly
Have you seen her
Please don't cry
Have you seen her
In paradise
Have you seen her
River shed no tears
Have you seen her
Flashing in sky
Have you seen her
Angels don't lie
Have you seen her
O sweet butterfly
Full moon be delight
Honey sky in paradise
Words can not be explain
O butterfly kisses
Kisses kisses kisses
Kisses kisses kisses

by
Jean C Bertrand

In there is semi lurid warm and dark
Thoughts pounding and gushing out with forces of momentum
Calmness inject solitary rest
Restitution of mind rerun light test

Temptation as rats, and rodents accompanied my companion
Unsolicited ****** bats *******
Relationship despise my sixfoot death row

Guffaw haunted voice echoed roaring
Cut by the gate closed, banging sound deafening
Makes fear wrestle boldness

Moreover in here am dead and forgetten in outer world
I have seen millions of orion light passed
Relatives and friends despise me for I speak the voice of truth
Better he lay there ant rot

My skin turns gholish white like a ghost
I give up my body and dance with my soul
I am a blessed soul enlightened with amethyst truth
My unwashed clothes are feed with snow detergent

And my waxing bone strong with rays of dark terruric energy trap
My sun never settle it shines
Eclipse of moon provides transculent illumination as I see divine
Flying high into a realm of self enlightenment in my death row as truth tow me
into a free being

by
Martin Ijir

My mom is kind
I want the sky either
In my room, I draw birds
I love your small eyes
I love my mom's hands
I play with mommy's scarves
I can feel the smell of her bag
I remember my childhood dresses
She bought me colorful shoes
somedays
Our hands reach the sky
I hold my mom's hand in my tummy
I'm pregnant with my mom's hands
Mommy is not like granny
And I'll like my mom's ******* in a ****** relation


مادرم مهربان است
من هم آسمان می خواهم
من پرنده ها را در اتاقم نقاشی می کشم
چشم های کوچک تو را دوست دارم
دست های مادرم را دوست دارم
با روسری های مادرم بازی می کنم
بوی کیفش را هنوز احساس می کنم
لباس های کودکی هایم را به یاد دارم
بعضی از روزها برایم کفش های رنگارنگ می خرید
دست های ما به آسمان می رسد
من دست های مادرم را در شکمم نگه می دارم
من دست های مادرم را حامله ام
مادر من شبیه مادربزرگش نیست
و من
در رابطه ای جنسی
...سینه های مادرم را دوست خواهم داشت

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For old boys
And new boys
I forgot to have a body
And a husband
But I lived
My beautiful ordinary life
Created with writing
With the help of your pen

In Sunless sea
We painted a scene
Then filled it with sound
And smell of our intimacy

And at last in death of a stranger
Tantalizing puzzle
The secret of the Monk's past
Dramatically revealed the Nirvana

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

in the pink room
i left my water-colors

Shocks of ecstasy arouses
My demurring face as a camel
Walking into the storm of desert

The undulating paths swing in agony
As we embraced the brim of Niger sea
The journey to the point of no return

Gnarled us and crooked us in a shackles
Of chained poverty and shared corruption
Locked in a **** of one man's handbags

We still imbue courage as we walk
On the greenish infertile land
Control by family, friends and concubines

Woe to our stool of mystery
As we hope the secret of better life
relies on a selected messiah

It is I, it is we and it is you
That must prevail to slaughter
What imprison us

With a cast of casking ***
The long queues of twenty nineteen
Where our drunken journey ends

Written by
Martin Ijir

Knitting your muffler
As childhood...
Your black dress smells of me
I can't see the white jasmine flower without you...
"You are a jasmine flower yourself"
"My jasmine flower..."
Oh, my sweet little friend !
Play with me
In the glimpse of childhood memory
Wanting your shoes
Crying to the sun...
Cut my black hair
Turning to a balloon for you
Reaching to the city of you...

شال گردنت را می بافم
...مثل بچگی
پیراهن سیاهت بوی مرا می دهد
نمی توانم گُلِ یاسِ سفید را بی تو ببینم
"تو خودت گُلِ یاسی"
..."تو گُلِ یاسِ منی"
!دوستِ کوچک و شیرینِ من
به یاد بچگی
با من بازی کن
کفش های تو را می خواهم
تا آفتاب گریه کنم
موهای سیاهم را بِبُر
بادبادکی برای تو می شوم
...به شهر تو می رسم

I stand with all those who fought for just cause
I give my ink to solidify their spirit
And energized their body and soul
I support their long walk to freedom

And hope they spread like dandelions
Drinking bowful water to quench their thirst
Which shall be hitchfree from slave guards
Please I need water to drink just a drink

I came from a community water is scarce
It is a trading commodity sold with pence
Dirt mud dances as we fetch
Alum so expensive only few can perch

We leech as fly just to get a drop
Ragging with thuds of defiance soul
Carry their cattle to drink the spring as a spoil
****** situation it turns and boil

As blood spreads so we drink
I need a water as a sink
Please come to my community and make a drill so we wouldn't be sick
In long run life it will save and stalk

Give a simple drop so we can cook
For years I feed on fruits that are poison
Cut in diseases of fluke worms
And guinea worms drag for a feed

They chase for spaces as they soul rely
I am a living dead my body reply
Waiting for last drop perhaps it may revamp as it rain
My foreclosure day might be dark

Please a water might sing thousands of song
For if I give my soul away I hope my message will reach many and touch their hearts to give us a drop as gong

by Martin Ijir

𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠,
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠
𝐼𝑛 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑓...
𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑡ℎ
𝐼 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛;
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑡ℎ
𝑊𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑒;
𝑂ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑛
𝐻𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑎...
𝑊ℎ𝑜 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢?
𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖
𝑊𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑠ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑑
𝐼𝑛 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠...
𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑑𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔?!
𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛
𝑀𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑠ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑑...

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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~~~~~~~

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And once the storm is over,
you won't remember
how you made it through
A fool hath no delight
in understanding,
but that his heart may
discover itself,
The words of a
man's mouth are as deep waters,
and the wellspring
of wisdom as a flowing brook

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Everything emptying
Emotions burn still
Life twisted into a Rubicon drill
Things started fading

As a leaves deprived by sun to live
My sojourn end with no laurels
Instead silence stare at me
As ocean turns dry

Sand swallow my body
I saw my spirit traversing
Into a narrow way of glowing incense
Many adore the smoke in a round hut like goddess appeasement

The quest was full of hatred
As my body was stinking
And decaying on termites parvenu
My alluring body gives in to earth deceit

by Martin Ijir

Mummy with long hair
The sun white
I had been laughing
My hands in her hands too small

موهای مادرم بلند بود
خورشید سفید افتاده است
من خندیده بودم
...دست هایم در دستش کوچک بود

She saw the white planes as paper planes
She was expecting falling stars from them
Where was her baby doll ?
She combed her black hair...
Dressed in red...
How beautiful you look
Wish your earrings were mine
Now, you are sleep
send me your dreams
My mother's lullabies could not make me go to sleep
You are now free
Barefoot as far as you want
Run
Jump
Scream
Others do not have feet and hands...
They want dust...
To dance for them
To wear beautiful dresses  
They were pink...
Where was her baby doll ?
I did not know when she was pregnant
I did not see her white pregnant belly
She was showing the balloons from the distance
She brought you a sister
Where was her baby doll ?
Dream
You can dream
Painting boats
You are sliding on the clouds
Looking for your butterflies
Your brother lost your head
He could recognize your necklace
Dragonfly was flapping her wings
He was waiting for the stars
They are not crying anymore
I was watching you from the glass frame
I do not know the reason for their dance and joy
That they have coins
When they talk about you, it is in films or written words
Where was her baby doll ?


هواپیما های سفید را
موشک کاغذی می دید
منتظر بود برایش ستاره بیندازند
عروسک اش کجا بود!؟
...موهای مشکی اش را شانه کرد
...لباس قرمزاش را به تن کرد
...چه قدر شما زیبایید
کاش گوشواره هایت مال من بودند
!!! تو که دیگر خوابیده ای
خواب هایت را برای من بفرست
با لالایی های مادرم خوابم نمی برد
تو دیگر آزادی
پا برهنه  تا هر جا که خواستی
بدو
بپر
جیغ بکش
...بقیه دست و پا ندارند
...خاک می خواهند
برایشان برقصد
لباس های قشنگ بپوشد
...صورتی باشند
عروسک اش کجا بود !؟
نمی دانم کی حامله بود
برآمدگی شکم سفیدش را ندیدم
که از دور بادکنک ها را
نشان می داد
برای تو خواهر آورده بود
عروسک اش کجا بود!؟
خواب ببین
تو می توانی خواب ببینی
قایق ها را رنگ می زنی
سوار بر ابرها
سرسره بازی
می کنی
...دنبال پروانه هایت می گردی
برادرت
سرت را گم کرده
گردنبندت را می شناخت
سنجاقک هنوز داشت بال می زد
منتظر ستاره هاست
دیگر گریه نمی کنند
من از قاب شیشه ای شما را می دیدم
معنای رقص و شادیشان را نمی دانم
که دیگر سکه دارند
وقتی از شما حرف می زنند
که فیلم
یا نوشته باشد
عروسک اش کجا بود!؟

Story books
Grandma belongs to the story book!!
My face is not being painted
Handsome dads does not get angry
And when will my small ******* grow?
I didn't know
Dad may not talk about the way
he kissed my mom's lips.
Who was Jasmine?!
Where is my Nastaran?
How can I convince these people
that I'm mad
That there are many colorful
skies behind the moon!!
And I'm not that beautiful six year old girl
With the brunette skin
Skinny body
Black hair
Sloe-eyes
Looking for the thousands of rainbows
Are the girl's names pretty?!
The notebooks are not being painted...
A balloon was crying in my eyes
from every roof at summer.
I always have dreams with no flying
In this city the thousands of balloons,
fathers and mothers turn to giants
Eating the moon
Eating the wolf
Ignoring us
Fathers and mothers grow up
A man who sat on big switch in the city...
The actor got sick so soon
And the poet doesn't know when he has been chocked

کتاب های قصه
!! مادربزرگ مال کتاب قصه است
صورت من نقاشی نمی شود
پدرهای زیبا ناراحت نمی شوند
و من نمی دانستم سینه های کوچکم کی رشد خواهند کرد
پدر شاید نمی گوید لب های مادرم را چگونه می بوسید
یاسمن که بود!؟
نسترن من کجاست!؟
من چگونه باید به این مردم بفهمانم که دیوانه ام
!! که پشت ماه آسمان های رنگارنگ هست
و من دیگر آن دختر شش ساله ی زیبا نیستم
با پوستی سبزه
اندامی لاغر
موهای مشکی
چشم های بادامی
که به دنبال هزاران رنگین کمان می گشت
آیا نام دختران زیباست!؟
...دفترها نقاشی نمی شوند
از هر پشت بام
بادبادکی
در چشمانم
در تابستان
...گریه می کرد
من همیشه رویاهای بی پرواز دارم
در همین شهر با هزار بادبادک
پدرها و مادرها غول می شوند
ماه را می خورند
گرگ را می خورند
ما را نمی بینند
پدرها و مادرها بزرگ می شوند
مردی که در شهر تاب های بزرگ سوار بود
بازیگر زود مریض می شود
و شاعر نمی داند کی خفه شده است

Jasmine flower is beautiful
Mr. Keikavoos Yakideh

گل یاسمن زیبا است
آقای کیکاووس یاکیده

Evening,
The nice and warm wind of June...
it blows in the evening;
And it was spring...
You move my hair...
You move my skin...
You move my dress...
My dress comes alive;
It was spring...
And it is summer...
The two wheels of your childhood are colored...
Your eyes give olive...
Your eyes give olive...
Your eyes giving green olives...
I pick your berries;
The sun wakes up... ☀️
Your leaves wake up... 🌿

عَصر...
بادِ خوب و گرم خرداد...
عصر می وزید؛
و بهار بود...
موهایم را تکان می دهي...
پوستم را تکان می دهي...
پیراهنم را تکان می دهي...
پیراهنم زنده می شود؛
بهار بود...
و دیگر تابستان است...
دو چرخِ کودکي ات رنگی...
نگاهت زیتون مي دهد...
نگاهت زیتون مي دهد...
نگاهت زیتونِ سَبز مي دهد...
توت هایت را مي چینم؛
آفتاب بیدار می شود... ☀️
برگ هایت بیدار می شوند... 🌿

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You speak with a golden voice
To explore the tug of the unseen
On the visible fabric of our days
Leaving a kiss in a future space
For an exotic scent of lucid painting

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

𝐼𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑒
𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 - 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑛 -
𝐽𝑢𝑚𝑝𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑦...
𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 - 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑓𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑟𝑢𝑏 -
𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑-𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠...
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑢𝑝
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑢𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠,
𝐺𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠...
𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑖𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑡,
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑
𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒;
𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛...
𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑓𝑎𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑛?
𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐸𝑢𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑦𝑝𝑡𝑢𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒
𝐹𝑙𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢...
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒
𝐹𝑙𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢...
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐿𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑;
𝐵𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔...
𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑙𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠,
𝐹𝑙𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢...
𝑂ℎ, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒!
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑤;
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠...
𝐼𝑛 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑
𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠,
𝐼𝑛 𝑦𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑠
𝑃𝑖𝑛𝑘
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑑...
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑦𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑎𝑠
𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑠ℎ 𝑎𝑖𝑟
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑎𝑐 𝑗𝑎𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒,
𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑...
𝑅𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑤 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟,
𝑅𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑖𝑙...
𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑
𝑎 𝑏𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑙𝑦;
𝑅𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑒...
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑦
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑛𝑜𝑤,
𝑆𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠;
𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑎𝑡,
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠...
𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑛𝑜𝑤,
𝑆𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠;
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓
𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠...
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠...
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠...

They saw the world differently and portrayed it...

...جهان را جور دیگری دیدند و بر من تصویر کردند

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Life long relation
We should not cut
For the timely outburst emotion
Time will tell the difference
Who is wrong or who is right ?

Come, come relaxed
And extend the sun
On your mind balcony
To burn all the evils
Just to have nothing to loose

The trains are coming and going
But the railway station remains there
It never changes it's place
Is it wrong or is it right ?

We are going to end
By our own desired hands
Our mortal worldly life
Nobody comes forward
To give us a new life
Is it wrong or is it right ?

Time will tell the difference
Who is wrong or who is right ?

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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Relish, nourish and Cherish life
Wishes are many but want is one
nobody can replace what you have done
It's all in your mind if you think about it
everyone exists
but still, I feel to know your desire
if I came back
will you understand the depth of thoughts buried in my heart?

mermaid is bearing all the pressures of oceanic water
only to live better before her death
where have gone the rest of world
when I have so mush to breathe to live
where have gone all the songbirds
will you share the oxygen of your lungs
to save the gasping fish before death?

I love to ask you my each question
a pure mixture of prompts that can't take all the credits
since you are a hero to save their lives who come to you
will you teach me to your newborns to swim?

you may fight sharks
but kindness sparks light to come on the surface
will your heart spreads for ice fishing and beer
auspicious sign of love for a cute hen who cannot fly nicely

so touch me not with hands and not with your fingers too
but touch me with your spiritual sacred heart
if I come back
will you understand the depth of thoughts buried in my heart?

memories of dreams often become forgotten in busy life
a nameless thing follows me around like worries of world war

on my mind, voices haunt with its lies like purple twilight
a group of sunset admires left alone in cold winter at a coast
glad you are still here as a brief on the lips of my wish

big dog loves the small dog happily and licks his face
will you forget the past to accept me, all we need is your love
because words are only fruitful if you make me smile brightly

look up the moon and realize how the stars are shining there
allowing each moment to flourish, relish, nourish and cherish life

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

I move the curtains
The sun is bright
Jasmine's body is fragile at night

پرده های اتاقم را کنار می زنم
آفتاب روشن است
تن یاسمن در شب نازک می شود

=================================
Be prepared for the worst, since Every story has not happy ending
So try to dance in the sun,
Wearing wildflowers in your hair
And enjoy each movement of existence
run, fun or done near or wide
because you can do, what you please
but do not forget the reality
What is hard can be ease
Remember ! you are a slave and
Ruler of your decaying body
You are a mixture of gold and bold
Everything perishes which blooms

~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

دوست دارم در خیابان ها برقصم
تو لب هایت را به من بده
من گوشواره هایم را می آویزم

i like to dance in the streets
give me your lips
i can hang my earrings

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

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If you could sleep on the way, in the garden of my soul
With your mute desires falling on my perfumed body

Then I'll turn into a bed sheet, letting myself covered
By sky of your undying soul, and i will keep engraved

All over the garden of my soul,,, It's a private property
Only for your heavenly footprints to enter at anytime

With your thousands of petal eyes of billion lighted hopes
Singing the never stopping free tune to perch my soul

I feel better to exist for you in senses with a flowing vibration
Since the souls met long before the bodies see each other

Like the film's flashback in the dark rooms of our souls
In spite of all worldly flaws, the divinity plays its true art

Come angelic panacea without any hindrance at any time
To become one, without any separation in my garden of soul

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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His words came from another planet
On the real lips of his worldly physique
So the smile betrayed her action
And hands reacted in slow motion
the film produced a thin line of lightening ray
Between the clouds of her hair and sky of his face-light
in the twilight of changing spring to autumn
but the sun and moon are coming regularly as usual
With A change in warmth and coolness
You can feel the difference at sight
Of lotus at dawn and dew of night

~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

O Africa delight in blissful glory
You alone mutate many colors
Your kindred bears in their skin
Only you possess this divine qualities

O Africa your voice will be lost without Nigeria
For her giant strides is comparable to none
Her waxing human resources
Is a straw to light up abundant natural resources

O Africa if Nigeria divide
Your voice become unheard
For it will be a festival of no guest
And the biscuit bone of aid will be no more

O Biafra agitators nature wants freedom
But the world makes us a voiceless being
Do you think you will be heard in the comity of nations ?
O Sudan tears of regrets ran-deep

For they are victim of circumstances
O Nigeria wield your marginal division
And beat your drums across vast water and land
Rising your voice to defend Africa qualities

O Africa your fate I fear as I envision
And heard from minstrel lute of God
So I pass my little words across
Nigeria a land that embraces all

Written by
Martin Ijir

Are you tired of killing us
Here I stand **** me
Are you tired of maltreating me
Here I stand devour me

How will you reap my flesh
How will you cook my bones
How will you drink my blood
How will you stop my tears

Here I stand presenting the cup of agony
The fountain of happiness flows as I revolt
Use my gift and fetch the drink for thyself
How sweet is the water I give

How bitter is my flesh to you ?
Did you eat my soul ?
Oh no! my soul is a brook of undying peace
Wallowing as daffodils adorned with loving gem

Exchanging hands of friendship beyond earthly rivals
Beyond your evilness and injustice
Your heart is oppressed by our thoughts
Wouldn't you drink our blood again

Wouldn't you **** us again?
Are you tired of your corrupt thoughts?
I thought you prefer to live in the dark
What makes love resides in your heart

Written by
Martin Ijir

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑙ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑙𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟,
𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒;
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙...!
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟,
𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒
𝐴𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑚 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑟...
𝑆𝑖𝑙𝑘𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑙𝑦...
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑒;
𝑂ℎ 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟!
𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑆𝑦𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐺𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦...
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑖𝑙...
𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛...
𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡...
𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑...
𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑎 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑒;
𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑟𝑦𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑢𝑚𝑠...
𝐹𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛...
𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒...

Games of hilly chase
Lizards playing in the field
Ploughing beds as we chant songs
In crescendo the singers pick, rising and falling

Nursery beds are laid and cover
Into a hut all round to eat
Resting with a local brew
Swear rustics life is fun

Communal cordiality it breeds
Love and compassion it shows
Peace and unity it arrests
Marriage of oneness it feeds

Deeds of others are attain to fastly
Hunting is made by all as they share equally
Praying to gods for a fruitful harvest
Deposing one who breaks the communal law

Everything is relative to all habitants of rustic life
In fun we play in the sun and run in the rain
In fun we dance on the hill and climb the trees
In fun we laugh to our civility backing all form of disunity

by Martin Ijir

in the name of God
golden suns...
i got married to your mother
because of you
the sun is still golden

به نام خدا
خورشیدهای طلایی
من به خاطر
تو
با مادرت ازدواج کردم
خورشید هنوز طلایی است

I was in tomb
Engraved with
Beauty I need to
find my way out
Out of the crystal gem
That enchant me

I am in your cocoon tomb
My tombstone needs to be rolled
So I resurrect at the sight of light
That encrust me in the quiet void
I need to encrypt my name in your mind

To unleash the rain in your heart
As I taste the buds that lies in you
You entice me in your tomb
As I stare at you life is beautiful

Written by
Martin Ijir

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When you're down and out
focus on Earth Sun, Ocean
open like a bridge

~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Its sun hot
Your wide sky blue
I see your star
Grandma has left her wedding dress
The girls
Their points dancing

خورشیدش گرم است
آسمان پهنت آبیست
ستاره ات را می بینم
مادربزرگم
...لباس عروسش جا مانده
دختران
...نقطه هاشان می رقصند

The slide is long
The swing is swinging
Your lips would be pink
My hair smells good...

سرسره دراز است
تاب تکان می خورد
لب های تو صورتی باشد
...موهایم بوی خوبی می دهد

Not coming out
Spring...
Except through
Your fingers ...
Through Your eyes ...
A rainbow,
arched over rice fields
frogs,
Start croaking...

I Become a mother ...
In A bright Sunny day ...

Illinois cornfield...
too many fireflies at once
too many fireflies...

Oh my little black star!
I know the grooves between your hands...
Smelling you Among my bright motherly clothes
Oh white and free lily,
In my June ...!
The butterfly’s
flaming wings
on the rim of the birdbath...
You are the
  Honeysuckle,
Blooming in the wind ...
You are a fetus,
You have not been
In my femininity
womb ...
O my flesh!
O my spring!
And O beyond my
cadaver...!
Rainbows dancing
Happily...
In the glitter of your eyes ...
Oh, my flower of the moon!

Instead of my eyes
there are sunglasses
The whole world will be colored...

به جای چشمانم
عینک آفتابی گذاشته ام
...تمام جهان رنگی خواهد شد

As you come closer to me
I feel the sun so closer to me
The heat is calm by the pearls of night
As volcanoes is extinguished by your warmness sight
Everything becomes transient as moon

For my heart follows heaven's mandate
As everything is chaotic in nature
Where is the sun early in the morning
When its shadow cast as deep in my heart
Hurricanes and earthquakes my heart will stand

Love stings in my heart as fire beetles
As I seek for the water that quench my thirst
The sun is up it is time for we go down
For thy sake I have no place to stay in the heaven
Nor on earth for peace and love resides in heart as light

Written by
Martin Ijir

We're passing
Passing through the long narrow roads
Together
Like a skirt with odorless tulips
On a bike
You are pedaling
My chin closed to your shoulders
I want to yell in your ear
I don't like my childhood
But you
The marry go round 's still
rounding in your eyes
Like the memory of the grilled maize
Hot and sweet
I turn
my back leaning on yours
Looking at the sky
The sun loosing its light on each tree one by one
And I ask :
The grandma hasn't told any
stories for a long time, has she ?
-no answer heard-
And you keep on pedaling
And I
Always suffering from the pain of ******
Send my regards to the crows
and tell them that the scarecrows
are not alone they just play roles
My doll has been sleeping since
the last time I heard my voice
-Lullabies matched with her dancing-
Say more
I'm happy
cos I put my head on the pillow
smelling my odor at night
-I'm happy-



می گذریم
با هم می گذریم
از جاده هایی باریک و بلند
چون دامنی که نقش لاله های بی عطر و بو را دارد
بر چرخی نشسته ایم
تو پا می زدی
چانه ام به شانه هایت نزدیک است
می خواهم در گوشت فریاد بزنم
کودکی هایم را دوست ندارم
ولی تو
هنوز در چشمانت
چرخ و فلک می چرخد
چون خاطره ی بلال ها
...داغ و شیرین
برمی گردم
در حالی که پشتم به تو تکیه داده است
به آسمان نگاه می کنم
خورشید
تک به تک
از درختان جا می افتد
)) : و سؤال می کنم
مدتیست که دیگر مادربزرگ قصه نمی گوید !!؟
هان !؟
-پاسخی نشنیدم-
تو به راهت ادامه می دهی و
من
همیشه از درد پریود رنج می بردم
از قول من
به کلاغان سلام برسان
و به آن ها بگو
مترسک ها تنها نیستند
خوب نقش بازی می کنند
از آخرین باری که صدایم را شنیدم
عروسکم به خواب می رفت
-لالایی هایی که با رقصیدنش کوک شده بود-
و باز هم بگو
خوشحالم
وقتی شب ها موقع خواب
سرم را روی بالشتی می گذارم
که بوی مرا می دهد
-خوشحالم-

The shore of Africa is holier than the west
Woodlands of sands flush the fertile sea
Drawing tentacles of colonial thieves
Drawing barbaric notions for terrorism

A weather that flecks pigments of all kinds
Alluvial plains of roses rise above Nile
Ebony texture full with agility
The color black resides in God

Carol of birds chants in my traditional hut
As crystal star light the still night
Our heart is holier than Vatican plight
As god is indoctrinated in extra might

The shore of Arabian gulf
Wields dome of bead of poverty
As the world cry in false mercy
It is the water that drunk our leader's self

As they toil in pilgrimage of self deceit
Followers ignites self discredit
Ready to die and empty self into any pit
They are by products of their fossil wealth

Written by
Martin Ijir

Oh my kind grandpa
I've drawn your eyes on the tall
branches of the trees


پدربزرگ مهربانم
من روی درخت هایی که شاخه هاشان بلند بود
چشم های شما را نقاشی کشیدم

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nymphomaniac
no, I am not but loves nymph
Childish mind's lust craze

~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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O my most unforgettable poem,
You are the strongest aphrodisiac
Thrilling me softly
Like wild butterflies
Believing in the goodness

Your lascivious words
Imbue high and low intoxication
Champagne kiss captured in mind maze
Enjoying the organized upheaval
I stumble and fall in love
With your silken intimacy

You are just like
My photograph in the frame
Brave half angel
Singing a song without a music

Words I need to express you
Come to me as a flash so easily
As they are needier to fit in you, my poem

Your silken intimacy made me weightless
To fall upon you and
I become your ultimate partner

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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War memorials
Statues of Peace face rage from
dawn to night daily


Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

And your neck is the dawn... 
And your neck is the dawn...
I will put your clothes on you;
  The call to prayer is raised;
I've woven the new adhan for you...
Like all your stories
And your shoes, my son...
All the buzz of branches and grape leaves are in your eyes...
And I will kiss...
All the white buds of sambac jasmine...
All the red buds of sambac jasmine...
From your heart...
your legs,
your arms,
Become golden...
The bud of the claw of your larynx turns green...
And your neck is
The tall white palm...
Your neck is the long rainbow...
For the butterfly to come through the walls...
For the coming of my flesh into your voice...

I love my notebook so much
My mom sewing Jasmine petals
My skirt dancing...
Why the home stories are not being published ?!
My poet may rhyme


من دفترم را خیلی دوست دارم
مامانم
گل برگ های یاسمن را به هم می دوزد
...دامنم می رقصد
چرا هیچوقت قصه های خانگی
در روزنامه ها چاپ نمی شوند
شاعر من
شعر بگوید

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My creator created me in his sun and moon
Hearing his words, the whole earth change its tune,

And he is so kind and caring to make my heart of steel
Cold and hard but not brittle, you may touch me and feel

Keeper of the house lives here calmly beneath the breast
So happy and cool is the sweet twilight peace of priest to rest

My heart of steel can blow through barricades like grenade
Protect and shield optimists, battle hymns, and hit parade

My creator made my heart in shining armor in appearance
Contorting bodies with physical and chemical interference

Hardship troubles and sorrow want to escape the pains of life
People may be left off being single but I live here with my wife

My heart of steel is as nonvolatile single diamond molecule
If any wrong or harmful

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~