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...

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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~~~

ma ma
i am counting your *******...

Jasmine is dancing with you grandfather...

...یاسمن با شما می رقصد پدربزرگ

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why we love flesh so much?
forgetting the eternal Soul
what is wrong with our goal?

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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

my sister having no flower
to make love with her watercolors...


خواهرم گلی ندارد
...در آمیزشی با آبرنگ هایش

God has a heart too
I want my red heart
My necklace has a heart

...خدا هم قلب دارد
من قلب قرمز رنگم را می خواهم
گردن بند من قلب دارد

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Explorer wants to
know his destination through
veins of the palm leaf

~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Bumble bee
You buzzed into my life
And everything i used to be
Became so sweet like a mermaid at sea
You made everything fadeless
You wrote rhymes into me like a poem
Played my heart like a musical notes
Set my heart ablaze
And left me dazed like a youth who is Crazed

Bumble bee
You occupy space
Though you wrote my agony in syllables
You make me describe your absence in parables
You wrote your name in my heart
Now i bleed blue
I bleed you
If i choke on love
I'll need you
But every time i look
You're gone
Gone and left me like a stream flowing in tears
Bumble bee
You promised to Blossom
I let your flower grow in me
I kept you in my *****
So you can bloom
The love was there
But you never had time to see
I planted my emotions right into you
Even though i can't mend my heart
With plastic tapes
I'll sit here and wait
So one day you can come in to stay
Forever with me

by Joey Percival Ikechukwu

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Happy kids enjoy
to make and break sand castles,
then play with sea waves

by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Boo...
You left my garden without flowers
Left my face in tearful showers
Make the minutes seem like hours
You made it gloomy in the skies
Made me bereft of smiles

Boo...
You left when my future seems brightest
Said goodbye
When our love seem sweetest
Only that you refused to say,
when what we had
Became tightest

Boo...
You made me feel the feelings of feeling a mutual feeling
You made me watch the seas
Wishing you could appearing by me
So we could lay on the sunset,
till the sun decides to die

Boo...
If you have gone with the seas
My tears
Can sail a ship
Only If I would find you again

by
Joey Percival Ikechukwu

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While going you ask me, May I go
Now you tell me, What should I reply?
Seeing you going, I feel like the fire of
My own lamp is burning my home, I'm shocked.

Some may recite a sad song or play on flute
But now my own mind does not belong to body
As your spirit do not own your body, but
Wasting water on a withered plant in the backyard

Just think the loneliness of the deserted journey
No partner in another way in the hot sand of weeds
There is no noise, but it is very difficult for the bird to fly
That a sun can hide in the sun in the burning sky

Life is not the same when you see the mirror alone
The veil lifts and you go away with the fast breeze
and the flesh of young fruits prompt to the breast
Now you do not even support yourself to as water in palm

I know many stories and tales of Laila Majnoo, Heer Raanjha
But, when dude is in the aspect, so, where to find the moon
I wanted to swim with you in an ocean of unlimited abundance
Not swimming in swimming pool, what is kept in river or ponds

Have you thought anything about your better half before going
It seems as you have deprived me of my light, lamp and oil of life

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

i do not have my father's bike

why are there always two lines between the lips ?!

i do not ask my mother !!


من دوچرخه ی پدرم را ندارم
چرا همیشه دو خط میان لب هاست !؟
!! از مادرم نمی پرسم

Naked at the back
My sister didn't know how to
dance ballet
***** passing through the small yellows
reminding me of the greenness of the park
glittering in my eyes
Will I loose my dreams ?
It's not delightful
Not delightful as the sliding from a slide
With no grass
Your hair used to be blonde
I don't laugh
My sister didn't know how to dance ballet
Forgive me mum
I've lost my drawing book...
Colored pencils cannot be painted
My hair was not blonde
My doll never has eyes

...از پشت لباسی ندارد
خواهرم بلد نبود باله برقصد
سبزی پارک را به خاطرم می اندازند
وقتی توپ ها
از زردی های کوچک می گذرند
در چشمانم می درخشند
خواب هایم را گم خواهم کرد!؟
لذت پایین آمدن
از سرسره ها را نمی دهد
چمن ندارد
موهایت روشن بود
من نمی خندم
خواهرم بلد نبود باله برقصد
مامان
منو ببخش
دفتر نقاشی ام را
...گم کردم
مداد رنگی ها رنگ نمی شوند
موهایم روشن نبود
...عروسک من که هیچوقت چشم نداشت

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My love, I need your companionship, so never say, no'',
I have few friends but world is full of enemies, you know
Whenever you like come as night or day but never to go
I become fountain of satisfaction when your words flow

You are my partner of whole life encouraging my stars
Your love gives eyes to night sky and not a cupid's war
You are celestial fate crossing sighs morphed into love
Your goddess eyes look after family as hands in glove

I want you to remain in my life, sublime power of a spirit
I love your physical body, you and sacred soul on merit
Let me tell, intimate touch is a bridge of kisses to inherit
Art of living I learned from while for kids you woolen knit

I am nothing without you and your touch makes me wise
I have many issues but I don't say, ''no'' my beautiful eyes
You have been more than a Guru to me, So I can't say no
Some believe in story of a movie some think Life is a show

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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it's our habit
to believe
in dream
and waiting to know
the password
turning dream
into ground reality
since
miracles happen every day

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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Just been walking through natural beauties
pretty face carry to get pass our securities
compared the weight of beauties and
the gravity of duties
stems of tree branching with seeds, sticky and fruities,
I love warm faces of our children very cuties

~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

I met a lady today
Whose face I see in my dreams
Her name is fortune
She wears a beauty that men and
gods becomes confuse

Her virtue is like a torrential river
With an enraging eye and behavior
Her nose inundates the lowland
Her breast brings down trees and buildings

She creates havoc when she passes
Her legs cleanse the land on one bank
And deposit debris on another
Many flees to her direction

As she calms a heart as levees
She drifts heart in stormy weather
Makes you think she is yours
Her deceptive lips makes you hers

As she tease you with glaring beauty
you succumb to her desire hoping she
gives a hand, but she takes the help
for her advantage as she sauntered
away into the dark with her beauty

Written 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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Try to do today something, which you have never done before
May be a mischievous act of nosy, posy or cozy, less or more

Remember a bud has a lot of pain in expanding to be a flower
But that's the real energy she inherited from the seedling hour

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Saracen swords pierce in my eyes
Tears flow like sparkles of words
Forming tributary paragraphs
Without commas and full stops

Into the stomps of libya I stand
As my blood flame the desert
The water of Mediterranean sea
Become the seven plaque

Firstly i drink the blood of chicken pox
Exchanging for oil to finance my war
I am wheel carted on chariot of chains
When will my fate turn against the tides

The sea of smuggling turns heap
Of unclot blood I wish to gather
The remnants of dust for peaceful burial
Corpse revolts interment on soil back

The vultures refuses the carrion
For it is marked slavery o libya
Your hands stench with blood
your eyes filled with blood

The shores of libya stain with blood
Your land is a bloodstream
I want a drink from it
The blood in my eyes won't allow me

My vein flows octupus prowess
to devour to devour my chains
Into freedom i cry as blood flows
o earth can't you hear me?

Written by
Martin Ijir

The pictures on watercolors
seems happy
My mom's scarves don't dance
with me...

تصویر آبرنگ ها شاد است
...روسری های مادرم با من نمی رقصند

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Wind moves
Pendulum
To and fro
Time grows

Why to cry over split milk,
Dead and gone
Needs and wants
Know everything settles one day

Wind touches
Innocent
Memories
Of childhood snowfall

Blissfully deaf
Music is dream but
Dance mesmerizes real delight

I smell
winds fragrance
Testing mettle
Weaving of my intricate embroidery

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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Fragrance of today
enough to live a whole life
smelling Rose in thorns

by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Come on everyone it is time to go
For our soul will face eternity song
As our strength waxes in pain
We have to be a garland in other's throng
As foxes devour our eyes as did lion

Come on everyone it is time to go
Where social strata and color
Of our skin does not matter
For our religion is buried on the marsh
In this our strength makes us fresh

Come on everyone it is time to go
For our dress shall become sullen as a snow
The best company is strange faces we befriend now
As familiar faces envy my mosaic prowess
As the disregard my plan and hinder the progress

As they stay aback in the land of slavery
For we have no place to reside but be in liberty
Our chrysalis body wipe the blood from our palms
As we sing redemptive songs as David psalms
Come on everyone it is time to go

We shall march in the wilderness of joy
Sweating in sorrow as we build our city
For our wall is build for humanity sake
We solely deserved this without water or cake
Come on everyone it is time to go

We have found a new land
Where God reside with love
For our soul will sing eternity songs
A songs that are undying as hallelujah hymns
Wherewithal our body becomes as cave

Our lips shall sing till earth's evil wall crumble down
For the water shall baptised us as crystal gem
Our dying hope shall grow like date Palm
As stars shall show us the path at night we won't be drown
Come on everyone it is time to go

For moon will provide meal at the day
The magic others abstain shall we practised
The wisdom our father's deprived shall we embraced
For our land shall waxed as honey everyday
Come on everyone it is time to go

A paradise of love our land nourish
Spreading its wings as eagle unleash
Eating the spoils that will habits our land
As peace spray so all embraced
Come on everyone it is time to go

We have found a new land
Where our soul will face eternity song
As our strength waxes in pain
Our social strata and color does not matter
Come on everyone it is time to go

Written by
Martin Ijir

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!

How long will I be happy
That I am alive
When injustice
Corruption
and
Unemployment
Deprived me of living

I am a living death
For I am a tool of dependency

How long will I be happy
That I am alive
When I cant cater for my life

When my fellow mortals
Cheat and deprived me
Of better live as they trade
My soul on poverty lines

It is better to die
than to fiend on
Path of long pains
Hoping everyday hope
that never comes

Accomplishing nothing
By inflicting pains
To fellow beings
and nature as well

Written by
Martin Ijir

A groggy momentum
Strawberry moon
Anonymous wind
Fearing the ocean
Foggy windows
Lost the birds

by
Jean C Bertrand

Live torn love apart
Into sandcastle bridges
I am hurt deeply
And filled with air
Sun of shores gritting
My heart I am falling
Gradually into loan of depth soil
I am haunt by loneliness, I need you
To water me to germinate me
So i am a root
into a tree
that bears fruit
Your fruit

Written by
Martin Ijir

Kiss me deep now my lady
As my tongue roll into yours
It releases flares of fire in your eyes
Oh ! I'm lost in you

Touch my body I reply
Onto my body she climb
As I feel her femininity scent
Smear of ******* scream

Her voice releases in my ear
As this love play won't end
Oh, take me !
Deep I wanted you into me

It's first time we make love
As rain pours upon the roof
So I break the jinx of your purity
Yes, there's pain but sweet pain dear

As you enter me
Everything become so calm and sweet
As we sob in love
Oh, sighing as the thrusting goes in and out

Heaven paint our mind
In black and white
That's the secret of holy of holies
Where mortal procreate their kind in love

Written by
Martin Ijir

Her hips drive me crazy
Ebony skin radiant like sun on ocean
Penlike nose affixed glittery rings
Her beauty shines in my heart
Making me be a moon in her heart

And a sun in her breast
Into me I wish you're
For I am enchanted with beauty
It enthralled my wild imagination
As request of love daily pursue me

Into a grazing field I graze like cattle
Being selective breaks divine rule
So I want to embrace all at once
But I wish to be with you always
For you mark my heart with scars

As a tattoo your name engrave
Hold on in this sun romance
I see sparks of stars in your eye
Yes the eye of your heart
Adore me o queen of beauty

For your heart is so softy
And your name so flowery
Never will you fade
But be a shadow shade
Upon me in days of yore

You're my brew inspiration
And my **** for unending notion
Let me smoke and drink you
So my heart feel love adoration

Written by
Martin Ijir

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I was born in an independent free democratic country
With all the constitutional freedom to write, speak, hear and share
Poetry is my meditation, the every breath of my life
I write in the vicinity of my Goddess of Knowledge
But my words are edited by editor while being published
I recite my latest poems in the hall of poets
Where my friends complain about the illegal use of words
Which they can't digest so ask me to replace them as per their choice
They just hear my poems so that I should listen to them in turn!

Mutual sharing is just based on need and greed among our friends
Not on the quality, mission or vision but jealousy and discrimination
It pained me to do so, but it was needed for my personal uniqueness
So I thought to withdraw from them with a heavy heart but ease of Grace
Since I want my regular breath of life and not a constant suffocation

Poetry is my meditation, not an act of theater
Which may be changed as per public demand
By adding a comedian or a villain
To increase the rating of the show

I want to write my poems as I can enjoy them from my heart
Without the worldly audience
And I can recite them to me, to myself
In the company of my Goddess of Knowledge
Who really listen to me, and guide me to write better

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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some
are
sometimes
flower
and
fragrance
i can be both
at the same time

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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elegant eyesight
looking for guidance in life
White blossoms of the pear

~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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O My Old age
You remind me an Indian Couplet
''In my Youth
The sweat of my body was fragrant
But now in my old age
I use different perfumes
And there is no fragrance

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...

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Peace begins with a smile
On the long road transfers fear and guile
Smile is sacred not the hypocrite's wile

~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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How fast the day ends
Evening comes and morning blend
I always thought of you as a child
Forgetting that I have become old
I enjoyed playing with you in noon
As you are playing with your son
How fast the day ends

I wanted to give you much thought
Different ideas your teacher brought
Cup of honey, flowers, fruits, sought
How fast the day ends

Used to Kiss your face to make you smile
Touch your soft cheeks to make you smile
Frisk, frolic, flutter front to make you smile
Giggle, gimmick, gallant acts make you smile
How fast the ends
Evening comes and morning blend

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Let me touch your body and make love to you slowly
Where wild romance sigh makes us heavenly
Let tears of love flow as the feeling ran so deep
So our love be an endless rendezvous

Spasming charms of rhythmatice flow tore by ****** pore
Where my first ******* breaks the lore
So my lips **** yours fusing endless breath
As i kiss you goodbye and awake you in a virginity purity as my wish death

Let me see star in your face and heaven in your ****
As i surrender to your sacred sigh
You awaken my deep sleep of ****** ignorance
As it begins to burst like brilliant luminance

Please touch my face kiss me so lovely
My tears of joy swell so gently
I am but human to feel love and dare
With you alone I want to get my fair share

Martin Ijir

The land is soaked with blood
The sand is soaked with tears
Oh
How many barrels of blood must be spilled
to know that so many souls are gone?
How many basins of tears does it take
to have more than enough tears?

I am the voice of the little child
crying in the wilderness
I want to caress the flowers that spring
out of the ground of my homeland
I want to watch the ripples when rain falls
I want to play with my mates on the sand
along Chu Ngoke street
I want to sit at home and watch my parents
returning from a bountiful yam harvest
I want to stand at the playground and watch the
traditional wrestling
I want to hear the sounds of Egelege and Egoni
talking drums reminding me of yesterday
and a great future ahead
I want to chase away goats from eating the
maize in my mother's garden
I want to open my mother's ***
and pick a meat out of the soup
I want to see my homeland
Sweet little home of ours
Please take me back to Alode
Please take me back to Alode

I am the voice of a man
Whose hope lies in shackles
Whose homeland lies in broken images
A town deserted and forgotten
I am tired of begging for crumbs
When my barn is filled with yam
Mudskippers can still be found in our swamps
Please take me back to Alode
I don't want to die in another man's land
I want to die in Alode, somewhere in Eleme
I want to be buried near the grave of my father
and see my ancestors usher
me home with a shining crown
Take me back home
Take me back home

Take me back to Alode
Let me see beautiful women that
toss about the streets
Let me admire their buttocks
Let me stare at their *******,
those two round objects protruding out
of their clothes, ******* that
could make me feel like a child again
Let me kiss Nyime Owa Eleme, that beautiful
lady of my dream
Let me lay her down on my bedside and
make life worthwhile
I want to go back home and see
the sunshine with it's illuminous rays
and the tender droplets of the rain
Oh Please take me back to Alode
Please take me back to Alode

Take me back to Alode
Let me touch your borders
From Alesa to Ogale
From Echieta to Onne and
From Ebubu to the Onu Nmu where they say
the hands cannot reach
I want to touch the land of Alode
I want to touch the Eleme soil
I want to touch the soft green grasses of home

Written by
Jonah Okpabi

Oh Lady
Don't ever leave my childhood hand
Since a palm tree is not a good sign
to reach home
I've just marked one tree out
Oh Palm
We've been lost
So old palm
Don't ever leave my loneliness hand
Since a glance is not a good sign
to find the Lady
I've just marked one look out

Written by
Keikavoos Yakideh

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none alone you wait for dawn
see buds took the pain to blossom


flowers unable to bear now
the weight of their own youth


so they decided to come down
and kissed gently the green earth


let our thoughts vanish as dew
in the morning sun to see the color of the sky

~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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Some live in heart
Some live in art
Some live in words
Some live in swords
Some live as your part
All are destined to depart

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

i love flowers
when i am greeting between two mountains...

من گل ها را دوست دارم
...وقتی بین دو کوه سلام می کنم

i love my pink eye shadow
when the rain comes...


سایه ی صورتی ام را دوست دارم
...وقتی باران می آید

Happiness spasm my tired bone
Offshore of sea picnic zone
Spreading love tentacles of blissful moments like ozone
I spray layers of happy day

The setting sun shines in my heart
Bringing soothing relief of love day
Upon river of time I await my undying love
As I delft in waves of radiating sun
So I ball in dance, dinning gown

Waiting for your spins of love words
Where elements witnessed our enchanting talks
Upon our heart its stalk
Making moments bliss with unending joy
At the sand of sea we dance walk

Tongues of kisses
Break the silence
And our heart rises
In love waves


Martin Ijir

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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~~~

When my hands were feeling
jealous of the fondling of the grain field,
I was being satisfied by each tree
Thinking of water...
It has free thought
I love my always naked body in it

وقتی دستانم
به نوازش گندم زار
حسادت می کرد
من با هر درختی ارضاء می شدم
...می اندیشم به آب
فکری آزاد دارد
تن همیشه لختم را درآن دوست دارم