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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~~~

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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~~~

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

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

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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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Winter snow, winter snow
Calm morning and Sun glows
Tender poems flow
Awakening of the third eye
Trade softly with the tranquility
Without disturbing the news of town
Inhale the peace lying on snow-laden branches
Exhale the pain to change the mood

Last minute kiss of the snowflakes
Unequivocal words of light
Ephemeral clouds looking the icicles on roof of my home
Sky sings in the sound of a few leaves

Kids make snowman
With a hat, muffler, and goggles
Protect from glittering winter snow

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Cold breeze drives away heat
Rays of sun makes cloudy weather to form
Sullen pains exist so sad
Traders wish a clear free weather
Farmers prefer a gloomy weather that nourish their crops

Lovers wish to clung to each other when the weather pour its tears
A poet wish to craft his words as dazzling mode gives mind unending words
Pilot wish a clear free weather to have a smooth flight
Everyone have always been hindered and influenced by a gloomy weather
As the weather makes one day

Written by
Martin Ijir

My love for you is heaven loose
Chasing me like a tempest breeze
Chasing feverish clime as a quiet sand
I am into you like moon in the sky

Bid and bond me in a blurred by
So I see the star that stir your heart
As I climbed the stairs ignition start
revving the engine of my heart

To publish your thoughts
As it looms me as ghosts
The holy grail thrill my soul
Like pomegranate I need you

Written by
Martin Ijir

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Cactus blooms in heart
like Lotus in mud of flesh
of my eternal soul

~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠
𝑇𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛
𝐼𝑛 𝑁𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟...
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦
𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑛𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒...
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒;
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑙𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑑;
𝐶𝑎𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔;
𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠...
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠;
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑚 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒,
𝐵𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑚 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒,
𝐵𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛...
𝐵𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒...
𝐵𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘...
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑢𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠,
𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠...
                            𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑒...
                  𝑀𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟...
               𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠...
                 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒...
𝑀𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑛,
𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑒...
𝑀𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑛,
𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑...

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When you opened eyes
I greeted you with a Smile
It was not your need
But essence of ''I''

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

The smell of your hair
Left on my hand
Colorful;
And after your soil,
I have no meaning
The long white tuberose stems...

بوی موهایت
مانده به روی دستم
...رنگی
و بعد از خاک ات
من معنا ندارم
...ساقه های سپید بلند مریم

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


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

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I always thought this is an end of my problems
Now I am free from all vicissitude of our quarrels
And there is a long peaceful halt before setting in
A new different unknown peak to scale with up chin

But the life writes its daily drama to earn bread
New unexpected things and events raise their heads
The young enters old age and old people go to heaven
Leaving me behind from unmarried to grandfather of seven

I always waited for a time to live in solitude
To write a novel and poetry of my innate attitude
But truth is every moment sings its own song
And many a time my words die on my tongue

Now I thank the wonderful mysterious nature
Who speaks her language to all creatures!!!

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

My love
My haters
My friends
Life is up and down
And never know who will despise me

Nevertheless whosoever never despised
Please this is my last wish
Bury me against the sun
For I have toiled under Sun

And it is my prison and agony
As my face sees it daily
Causing havoc in mortals heart
As we become living decaying beings
Without love and peace

Why then will I be judge by my captor?
Instead let my face be free and my back mock

My earthly captivity as I transit an empty path
Full with scornful faced mourners

Let requiem hymns of my poems be recite in joy
For I wean my words as I tame souls as a child
Breastfeeding them with milky words from the sky

Today as I sleep tell the world
The sun is my captor
And I am a free soul
As I laid against the sun

As I soul desire
Let roses and Jasmine sleeps closer to me
Let orchid and iris accompany me into the
courtyard where lotus of glimmering lily
Gives me immortality to light up a blazzonic sun

For my life has reached its predestined destination
Without strife I civiled myself into heaven's pearly gate

Written by
Martin Ijir

My mom sleeping in the mornings
Asleep in the mornings
Sitting in the car some days
Seeing the city in blue
I don't like the car seats
Smelling smoke and sweat
I Always vomiting in them as a child
Jasmine and mom
A mother and a daughter
Nastaran, a sister
I don't like scarves wearing by force
I love to live in a city having a sea...


مادرم صبح می خوابد
مادرم صبح ها خواب است
من بعضی از روزها در ماشین ها می نشینم
شهر را آبی می بینم
صندلی ماشین ها را دوست ندارم
بوی دود و عرق راننده را می دهند
وقتی بچه بودم
همیشه در آن ها استفراغ می کردم
یاسمن
و
مامان
یک مادر و دختر بودند
نسترن یک خواهر بود
من روسری های به زور نشسته را دوست ندارم
من دوست دارم
در شهری زندگی کنم
...که دریا داشته باشد

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Human nature actually wishes to grow better than before
Since man is born free under the sky or behind the door

Classic question comes what we recognize in many faces
Need to know why still a wide difference among the races

Wind of time is a song of moon for them to smell it in air
To accept the taste of true spices from a breath of sailor

For many a year, battles are fought but struggle is not over,
Some are awakened to realize they are kept under a clover

Our kids have gone their own way as chick starts a slower
Our wishes guided them on way before the music was over

Some uses pains as an art and memories as painting brush
Paint flows out of your heart in an Inspiration and a crush

I realize we wish to live without the weight of worldly fudge
To enjoy supreme gift of life to cultivate as sober as judge

We are no stranger here, ''Every heart sings a song incomplete
O my angel, until your heart whispers back to make it complete''

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Your voice giving a green palm
The pigeon,
Bringing branches from your heaven
Bringing from your trees and blossoms
I weave your branches
You will be my drees
You will be the sun and your leaves
Be a butterfly...
Take the shape of a butterfly...
Angels sing you a lullaby to sleep...

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Pick The Poetical Flowers
and Make them beautiful Necklace
From The Dusty Ground

by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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Love makes the bittersweet
And love makes the king slave
And love makes the dead alive
So make me your prisoner
In the prison of your palms
And in the end, I will get free,

Encircle my cheeks
With your palms so perfectly
leaving a small window
Through which I will see
The sky in your eyes

Lock the gates of your hand
With million locks
And when you are dissolved in me
Then you desire to free me
In that moment of freedom
I will give you a kiss on each key

That freedom will bind me
In your earnest soul
Thinking why I was away from you
For such a long time
And now never to go away
From this sour-sweet mixture!

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Fresh summer, fresh winter soar in agony
My heart bears grief as a delight song
Out of day and night my plight spray
Trembling in the blood of an innocent being
The joy that flown at night
Came back as sadness at day light
Soaring and roaring like seven market days
Feasting as I tried to reclaim my lost steps
O world, o time o life
I was standing here before

Written by
Martin Ijir

I've lost my fishes
My pottery fishes...

ماهی هایم را گم کرده ام
...سفال بودند

Your gloves getting colored
As the snowman getting melted


دستکش هایت رنگی می شدند
...وقتی آدم برفی آب می شد

i will fall again
i do not know the secret of fading flowers...

من باز هم سقوط خواهم کرد
...راز پژمردن گل ها را نمی دانم

Akin to birch moments I do recall we share
Under jocund tree our teeth smile
Sharing dreams of unfulfilled years
All of a sudden hysteria aired in my heart's ears

Love I have fade
Queries you drop turns like hade
Base of our love capside into sands
Of time as a bleaching detergent upon a cloak

Your pink color turns grey
And white turns black
Void of happiness becomes lighted sadness
Reason is you hurt my feelings

Sun I wish never ever shines
So stars twinkling marjoram in your heart
Piercing you so deep that you feel what I feel
And the venom spreads across your veins so you know how real my love is

Written by
Martin Ijir

Walk i in pallid weird dream
The sun was at its eclipse
Snow of ice flow in me as dead
I was confused at dream ream

Pinnacle of peak I stood in minaret apse
Everything emptying and collapsing in void pace
Many running away from self responsibility
Justice was stabbed lying dead facing impurity

Everyone seems to despise justice
On the pathway all look at injustice
Frowning at me, i was left to make a decision
The Samaritan clothe stains me with truth reason

Coming closer her countenance was a monster
Smirked of an epilepsy gushing out
I become **** dance in a wild romance Resuscitating her with my divine breathe

Giving up my breathe to bullet of injustice
For her sake as i get her clothe
I watch her resurrect and I die with smile
Horseman of life ride by rewarding me with abundant breathe that's unceaseable

by Martin Ijir

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Unplug is easier said than done thanks to social media, but
Caretake this moment
Immerse in present's particulars
Stop giving yourself needless trouble
Exert your Will-power to change negative into positive

Life is a practical battlefield
When you go to college
You learn to become better person
By knowing how to cope with, evil, vices, and needs

Yesterday's solution may not solve your today's question
Take help of parents and teacher
See everything with fresh mind

Think hard what you believe and stick to clear thinking
Make yourself confident person of clarity, and consistent
Nobody can hurt you unless you permit
Renounce external once and for all
Start practicing Self-sufficiency

Get off your phone, Facebook, Twitter
Talk to your own people for direct connection
Things happen, what you think and plan
The material is your life
No great thing is created suddenly
There is time
Give your best and always be kind

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

long winter
my mother wears
her mother's scarves

Written by
Goran Gatalica

Sweet companion as we always had
The balcony echoed talks as said
Our heart close-keep as we sings
Viewing the universe with wine praises
For we're going to be as less and lad

The summer vanish it is time to go
As my heart dwell as lonely house I know
Your presence furnish my cellar walls
And protect me against my ill falls
Only your heart embrace me as berries brow

Heal my footpath in thy breast shield
And prowl me as your mowing field
For I give my heart as an orchard copse
Waiting for you to reside and water my cups
In this I gain sanity for I shall be healed

The summer star shines at night
Tumble as black bat on my heart
**** the nectar to pollinate a being
As I embrace you as my endless ring
Your thoughts chase me as a ghost

Written by
Martin Ijir

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Amy was told while growing that
Present moment is not enough
Heaven is far away place experienced only after death
But Amy knew to germinate seed of paradise on palm
So told the world to take lies somewhere else
She weaved the secrets to select

Be ocean to carry the Universe
From golden sand
Opportunity knocks only once,
Work plays on the doorbell

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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Fragrance of Jasmine
makes me unconscious as Bee
in the cup of Lotus

~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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my poems speak the truth
they are gold and do not glitter

my words are mechanics and fitter
cleans the room of heart and clear the litter

some are short as a diamond, some are long as an arrow
but they all make my readers independent and not to borrow

but in this world are living good and bad people from all the races
they try to catch the fishes and never misses to crush the marrow

some **** the birds to eat but some loves the sparrow
some destroy the crops but some plants the seed in the furrow

So an arrow should be in accordance to strike from the bow
we need everything in life, so keep an eye on grass and the cow

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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My head is resting on your flower
Your hands do me velvet shower,
Your heartbeat is melodious murmur
Your warm lap raises my clouds tower

Your presence fill my empty space
No need, no want no desire remains
Nothing absent in your elegant grace
Your smile enriches me all the gains

Your touch makes me like your hue
True sunshine reflects in morning dew
Both of us are mingled to become blue
In your body blanket, I am not I but You

You transforms me what I am not but you
In your body blanket my soul becomes you

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

morning silence
disappearing slowly
into staccato rain

Written by
Ute Sonja Medley

Today is my mom's birthday
I bought her golden floral earrings
Her earrings, white
My eyes, white
Her womanly body, white
Having nothing
Me
My mom
My grandma
And my sister
Will have wedding dresses
Elephants have big testicles too


امروز تولد مادرم است
من گوشواره های طلایی گل دار برایش خریدم
گوشواره هایش سفید بود
چشمان من سفید بود
اندام زنانه اش سفید است
...هیچی ندارد
من
مادرم
مادربزرگم
و خواهرم
لباس عروس خواهیم داشت
فیل هم بیضه های بزرگ دارد

The chair is sighing
The walls walking
The mirror feeling sick of my ugly face
That curtains are annoying too
I don't see the windows in the
silence that chocks the sparrows
The trees has made me a prison
My dreams are long
Longer than the shadows and
with their lappets I'll sew a dress
Its buttons up to my eyes .
An afraid balloon may be plays
with the hands of a child in the distance
And the victim would be a lady
tomorrow letting go all her
childhood in hands of the wind
I look at my future...

1- I love to be in the arms of a man
In the hands has not touched any
woman's breast

2-I see a pregnant lady coming
down the stairs not thinking of her tomorrow
lullabying for the dolls
I've forgotten the names of my dolls

3-I have a child
tying her shoelaces I can't say
how much I love her even in my eyes
Backing home from a daily
shopping,she sings with her
childish voice passing through
the alleys

4-I'm old
Mum and dad are not with me anymore
They had to go
The photo frames,just excuses
for touching my memories
The chair is still sighing
The walls walking and
It's just me
Dead this time .


صندلی آه می کشد
دیوارها راه می روند
آینه
از زشتی صورتم
استفراغ می کند
پرده ها هم مزاحم اند
پنجره را نمی دیدم
در آن سکوتی که گنجشک را خفه کرد
درختان
زندان را برایم ساخته اند
مدتیست
خواب هایم از سایه ها
بلند تر می شوند
با دنباله اش
لباسی خواهم دوخت
که دکمه هایش از چشمانم
بسته شوند
از دور
شاید
بادبادکی
-هراسان-
در دستان دختر بچه ای همبازی می شد
فردا
قربانی خانمی خواهد بود
که تمام کودکی هایش را با باد رها می سازد
به آینده ام نگاه می کنم

1- دوست دارم در آغوش مردی باشم
که دستانش
سینه های زنی را لمس نکرده اند

2- زنی باردار را می دیدم
که از پله ها پایین می آمد
بی آنکه به فردایش بیندیشد
برای عروسک ها لالایی می خواند
من اسم تمام عروسک هایم را فراموش کرده ام

3- کودکی دارم
بند کفش هایش را می بندم
دستان گرمش را می گیرم
حتی با چشمانم هم
نمی توانم بگویم
چقدر دوستش دارم
از کوچه ها می گذریم
با صدای بچه گانه اش
شعر می خواند و
از خرید روزانه
به خانه برمی گردیم

4-پیر شده ام
دیگر پدر و مادرم در کنارم نیستند
آن ها هم باید می رفتند
قاب عکس ها بهانه اند
تا خاطراتم را نوازش کنم
هنوز
صندلی آه می کشد
دیوارها راه می روند
فقط منم
که این بار مرده بودم

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Your touch on my body as clouds floats in a deep valley
Teaching me how to feel lonely, simple sensitive pleasure

To know, how a wild peace Lily grows in an unknown alley
But these particular may not be mine to measure in leisure

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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Guarding the garden
results of gorgeous flowers
in delicacies

~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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I want to give you the sky
With my breath to bring new heights
I want to give you the ocean
With my heart, the depths of my love

I want to give you the sun
Only to have Its warm embrace
I want to give you the moon
Only to have my soul to light

I want to give you the stars
Only to have my dreams without scar
I want to give you the beauty of this world
Only to have this eternal bird in my cage

I want to give you paradise of heavens
Only to get freedom from my seven sins

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

I hear your laughter
Tell me the truth
Show me your blossom
Full bloom of spring

My tangerine moon
From heaven in sky
A secret behind the grey
Touching my soul
Slowing my aching

Gentle moon
Fully understand my pain
Igniting my inner soul
Abandoned the sadness
Perhaps we can dance

Ocean loving moon
No doubt tonight
The heart of the wind
Will kiss your soul
Harmonious blessing moon

Jean C Bertrand

I haven't touched the buttons of my mom's dress...

...من تا به حال به دکمه های لباس مادرم دست نزدم

Hello.
Autumn
The sequence of my illusion
comes to you
Even if it doesn't, do not tell me

Written by
Keikavoos Yakideh

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Living only today in the mysteries of coming radiant moment
Without saving anything for tomorrow, without wall of torment

For I have totally given myself to the fluttering gift of life
Wearing gown of Gratitude feeding the nook and corner of life

Without breaking your myth and truth but bond of slavery bleeks
Free the mind with wit and humor like a wind touching my cheeks

My poems are my tools, color , and brush to paint a real picture of life
What you see in a family, relations , binding role of an anchoring wife

I stitch the pearls on your cloth to sew our family fabrics woven suits
And beautiful precious handkerchief and socks for our durable boots

The idea of Karma continually teaches us the need to open our heart
Madness is not a terrible thing to do but to enjoy the unknown chart

Blooming flowers, ripened fruits and song of the bird and hum of bee
I want to share all divine joy of everything existing or we hear or see

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Feelings change values
What is a diamond for you
Is a stone for me

Written by
Faheem Jawaid

my child is sleeping in that building

The aroma of those Lilacs,
will be green...
Its buds...
Your buds...
Among the white dress
they move;
your eyes...
Dead summer cherries...
Among your ears
So they have voice;
your eyes...
And your hands,
 A moment;
suspended
in time....
And how burning they will be this year
the whiteness of your hands,
In the absence of
white orange blossoms
in the garden
In the absence....

With my naked eyes
I look at the earth
My physical being
Crying for mercy
My spiritual spirit
Has spoken
A divine tongue
Nothing new
under the sun
It's been written

Jean C Bertrand