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

~~~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

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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~~~

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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~~~

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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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~~~

we were a naked family
in the
same pictures

i always feel the sun
in my white bathroom
and the bathroom is always white

من خورشید را همیشه
در حمام سفید رنگم احساس می کنم
و حمام همیشه سفید رنگ است

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

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

Soil enwraps my eye
That I hardly see debris of truth
For I am coccoon in a shroud of terruric
Rays of poverty injection

So I choose to mastermind
My liberation as a jihadist course
Making my opposers pay for their sin
For it's the will of divine

I profess with indoctrination of small portion
As I cast voodoo of ignorance lotion
Upon my mind so it burns in elation
As I give in to suicidal notion

I await a divine gift of virgnity relation
Where my earthly reaction
Gives me unending position
Adorn without damnation

In there I laid in peace
As my torn skin pierce
With avidity of divine lies
So I give my eye in pieces

by
Martin Ijir

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

ماهی هایم را گم کرده ام
...سفال بودند

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

by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Despite everything the birds said to the trees all the time it was warm, they left them in the touch of cold...
The breeze that touched my face now was a little warm, I think it passed from you first...

رغم كلّ ما قالته العصافير للأشجارِ طوال الوقت الدافئ، هجرتْها في مسِّ البرد...
الهواء الذي لامس وجهي الآن كان فيه بعضٌ من الدفء، أظن أنه مرّ عليك أولًا...

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

Your gloves getting colored
As the snowman getting melted


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

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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~~~

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

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

long winter
my mother wears
her mother's scarves

Written by
Goran Gatalica

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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~~~

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Guarding the garden
results of gorgeous flowers
in delicacies

~~~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~~~

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

~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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

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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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~~~

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

I dreamed last night
My earrings were lost
I did not scream...

دیشب خواب دیدم
گوشواره هایم گم شد
...فریاد 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~~~

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

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

I was that girl forgetting her
skirt...


دختری بودم
...دامنش یادش می رفت

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

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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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'll pass the huge cars
in colorful scarves
Grandpa...

از ماشین های بزرگ می گذرم
...و روسری های رنگی خواهم داشت پدربزرگ

As I disheveled my hair, my
scarves were gone...

موهایم را که باز کردم
...روسری هایم نبود

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

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

morning silence
disappearing slowly
into staccato rain

Written by
Ute Sonja Medley

i do not like to talk...i do not like to judge...
although i could be beautiful...

...دوست ندارم حرف بزنم...دوست ندارم قضاوت کنم
...با این که می توانستم زیبا باشم

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...

Don't love me
Please don't love me
I flirt in words from my soul
and don't want to hurt you

For heaven sake I am just
A sculptor of words
Facing my pregnancy alone
Soon I die in forlorn

For I soul deserved
and don't want you to be
Widowed for my name sake
Please don't love me please don't love me

For emotions and passions
Feel your dying heart
In this my heart bears a life
Wherewithal I love you like

A pear fruit, wearing jealousy
For pomegranates my muse
So entice as it grants me hope

That Jasmine and roses forbade
Orchid scents cloak in my soul
And irises of lotus promise me riches
And I am just an ordinary poet

Please don't love please don't love me
My soul incline a time uneven
If truly you love me then a sign from heaven
My soul won't decline

Only to love you back as I flirt
With words from my soul to your soul
Please love me for the sake of love
In this I die with unflirting words

Written by
Martin Ijir

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her smile burst like bubble gum
her cheeks smell as queen of the night
her face glow like the morning sun
o my sweet child, you entwined me like Jasmine

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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

Written by
Faheem Jawaid

my nose is big