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Lawn is not only a green grass
but have buds, flowers and thorns
just think how poets touch their hearts
without any reservation to all the souls
softness of affection is reflecting in words

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Trees that **** a lot of dolls
in their wombs
Blue seeds
There's a beautiful girl
smiling among my eyebrows

درخت هایی که
عروسک های زیادی را در رحم می کشند
دانه های آبی
دختری زیباست
که میان ابروهایم لبخند می زند

Yellow moon touching my soul
Starving for sunshine all darkness
Dreaming to dance under the moonlight
In your eyes watching the emptiness and coldness
As i promised here comes the sun Let go to the garden this special rose for you
inhaling the sweet aroma
You are safe under my wings only sweetness
Painless my angel no darkness only lightness my loving soul
Yellow moon touching my soul
Kiss me endlessly hold me like a baby don't let me fall cause iam scared
Hold me tight hold me hold me please
Feeling so cold watching the night falling my love
Just want you to hold me trough the night
Really good for a crying soul under the sky
Let love take control let it flow be happy my love
Always remember love is wonderful
Yellow moon touching my soul
Seriously let travel to the moon
Seriously my love yellow touching my soul
I want you to know about the brand-new smile gosh
About the brand-new dance ggggosh
My loving heart rejoicing
O sweet yellow moon

by Jean C Bertrand

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digging deep
our eyes do weep
tears of mine give light
One-half of moon is bright

so we sing with anger and will not sleep
but our tongue and sorrow do sound deep
till we discover a transparent mind of our sheep
to keep the body in our body without any further peep

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Moment of happiness
Rides us into the marshy runways
In joy we swim in freedom like fish
Shoulder high the water tap our body
Bringing unending joy in earnest
Like lovers that newly fall in love
So the joy of childhood glows
And hope this moment never cease to blow
Without hatred we dive in the row
Climbing ourselves as a flat car that needs a tow
That's how the joy of first rain in our hearts

Martin Ijir

If the sun goes away with death
All the trees will be like me
Without sun
Without my lady...

Written by
Keikavoos Yakideh

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Speak when needed
Silence is language of God,
but does not always mark wisdom

must speak when needed
sunburns, moon smiles
bird encages
trespass boundaries
when heart bleeds
time hard and mean
deer gets frightened
remembering taste in music

when wild wolves race through veins
weave an intricate tapestry against your name

separate gold from gild
friendship is to build
gold never gets tarnished

the strange mind plays anonymous games
so don't allow anyone to take your pictures

disclose Temple
enclose worship and prayer

mercurial muse shouldn't fix in lines
talent is a knowledgeable foundation
you are divine Wordsmith,

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Silver sky
At dawn
Pronto
Pronto
I shall sing
Lullaby
Pronto
Pronto
I shall dance
Moonwalking
Beneath the grey
Pronto
Pronto
At dawn

Jean C Bertrand

The smell of the apple's body...
🍎🌼

The sun... ☀️

Dry smell of unripe persimmons
🍅🍁 🍅🍁☘

Among the buttons of my dress...

Folding the sun... ☀️
On the clothesline...
Like The whiteness of the Childhood hands...
🌼🌼🌼

A cloud, ☁️
At the top of the mountain...
⛰              ☁️🎈☁️☁️🎈

I'm the length of
the spike wheat... 🌾
And your eyes...
The time of harvesting...
🌾🌾🌾

spring equinox, ☘🌸
half the blossoms
already fallen...
I'm in love with a man
From May... ☘☘☀️☘
The sky was bluer than ever...
آسِمآن آبي تر از هَمیشه بُود...
  And I remember all the peach blossoms...
و مَن تَمآمِ شِکُوفِه هآيِ هُلو را به خآطِر دآرَم...
That golden glitter in your eyes...
آن بَرقِ رُوشَنِ چَشم هآیَت...

" You smell like the dust
and all blue jasmines...! "

And I always want spring...
وَ مَن دُوست دآرَم هَمیشه بَهآر بآشَد...
When the bud blooms...
زَمآني کِه شِکُوفِه گُل مي دَهَد...

Blue slickers,
Children growing
In the rain...
💧💧💧

After seeing the red carnations ....
The dream of the
White breaths of a lily flower
In the old days of a man...

Being by your side,
Still carrying
The aroma of
Cherry blossoms...
🌸🍒 🌸🍒☘
Your forehead, All the fig trees...
🍑🌳🌳🍑🌳 🌳🌳🌳 ☘🍑

My hand, dropping you
Into the sky... 🎈
Will we get to the summer?
And I don't ask anymore...
Why does my cancerous mother lose her hair?
Why am I not pregnant?
Not feeling the fetus kicking in my womb...
My dress is not blue...?!
After Saadat Abad Street...
At that time,
When my mother's lily petals,
Falling down
On the iranian carpet...


You have been...!
بُودِه اي...!

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I lost my child hood face glow to get full-time wrinkles
But my innocence remains with me as stars twinkle

I still have memories yet those days are now long past
Petals of my body flower died but fragrance never last

I can't do all the things alone but together we can move
Love, Light and, share little things who need as dove

Loneliness, Rejection, Losing someone, Envy, and pain
Hurts, Everyone gets these things in life without refrain

Never look for beauty of skin only But look for loyal heart
For physical glory vanishes away when days-night apart

Each Morning God says of one more time to shine
Nurture your desire to follow the voice of soul divine

I wish you special face to see, bold beautiful and true
Your smile makes an inspiration to everything you do

I lost my child hood face glow to get full-time wrinkles
But my innocence remains with me as stars twinkle

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Words are craved from the mind
Written down on pad do bind
With flow of an ink product of thinking

Oil paint of justice, the write up made of
Sometimes is injustice bound of
Sometimes shared experiences
Sometimes deepest imaginations
Sometimes pains, hate, joy and sadness

Words of mine flow for peace and love
For happiness and liberation from bond
Sculpting like Davinci's vitruvian image
As stars light up path of truth vintage

In my heart so, I write the words on book
As readers read the words they grow
Like wild plants upon a silent brook
Hoping one day everything straightened backing way of the Crook

As the words sound, resonant they as a ****
With much roots like a hard and heavy like rock
Sculpting my words requires deep thinking
For I encrypt them like road of the gods living
Whose gifts are uncontestable
As they burn within do unquenchable

by Martin Ijir

If I was a magician
I'll be perfectly poised like an Indian
Build castle in the air so I could live like a king
Dress like a rose on a sunset beach
Build bridges so I can touch things I could never reach

If I was a magician
I'll look like the pyramids of Egypt
I'll make ponds in the desert
I'll play the piano like Mozart

If I was a magician
I'll live, never to die again
I'll be young never to be old again
I'll sit on the skies and watch it rain again

If I was a magician
I'd make my father live again
I'll make my woes crush like grain
I'll wake up a beggar, always a prince forever

If I was a magician
I'll make it shower in joy
I'll make it thunder in the city of troy

If I was a magician
I'll make you my umbrella
So I'll smile anytime it storms

Written by
Joey Percival Ikechukwu

در کوه ها صدای غم آلوده ای درد پژواک دارد. در دل بذرهای خفته در خاک، جاری است خون. و جاری است خون. پاییز است و گلی نمی شکفد. پاییز است و گل من مُرده. در شاخه ها بلبل ها آواز نمی خوانند. کلاغ ها آواز می خوانند. از آرزوهای قلبی ام، دستم کوتاه مانده. جراحت بر تن دارم. از درون. آه ای گل های رُز از درون! جاری است خون در ترانه هایش... مرا در این جا جست و جو نکن. جست و جو نکن مادر! نامم را، نامم را بر در خانه نگو. بر گیسوانت ستاره افتاده، آن ها را می چینم. گریه نکن مادر!
در حالی که به سان ترانه ای، زیستن می خواستم... بر لبه ی شامگاه ایستاده ام. کفن که جیب ندارد مادر! بر گریبانم ستاره پُر کرده ام... بدوید کودکان... آه بدوید...
سحرگاهان به سویم می آید. خلاصه، مادر زیبایم وقتی به گل می اندیشی مو بر بدنت سیخ نمی شود. خندیدن، امید ساختن، انتظار کشیدن و یا چشم به دورها دوختن. انتظار کشیدن تا شاید برای یک بار دیگر مرا ببینی مادر!
و آه مادر! مرگ چه چیز عجیبی است مادر! دیگر نخواهم توانست از دیوارها بالا روم تا بازی کنم. پروانه ها را شکار کنم. با پرستوهای بهاری پرواز کردم مادر!
حتی با دارو هم نخواهم توانست چشمانم را به روی سقف باز نگه دارم مادر!
و نخواهم توانست پدر شوم!
خاک شدن چه چیز غریبی است مادر!
خاک شدن چه چیز غریبی است مادر!

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....

what if
my father's earrings
were golden ?

چه می شد
اگر
گوشواره های پدرم
طلایی باشد؟

my lips
are kissing
a cow...

Fading flowers
Earthy beauty
Chaiotic momentum
Ravaging the heart
Missing the fragrance
Heartfelt teardrop
Pouring like a rain

Fading flowers
Waiting on the rain
With a gleeful joy
Playing with the birds
Singing and dancing
Chasing melancholy
Nothing more but happiness

by Jean C Bertrand

I don't miss the person, i miss the memories
And anything i remember the memories, it hurts to know that memories are
meant to die and become history

Written by
Joey Percival Ikechukwu

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Never eats
Until I finish
But accompany
Every
Morning walk

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Under azure sky i lay
Listening to salsa drumbeat
Of the flowing stream
How beautiful it sounds

Elated moment fills me
That I faced the sun
And dance in the sun
Sprint of footsteps

We dance and touch the sun
Our body stiff with the cold sun
Floating in array of Moon hotness
Hotbeds of kisses we party till morn

Energy penetrated our failing strength
Our legs created wings we fly out of universe
Into the azure sky we dance in our created sun
Bringing rains of love as we become imprison by Sun

Written by
Martin Ijir

Oh dance my marionette
Dance on this stage
The whole world is just a
deception
Dance in this chance
Make me happy
Make them happy
I will laugh...
I will laugh
At the wings of angle
Hugging you
Taking you to a safer place
Cos playing with dolls is ''death''
I will laugh
At my walking
On silky feet
As you wished for
One day you'll touch the clouds
It makes no difference
What the color of our sky is
We shouted
Prisoners' singing in you eyes is
not a ''sin''
In your colorful illusion,
They draw the image of the silent
movement of the clouds in the
colorful sky.
She was playing bells
They lose the anthem
Her silent is insulting
Their silent is insulting
We do not create crime
And we take captives
And we do not have freedom
And we take captives
When that time comes ?
The time that a plant grows from
the crack of the hard stripy.
They don't want the smile
And I will laugh
At the good days
At the sunny days
At the shade of the trees that are gone
That will make you laugh
I swear I will laugh


عروسک خیمه شب بازی من
برقص
در این میدان برقص
تمام دنیا فریب است
در این فرصت برقص
شادم کن
شادشان بکن
...من خواهم خندید
من خواهم خندید
به بال های فرشته ای
که تو را در آغوش می گیرد
به جایی امن تر خواهد برد
که بازی عروسک ها
مرگ است
من خواهم خندید
به راه رفتن
روی توک پاهای ابریشمیم
که تو منتظرش بودی
روزی ابرها را لمس خواهی کرد
فرقی نمی کند
اگر آسمان ما
چه رنگ باشد
زندانیان که گناه نمی کنند
اگر در چشمان تو آواز خواندند
تصویر ساکت ابرهای در حال حرکت را
در آسمان های رنگارنگ
در خیال رنگی تو می کشند
بلز می زد
سرودها را گم می کنند
سکوتش فحش است
سکوتشان فحش است
ما جنایت نمی آفرینیم و
اسیر می کنیم
ما آزادی نداریم و
اسیر می کنیم
کی می رسد که اگر از شکاف
راه راه های سخت
گیاهی بروید
تبسم نمی خواهند
و من خواهم خندید
به روزهای خوب
به روزهای آفتابی
به سایه های درختانی که رفته اند
که تو را خواهند خنداند
به خدا خواهم خندید

heaven a bundle of love
hidden behind the thick grey
the clouds the clouds
getting heavier
o goodness goddesses
not a pixel no rays of
the sun
crying moon
frozen river
rough sea
crippling shadows
echoing volcanoes
mountain fire
frightening leaves
smoking valley
breathless birds
screaming waves
agitating rivers
fishes trembling
mermaids hidden
deeper in deepest sea
babies missing
mothers running
fathers fighting
debris falling
all gloom and doom

Jean C Bertrand

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''Did you hear my crying heart's bleeding ?
When you were busy, not even listening
In anguish, did your thoughts sear ?
When you experienced a chilled feeling ?

Sadly a lost soul, a dying mistral went by
Touching your lips, which you missed''...
For eyes, I may not lift a hand to clear
Half in rest half in strife, shadows are trailing?

Know I need all help when heart is bleeding
Listen to pleading in mist of year's receding
When we were together danced all day, dear.
Never sung a song of dark-deep for speaking

I am calling you in this hour since I'm breathing
Life is not for cheating but love keeps on healing!

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Who told you there is no war
When mortal's spreads hate speeches
As the butter it with ***** fail desire

Who told you there is no war
When many listen to voices of drumbeat
And draw lines as they bark as dogs

Who told you there is no war
When many steals money meant for all
Leaving family behind poverty lines

Who told you there is no war
When peace sink in water
And love drown in the soil

Who told you there is no war
When peace weds nuclear products
And nuclear warships shout in protest

Who told you there is no war
When mad man are the leaders
As their words comes out as ****

Without examination who hurts
As the control fossil fuel
Lying stripe naked at the desert crying

Who told you there is no war
When the build obstacle of Rubicons
Recruit have-not as their toiling soldier

The battle of cruelty needs to end
For it is the worse war without bloodshed
As youth be co useless as they peddle in drugs
And all such of anti human behaviors

There is a war going outside
That no one is safe from
Because many cannot read or write

Either view the world as readily good
Instead they view it as readily evil
As they scavenge for their survival

The struggle for survival continues...
So the war continues...

Written by
Martin Ijir

دیوارهای خانه ای که همیشه بنفش است
یاسمن   شمال و چادگان

a cantique of deliverance in the forest
when the wind blows
dance dance green leaves

Jean C Bertrand

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When in the sky
You see me
Like on earth
Covered your
Shadow

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

آب روشن است
هوا روشن است
خورشید روشن خواهد شد
خط های زیادی را می بینم
...شاخه ها طولانیست
روسری ها بادها را می کشند
خنده های من دراز می شوند
خنده های من زرد می شوند
دو لپ گل دارند
دو زن بار دارند
...سه زن می خندند
یک مادر
دو خواهر
سه خواهر
...گوش هایت در طراحی بزرگ است
دستانم به پستان گاو نمی خورد
همیشه از نقطه های قهوه ای شیر می آید
بابا
مامان باشد
مامان
لباس های آبی مادرم یاسمن یادش هست
نانا آب می خورد
دست هایش بلند است
عروس است
خواهری عروس است
خواهری عروس می شود
مادری عروس می شود
مادربزرگی عروس خواهد بود
مادربزرگی عروسک خواهد بود
عروسکی خواهد بود
عروس خواهد بود
خواهر من
تو همان دختری بودی
که فردا سینه ای داری
من مردی خواهم شد
که می تواند کودکی داشته باشد
ماماشه
باباشه
نی نی شه

A smiling rose
Under the window
Every single grain of the rain
Brings laughter to the soul
O softness dear sweetness
Humble wind smiling my love
Let use the sweetest ingredient
Slipping honey in the rain

Written by
Jean C Bertrand

Semblance of reality culls
as new cell forms new species curl
The sea side shines beneath
The seashore, laughter fills
An agony heart as a slap on one's face as sun shine

I wish you come out of your pain
And share your heart with me again
For life ends when happiness stops
and death begins when sorrow starts

The rowdy path of marines lifestyle
Moaning the blue sea with calmness
As a cloistered clip I dive out of the box
Breaking the locks of my captivity

Open your heart and feel the fresh air
For you're missing the light that resides
In the dark, extend your heart so I can hold
It is never to late for you to love again

Written by
Martin Ijir

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Some flowers bloom in summer or winter
Some flowers bloom in the mud or desert
But all flowers bloom in right Time and place

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

childhood
following the sun
beyond the river

Written by
Mihail Buraga

Huge
Huge
Huge
Feet
Feet
Feet
The huge things have feet
Jasmine is blue
Her shoes orange
Putting my ******* in my red satchel every morning
Nastaran
Your sis an ordinary girl
In the winter the sun is black in my eyes


بزرگ
بزرگ
بزرگ
پا
پا
پا
بزرگ ها پا دارند
یاسمن آبی است
کفش هایش نارنجی
و من هر روز صبح
...سینه هایم را در کیف قرمز رنگ مدرسه ام می گذاشتم
نسترن
خواهرت یک دختر معمولی بود
...خورشید در زمستان برایم سیاه است

The running water of time calms life
Bearing fruits of blessings in one's day
Lasting breathing glorified nature as did plants
Sheltering a skin like a sun that shines

Moments of darkness deserves adoration
As one rest so nature rest in a transposing position
Bringing in skillful thoughts to harness human in due time
Greenish plants fade greenish plants rise

Life is a bounteous gift
Like a beautiful tribute to a dream
Up and down the sun rises and fall
Up and down our heart grow like trees

Respiratory a pain as we clasp our eye
Insect inspects us at the night
Their voices makes daylight
To come short for it's nature gift

Written by
Martin Ijir

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Nature kiss was so innocent
gentle and cool with a soft touch
that dew slipped from the arm of petal
into the cup of Lotus
made her slave
between one breath and the next

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

گل های زرد....
همون طور که نتونستم جلوی پژمرده شدنِ گلدونمُ بگیرم....
حیاة.... تو شاید تلالؤِ یه نورِ سبز باشی...
وقتی نور خورشید،  روی شاخ و برگ های درخت انگورِ حیات مون می تابید.
الآن درخت انار مرده... درخت سیب مرده... درختچه ی گل های نسترن مرده...
همون طور که نتونستم جلوی پژمرده شدن گلدونمُ بگیرم....
حیاة...
تو با سرطان مادرم، در یکی از روزهای سیاه و گرمِ خرداد به دنیا اومدی...
و تو اون موقع تنها دوستِ من بودی که باهات حرف میزدم.... چون تمومِ گربه ها درونگراند... تو بخشی از تن من شدی و هر لحظه، با عواطفِ مادرانه در وجودم.... مثل جنین....
در من تشکیل می شدی...
و حالا میخوای بری حیاة...؟!
دیگه خسته شدی...؟!
نمیخوای بیشتر پیشم بمونی مهمون کوچولو...؟!
شاید تو در زندگی قبلیت، یه پسر بچه بودی... شاید مادری داشتی.... شاید اون زن من بودم.... که به علت بیماری، بچه اشُ از دست داده.... و این چرخه ی روح تا الآن ادامه داشته... و شاید در زندگیِ بعدیت، من فقط "یك صدا" از تو باشم حیاة.... 🌱🌸
نه من اعتراض دارم آقای قاضی...!
من به جبر ایمان نمیارم...
چرا باید عمرِ پروانه ها بیشتر از کودکان باشه...؟! چرا باید سرطان، ام اس، بیماری های نقص مادرزادی، و ویروس های دست ساز آدما وجود داشته باشه....؟!
نه من اعتراض دارم آقای قاضی...!
من به جبر ایمان نمیارم....
همون طور که نتونستم جلوی پژمرده شدن گلدونمُ بگیرم....
حیاة....
من ماهِ گرمِ مرداد،
وقتی تو داشتی با جانا بازی میکردی؛
دیدم تو هوا، دو تا قاصدک داشتن باهم پرواز میکردن... یه قاصدک بزرگ، و یه قاصدک کوچیک، که خیلی به هم نزدیک بودن... انگار دستِ همُ گرفته بودن...
شاید توی آبيِ آسمون، اون من و تو بودیم حیاة....
شاید بریم یه جایی که مجبور نباشی پاتُ بذاری روی آجر و سیمان....
بریم جایی که توی دشتِ
گل های سبز و زرد دویده باشی...
با باد رقصیده باشی....
با یک قلب سالم....
که به نفس... نفس... افتادن نیوفتی حیآة.... 🌸🌱
من پشت سرت توی آسمون عظیم و ترسناک آسمون آبی، یه ابر دیدم که شناور بود.... داشت از هم باز میشد.... شکل های دیگه ای میشد... اجزاش از هم باز میشد.... پراکنده و از بین می رفت....
و این یعنی غم.... ناله....

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the second she opened her eyes
she became an object
of enlightenment
for my dying eyes
but could not explain
the mysteries of big attraction
Through logic but
finally, she brought me back to the life, as
she is a sun in the center of every constellation

Trust and delight because
delicate stars die eventually
In the luminous eternal sky

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

I will give birth to you...
from the eucalyptus trees
of the garden;
From the Honeysuckle;
And his eyes...
More scorching than the sun
More scorching than lily...
and i will see you
In the spectrum...
Through the shadows of the trees...
In the absence of a leaf...
I will pick your hands...

تو را خواهم زائید....
از درختانِ اُکالیپتوسِ باغچه؛
از یاس هایِ امین الدوله؛
و چشم هایش....
داغ تر از آفتاب...
داغ تر از سوسن...
و تو را خواهم دید....
در طیف...
از میان سایه های درخت...
در غیاب یك برگ...
من دست هایت را می چینم....

Jasmine was the green trees
swallowing the sun...

یاسمن درخت هایی سبز بود
...که خورشید را می بلعد

Silver lining sings threnody hymns
Heavenly body fill with heartfelt bereft
The raven night storms the calm sea
Drawing a parallel line to equator

The tottering throne of earth smiles with war
My heart leaps in bare democracy we cry
Fleet of foots in passionless display
Piercing the cavern hills as we fold our hands

The torch of liberation quench in poet's heart
As our eye lust in embroidery sheets
Into the parley we dine and sleep on strange bed
Adultery our eyes commit as laurels unfold

For spirit of beauty conquer our heart
Tarrying us in still tides of divided world
That we are so blur by hatred of easternly hills
The rising star turns murky moist

Coloring our soul unassailable armory
The weary soul of man needs freedom
Planting flowers for an earthly paradise
but the voice of revolution is inveighled by few

Through stash they offer as a prize
I am a heretic my heresy points to truth
as it enchants and thralls my mind
I wrestled the power that war against humanity

Written by
Martin Ijir

i have water-color

pa pa broke my mother's nose
pa pa never told that broke my mother's nose

i have painting-brush

ma ma
when the stories of beating you come to an end ?!
ma ma
take jasmine's hands
my hands are big


من آبرنگ دارم
بابا دماغ مامان را شکست
بابا هیچوقت نگفت دماغ مامان را شکست
من قلم مو دارم
مامان
قصه های کتک خوردن تو کی تموم می شد !؟
مامان
دست های یاسمن را بگیر
دست های من بزرگ است

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Climbing on
Time
Smooth as silk thread
Reaching its roots
Like thirsty man looking for harbor
Floating on sea of words

Pouring
Nectar
On lips of silence
In forgotten temples
Imbibing inner honey

Taking away
Weight of Today's desires
From
Shoulder
To get freedom
From Expectation of Tomorrow

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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Please use words
Do not be as calm as walls of the house
As quiet as a mouse

You look good
When you are as cool as a cucumber
But not as cold as ice
Since you are not a fridge

I want to become a bridge
Between you and me
As clear as crystal
So keep in the club your pistol

Touch me and feel me
I am so soft as China silk
Now, don't be lazy
Be fresh as a daisy

Let us enjoy the sky of life
As innocent lamb in the hands of Lord
A laugh in a sea of a sad wife
Stretching as free bird on the board

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

children and women
seen and not heard
ancient history

Written by
Lewis Colyar

Jasmine's heart
was little
in the envelops

قلب یاسمن
روی پاکت نامه ها
کوچک بود

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Knowledge is light which perishes the darkness of ignorance
Ancient cries of old sky finds latest cheers to get an advance

Actors come on the stage with legend messages deliverance
To make amendments, since only a few get a second chance

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Why is it blue in the skies
And the night times are filled with cries
We fall in love with the sweetest thing we've seen
And they erase and go away like the wind
What is our sin ?
If we keep our faith on God
And we still see our tears gushing like the sea

Why ?
Why do we build sand castles to live in
Only for it to rain and wash it away
Why do we never grow old with good things

Why ?
Why do we have to give our hearts
To the wrong people
And the right people exists
When we make the decisions to stay happy
Only to build an empire of tears

Why ?
Why do it have to hurt to get to you
Why does it have to be bottles
Everytime agonies sounds like melodies...

Joey Percival Ikechukwu

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When I was child, you told me
Nothing is impossible for a willing heart
But, No one is bound to do the impossible

The tree often hides the forest.but,
Every cloud sparks a silver lining
Times change
Other times, other customs
So always appreciate Now
No sooner said than done

Well named is more worth than a golden belt
Good blood doesn't know how to lie

Today, I am thousand miles away from you
But I remember your words of fragrance
In every country there is a league of bad road
So, Between the tree and the bark one shouldn't put a finger

Leave nothing to chance
It's better to be a hammer than a nail
So I am playing all my cards to be more Lucky

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Today I'll paint a house
in my drawing book
Jasmine wants to make love
There is the distance between the photo albums
Its sun was hot
She wants the hands squeezing her hot *******
A laughing child would be
missing in my white floral dress
I had reddish brown hair
and I didn't know
why the wind took away my red scarf ?!
Your eyes have sticker !!!
Please do not laugh at me
My ******* were not yours

من امروز
خانه ای را
در دفتر نقاشی هایم
...رنگ خواهم زد
یاسمن هم آغوشی می خواهد
میان آلبوم عکس ها فاصله اند
آفتابش گرم بود
دستانی می خواهد
سینه های گرمش را بفشارد
کودکی بخندد
در پیراهن سفید رنگ گل دارم
گم شود
موهایم خرمایی رنگ بود
و من نمی دانم
چرا باد روسری قرمز رنگ مرا
با خود می برد !؟
!!! چشمانت برچسب دارند
خواهش می کنم به من نخند
سینه هایم مال تو نبود

Sweatness of thoughts reviberate
As they pound so hard the thudding sounds echo in my heart
It is a new day, I've to face the new sun

Problems comes in a ton
Those I let go yesterday reinforce
Moments of joy wears sadness' force
And wishes of sun just fade in this eon

Today I become so courageous
Beating my chest and soaring so high
That those who lives well never better than me
Picking challenge to master my science of craft

For poetry is an alchemical science of words
Which wields inner world with subliminal words that light up the celestial bodies
Bringing earthly joy to mortals hearts

As I traverse on the water and burn in the fire of the words I test on a pad of thoughts. Poetry is what I face always
I dream poetry and eat in tomb of her plate with much ado love

Written by
Martin Ijir