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Tell me you really need me
I will be always at your command
I talk seriously but you laugh at me
Leave pride of race, love peace of land

Tell me that you still need my words
I will invent for you new languages
Stage of life supports wondrous affords
I will write an Epic of a sage from ages

Tell me you always need me and words
I will create a new meaning for the mute
Where animal does not speak to use words
But cute birds sweetly sounding like a lute

Believe, I will make a new horizon of shine
To drink potion until I, and words are thine

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

If i cook the oceans
And freeze the seas
If bring butterflies out of my hat
And rabbits of the skies
If i be a light to brighten your day
Will you stay ?


Will you stay ?
If i use my tears to paint an image of you
Use my heart to make you heart beats
Burn you warmth anytime your hands are cold


Will you stay ?
If i kneel on the floor
Will you open that door
And never remember everything we want to have


Will you stay ?
If i put a knife in my lungs
Just to show
The air i am breathing is you


Will you stay ?
If i kiss the sun for you
Even if i burn

Will you stay ?
If i make the rain
Fall under us
If i make the skies snow
When it shines
Will you stay ?


JOEY PERCIVAL IKECHUKWU

my nose is big

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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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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~~~

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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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With penetrating beak
From the depth of heart
you touch me with a kiss
to blow a poem inside me

You sing the strong to reach
Where your mute words hope
never you stop the burning desire  
fluttering in the air with a blissful flow

You sip the nectar sitting in my ear
Spreading natural sweet memories
sharing with me the rainbow of life's sky
With your unstoppable hungry spiritual touch

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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Pain of falling leaf
Beauty of new growing bud
That's how the life grows

~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

they are teachers

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I know the words in my minds are flame on desire
But I use which is worldly hungered tired on fire
My internal lust is on twilight's dew to get time on hire
Where the body of **** sky painting needs an attire

My mind listens to unsung song of delighted union
The external limbs wish to bathe in your communion
My brain craves for smell filled fragrance of your bud
And the eyes fixed on the central naval belly sacred  

How the mind changes his mask in presence of sun
How the feelings changed in presence of noisy gun
How the emotions burst in presence of lovely choice
How the internal organs reflex in an enchanting voice

Why I do not tell in simple words I crave your touch
With my pen on your paper, a delight of raindrops such
Simply living together does not serve unconditional love
Distance is not in separation time keep everything above

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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Silence broke into tears
But cried with authority of a heavy rain
With a prescription of a rule of the land
How many still write,
in autumn bells ?
when gentle dew sickles the nerves of my brain
tighten the bronchial tree of my chest
when your wings will broom the dust of the wound
behind the door of my aging heart ?

When the day will increase fresh greenery
Around the tiring garden of long passing life
And protect all the wedding stories
And save them for next generations and
Not allowing them to die
In a flooded storm of worldly intelligentsia ?

The dry leaves will remain burning
In the high temperature of June of My country
the serene calm river of wisdom will invite me drown
In Her depth up to the pebbles and sand
settled loosely in her breast flowing with deep water, but
The winter of coming life will try to frost my fertile brain
but the sacred heart reminds me to reach
the Ocean of the colored horizon

So I should be baptized or Initiated by the Guru
To follow the word of God or name of God
To know, realize and experience the hell or heaven of emotions
But, Some are so mature to become their own teacher
to write with their own pen on their own paper

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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you ask
why
I gaze at the stars ?
I say
it's because
they remind me of your eyes
YASAMAN

~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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She abandoned her husband with complete explanation
You came as a light but gave me darkness in destination

You want me to keep clear but yourself are out of gears
You are a moody window that opens in the rain as tears

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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Your beauty does not turn off, even at night You are like a day
They say exotic things, thousand years are as a passing day

They use stunning similes as fragrance on her sunset wet lips
Eyes as Galaxy, cheeks as Moon, and as Venus hip hop hips

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

I was a bird
پرنده ای بودم
In the sky
From your eyes...
...در آسمانی از چَشمانِ تو
When you didn't see me flying
در آن هنگام
که پروازم را حس نمی کردی

Why are your eyes so beautiful?!
چرا چَشمانِ تو آنقدر زیباست!؟
That I released the lock of hair
To your wide blue sky...
که من موهایم را
...در آسمانِ پهنِ آبیِ تو رها کردم

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You are my breathing flower
Fragrance in living room
From breakfast to dinner
From yesterday to today
Free from tomorrow

Whether warm or cold
Whether weak or bold
Whether in bar or saloon
Whether in sun or moon
Must dance in night or noon

Folly and the fun
No doubt, holding none
Doubling song of clown
Don't Sigh what you have done
Nothing strange to do one by one
Angels laugh at race we run and won

I know
Things change
And friends leave
Life doesn't stop for anybody

But No one can stop me accept
My Love
I Think I deserve you,

Happiest I am when you are with me
Lovely life, no waiting you are still here

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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YOU­ loved me and took away my pain and gave me flower
The more I loved the more I found you blessings shower

Listen to the wind, it talks.Listen to the silence, it speaks.
Listen to your heart, it knows.Listen to Soul it glows cheeks

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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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~~~

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

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when tears are in eyes
I focus on beautiful Earth
Sun, flowers and you

~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

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After enjoying the supreme bliss
No need to have a replay swish
This need of once more aesthete
Literally you never get true repeat

Those unique feelings in deep secret
Of silent eyes of faithful evening sedate
No curtain falling will have same rehearse
Of those fading moments like dead verse

Those flashing visions can never be recited
And never be accomplished in succession
Just enjoy imagination and never get deceived
Listen unfathomable notes from innate ocean

Tune your mind for afresh heavenly pleasure
Like the Earth ready for daily bakes and bear

~~~~~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~~~~~

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Your sound as wind and touch as butterfly colors as rainbow
Your walk is as delightful as a new mother peeks her kid grow

You are the whole fragrance starting from a rose to end the dose
Your center is a mystery how do melt love when heart is so close

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

As part of my ribs, my eyes proclaim your name
Estastic rays spreads in my body
As your gazellic light show me how to write poems
You dance in my chest

Where no one sees you
Only me, sees the sight of your art
Design like clouds above
In your undying light I learn how to love

And make poems proclaim your wonder
As you throb in my heart with beautiful lust
A voice that rings in my heart
A drumsound that rises the sleeping air

And echoing deeply as I worship your portrait
Your beauty ignites peace and love in me
As I genuflect on the sacred liquid of my lips
Love me now so everyone sees you're beautiful
As the hanging sky, only me resides in you

In freedom we swim as bird in wide bed of the sky
Spreading our wings in narrow **** paradise
Where everlasting leaves house us by
That my eyes impregnate the chambers of your womb

Written by
Martin Ijir

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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~~~

Pink and green shimmer
The voice of leaves and roses
Life sees the butterfly

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!

Your glance,
Carrying the scent of
red carnations...
When the bud blooms...
When the cherries die...  
Through your childhood ears...
Summer,
I'd bring you the vase
with bare feet...
The pomegranate tree
Is gone..... 
And I don't know...
How to fly through that window?
A yellow glow...
Among the palm trees of
Agave amica...
The smell of  the sun...
From behind the
green mulberry trees...
My mother's voice...
And sliding Two white dandelions
On the skin of my hand...

نگاهت،
عَطرِ میخك های سرخ...
زماني که
شکوفه ها
گل داده اند....
زماني که
مي میرند....
گیلاس ها،
از لا به لایِ
گوش های بچگي ات....
تابستان،
گلدان را
با پای برهنه برایت می آوردم...
درختِ انار مُرده...
و من نمي دانم....
چگونه می توان از آن پنجره رفت؟
درخششي زَرد...
از میانِ نخل های گل مریم...
بوی آفتاب...
از پشت درخت های توت سبز...
صدای مادرم...
و لغزیدنِ
دو قاصدك سفید
به روی پوست دستم...

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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...

They will fall to the ground...
Blossoms of the cherry tree...
Without you,
being in my womb...
ripening grain,
And the heady scent
of primrose flowers
from the moon...
and his dust...


به روی زمین خواهند ریخت...
شکوفه هايِ درختِ آلبالو...
بی آنکه تو،
در رَحِمَم باشي...
دانه اي،
در حالِ رسیدن...
و عطرِ خوشِ پامچال ها...
از ماه
و خاكِ او....

𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠,
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤
𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑠...
𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤...
𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑤𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤...
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠;
𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤,
𝐼𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑤𝑠,
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑠 𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔...
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔...
𝐵𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔...
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑
𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤,
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑠 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠...
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑏𝑢𝑑𝑠
𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑠 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠,
𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑣𝑎𝑠𝑒;
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑙...
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠,
𝑅𝑜𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑;
𝐺𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛...
𝐺𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛...
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒...
𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑠,
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔;
𝑌𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤...
𝑌𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤...
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒...
𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛'𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠,
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑤𝑠, 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔;
𝐺𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛...
𝑌𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤...
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒...
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒,
𝑂𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑤,
𝑂𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠,
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟;
𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒, 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒...
𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑
𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑
𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒...