True light

Written by: WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

True light

When your bright smiles fade, 
My blue birds never gladly abide;
While winter time is over 
I enjoy the fine weather
When your nights fall dark, 
My good days loose their spark.
When your eyes have no sight.
How can you be my my twilight?
When your ears cannot hear, 
 My celestial music is unbear
Though my flower never grows.
There is pain which no one knows
When the silence is too loud, 
My blue sky fills with dark cloud.
As my body has no power,
I am weaker by the hour...


BY 
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

williamsji@yahoo.com

www.williamsji.com

www.williamsgeorge.com

Rain Clouds


When soft hearts are broken, 
All lovely Moments are wreckon
When the wind never blows, 
the dark rain clouds glows.
When thunder can’t be heard, 
the sun takes its sword 
When angels do not sing 
I sleep on the devils wing
When life cannot  be lived, 
death may be unbelieved
When truth turns to be lie, 
the fake becomes so alive
The clock shows wrong time, 
wounds never heal on time
When pain does not hurt, 
and enemies never awert
When rainbows have no color,
 sky becomes dirty and vulgar 
when wrong seems to be right.
 the right will never come to light.
 

By Williamsji Maveli
www.williamsji.com


Inspiration

Woke up early morning in a fairy dream,
She swam nude in a cool water stream 
an adorable, elegant, celestial beauty 
 in her teens, She is looking naughty
Liking her innocence and perfection
I mould her into verses in an inspiration
Sweet, seductive, natural, and desirable
 She is tempting, shy and so admirable 
She has natural  tastes, novel  talents
Everything seems to be  right for moments 
And one of her must-liking  is a  pool 
Where she can enjoy the tides of cool


By Williamsji Maveli
www.williamsmaveli.com


Tear Drops.....

I dropped one more 
tear today
in your deep blue ocean.
 I will continue dropping 
until  you will grab me ,
every day and night.

By Williamsji Maveli
www.williamsji.com


Life is like that only

It seems to be like 
a four line verse; 
a  live line of  
unknown births; 
another like the 
dead line of  premature deaths
God is in between the 
devil and the sea


By Williamsji Maveli
www.mavelinadu.com



The Past, the present and the Future


Disregard the memories
of the  past;
since
It is a small box
 of black ash
Survive along with  
the present; 
since
It is a jar of old grape wine
Dream and daydream
 for the future;
since 
It is an idol of a Goddess 


By Williamsji Maveli

www.maveliveedu.com