True Light
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
Copyright © Williamsji Maveli | Year Posted 2012
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