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