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Williamsji Maveli Poem
Blossoms
Roses blossoms in red like your cheeks,
violets are blue, like your opened eyes
If the rain makes all things beautiful.
Shower me with tiny drops plentiful
I sketched your face on the sand it got washed.
I wrote your name in air, it was blown
The grass and flowers too.
If rain makes all things beautiful
Why doesn’t it rain on you?
then I wrote your name in my heart
after that, it became an incurable hurt
BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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The Phoenix and beast in their elegance;
Effulgent, in all its lively ignorance;
Could she foretell her sinful breath;
would sadly soon be stilled in death
Creator divinely will triumph ultimate
Where, one day we all will be intimate
In the name of the Lord, said a pledge
From the bottom of heart, a judge
Let me kiss her, not let her go out
Let me kill her, not let her go out
The coldness of the grave is known,
The dusty destiny is ever unknown.
By
Williamsji Maveli
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Season's distress,
roaring whirlwind, frost,
Have conceded,
cleansed the flattened paths,
Silent gardener has
sprinkled with residue;
The darkest clouds
circles on your sky face;
Your deep blue eyes were
mutilated away by hurricane;
Yet in my garden there is
no more trouble;
The winter's blade is
buried in the earth
Wild music is the
cry that none heard ;
My beauty is dead;
now I shall carry her
to my home grave-yard;
Let me sleep with her
at least for tonight
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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An outsider......
I venture to be an outsider,
to worship you , not from near
at your celestial shrine of love
to be like a flying white dove
My Veins are alphabets;
Thumbs are words;
Hands are sentences.
My pages are for your lust;
Chapters are for your life;
My book is your soul.
Cover becomes the tomb stone.
By Williamsji Maveli
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Today,
my sinned hands
wash out in the
blood of wounds;
Today,
my big head
bow down at your
altar of pure love;
Today,
my two eyes,
looks with a guilt
at the feet
of your kindness;
Today,
my ruined body
feels by the holy touch
of the cross;
My body; My soul is all yours
My land; My heart is all yours !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
NOTE: This poem is written on this day, THE GOOD FRIDAY, 29th March, 2013.
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Shelter
When I sink in your deep blue eyes,
You grow within my soul and mind
Let your wet tongue rest for a moment
in my mouth and towards my face
When I seek shelter in your arms
You grow within my heart and body
Let your low limbs cross in me to climb
widely spreading branches for a shade
When I burrow into your soft breasts
you retire from parched and barren air
let your milk drops to my drought lips
Crawling for a shelter from all storm
Williamsji Maveli
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The soul takes its own last flight
when the final breathe takes off !
just like the seeds of a Dandelion
floating, moving freely in the air,
catching, riding along with wind ;
higher and higher, fly and vanish;
A feel of peace, ultimate relief begins
surviving through staggering pain.
By
Williamsji Maveli
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The Departure!
Unable to utter a last word;
While you board the train;
Standing alone in the crowd
at this station; life junction ;
While you tie-up the hands
With your ever green groom,
A good bye in silence to you
Have a pleasant flow in life;
Never, ever remember me;
Again, wishing…in silence….
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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Lost and lonely;
Alone, in my own
solitude
Walking;
wandering;
Wondering;
worrying
under the grip of the
souls of darkness,
Living at the banks of
a blue river, in a small
Hut, built by mud and clay,
The stagnant water
deep and dark;
No light;
no illuminations;
No clouds,
No moon,
No stars
The water was dark
like my own life
Within the water
was cold blooded,
just as my soul felt.
I missed the feel of
sun on my skin,
the feel of a soft breeze
through my hair,
the smell of rain in the air.
It felt as if I had been in this
dark place all my life,
But missed living,
I lost and all that
in front of me ,
due to this
lifeless river.
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By
Williamsji maveli
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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