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Dear Vasundhara,
My earth is my own
Salt, Sweat and Sweet !
And She is my only
true and real love..
I should whisper
something more
About her:
Open your ears sharp and steady
Life has made us both for each other.
I don’t want you to go away,
Dear Vasundhara ,
my only love.
There is no one else for me.
If you were to go,
you would leave me
now for ever and ever
as worthless as falling leaves.
as fruitless as melting snows.
Dear Vasundhara,
May I ask you something?
And please do not reject.
I could give you so much love.
If only you will accept me
Take my hand, be my own life
Dear Vasundhara,
Before the Lord,
I will swear
To give you all what
I can offer from my life.
For ever Lovingly,
Yours……
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
[email protected]
www.williamsji.com
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NOTE TO READERS:
In my own mother-tongue (Malayalam, Regional language of Kerala in India)
the word “Vasunthara” means " The Earth"
to which I am in love with.....
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Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 6:47 AM UTC
In the desert
I saw a creature, unclothed, *******
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And devoured it.
I said, “Is it good, friend?”
“It is bitter—bitter,” he answered;
“But it is ok,
Because it is bitter, and because it is my heart.”
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 6:42 AM UTC
you shine as bright as the moon
can't wait 'til we talk again soon
you must be busy cause I,
can see that crazy look in your eye.
your smile fills me up with love,
like you came down from up above.
a lot of people must love you
but not as much as I do
so tell me you love me so,
so that I can let you know
I can't live without you
say you cant live without me too
so don't let me move on
cause without you, im not at all strong.
just keep me very close to you
and my heart will always be true
you better hold on tight
or you just might
lose the person you've always loved.
a lot of people must love you
but not as much as I do
so tell me you love me so,
so that I can let you know
I can't live without you
say you cant live without me too
so don't let me move on
cause without you, im not at all strong.
a lot of people must love you,
but not as much as I do
woahh oh yeah yeah!
a lot of people must love you
but not as much as I do
so tell me you love me so,
so that I can let you know
I can't live without you
say you cant live without me too
so don't let me move on
cause without you, im not at all strong.
ohh hoo im not at all, strongg
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 6:37 AM UTC
Out of the mid-wood’s twilight
Into the meadow’s dawn,
Ivory limbed and brown-eyed,
Flashes my Faun!
He skips through the copses singing,
And his shadow dances along,
And I know not which I should follow,
Shadow or song!
O Hunter, snare me his shadow!
O Nightingale, catch me his strain!
Else moonstruck with music and madness
I track him in vain!
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 6:34 AM UTC
I want to be protected and sheltered,
Under the shadow of the big strong tree;
Free to wander, and see the stars twinkle;
To see blazing meteorites dash by,
To feel the wind ruffling my hair.
And feel the grass caress my skin.
Just lying under that big tree,
Looking up at the night sky,
Filtered by countless leaves,
Through the branches, free…
I want my mind to be at ease,
To be myself, to be me—
Simply laughing carefree,
As the world passes by...
Free to create music,
To paint the universe,
To see every place in this world,
To see dear earth from outer space,
To just be lost in the dark void,
Happy at being one with eternity...
I want to see people come out
From under awnings into the rain,
Or open their windows and free their pains,
To see shapes in clouds, to smile,
And see the children play awhile.
To sing and dance, to love and share,
To walk down meadows, to feel and care,
Just forgetting what is mine and thine,
To dream of rainbows,
To imagine the sun shine.
I want to love and live in a place,
Where life is fully comprehended;
I yearn for that blissful time,
Where harmony and peace prevail,
When compassion is our mainstay,
Where joy and sorrow are greeted alike,
When we take pride to be alive,
Where creatures and plants
Become our confidants,
When we are all protected:
A sheltered time, full of grace!
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 7:24 AM UTC
she told me that she feels useless
but i doubt she has the slightest glimpse of idea
what it is like to wake up every morning
and feel like the whole world is upside down
that every breath i take ignites my throat
and every sip of water drowns me
that i haven't felt like a human being for months
and i simply feel like i've lost my purpose to be alive
but has there ever been one
i am lost yet i don't want to be found
my demons beg me to run away
but how could i when i know that they'll come too
i have a desire to **** to destroy
i am a walking chaos
and no mather how hard i push myself
how hard i try to be human again
i fail and i am starting to give up
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 6:58 AM UTC
i. ablaze
no canvas can hold your portrait
all fine lines and smudges,
like this crumpled paper heart can.
no acid earth blooms sickly flowers
so vivid and surreal,
like your lips formed falsities
hollow insignificances, haloed in sickening silence
no song croons heartbreak
quite as heart-wrenching as
these words you leave unspoken.
and nothing lights up this darkness quite like
the dazzling glow of how
i burned up for you:
ii. fluorescent
at night these empty streets whisper
rumors of embers stirring, rekindling
the remnants of a great fire.
out of ashes i rise, singed and searing to touch.
lights and cigarettes line the paths forward
and backward; i wander them aimlessly.
nothing lights up this darkness
quite like the glow of how
hundreds of streetlights burn for me.
iii. ceasefire
nothing lights up the darkness
quite like the glow of how
i illuminate from the inside out again
no longer an all-consuming blaze—wild and destructive,
or a fluorescent light—the artificial brilliance a borrowed comfort
i cannot call my own;
i uncover my heart to find light again,
not an uncontrollable fire, or the reflection of a stolen light,
but the halcyon glow of a ceasefire.
iv. light up the darkness
and nothing, nobody can light up my darkness
or line my street sides
quite like i can.
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 7:14 AM UTC
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about your old nose,
The one you cut apart and remolded,
So you could feel beautiful.
There used to be that little bump along the bridge,
The tip wiggled slightly when you laughed,
Now it just sits there.
Today your daughter has your old wiggly nose,
And she looks just like you,
Used to.
I hope that she appreciates it more than you did,
And I hope it reminds her every day,
That she’s beautiful
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 7:10 AM UTC
Blank faces
Crowded minds
Tired hearts
Unwanted thoughts
Meaningless words
Warm smiles only meant for the publics sake
Avoided issues
More give and take
All the while looking for someone to lose myself in and trying to find who I use to be.
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 7:06 AM UTC