FESTIVAL OF COLORS
In hues that dance, in shades so bright,
Comes a festival of sheer delight.
Where joy unfurls in every spray,
In colors that chase all gloom away.

With laughter ringing, and hearts so gay,
We welcome the dawn of a vibrant day.
Brushes dipped in nature's palette grand,
Painting dreams across the land.

Smeared in reds, yellows, blues, and greens,
A kaleidoscope of joyful scenes.
Faces adorned with radiant smiles,
As we embrace these colorful miles.

Water balloons burst, and powders fly,
Underneath the open sky.
Each pigment tells a tale untold,
In this carnival of love, so bold.

Friend and foe, stranger and kin,
Bound by the beauty that lies within.
For in this riot of hues so bright,
We find unity in the purest light.

So let the colors merge and blend,
In this jubilant festival, we defend.
For in the chaos, we find peace,
As the festival of colors, we release
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Life, the best teacher, a harsh decree,
No textbooks are offered, just lessons set free.
Through stumbles and triumphs, the wisdom unfolds,
Scars etched in memory, stories untold.

Victories whisper, of battles well fought,
Defeats a harsh lesson, dearly bought.
Joy's fleeting embrace, a reminder so bright,
That sorrow's dark cloak gives way to the light.

With each passing season, the spirit refines,
Empathy blooms, where once judgment binds.
Life's greatest lessons, not written in rhyme,
Are learned in the living, one precious moment at a time.
Until we get down on our knees to pray, because life is the best teacher

Tapping
sleepy gathers

in the bombed-out
church of expectation,

fundamental frequencies

too cynical to pray

Because
the senses crave
mistake

I worship
from afar

these days,

when everything
that's ever loved

leaves something else

betrayed

As the river formed
By the rain
Creates casualties
Through the creaks
Of the streets

And the birds
Swoop down
From the clouds
To have a drink
From the new
Source of life
That has sprouted,
Purified by
the indigestion
Of the planet,

I find myself
Thinking past
the thoughts
And contemplating
Upon the never ending
Spiral that sits
On my kitchen table,
Rotting with time,
Not being able to move
As if it glued itself
Unto the wood,
Obsessed with
Making me roam
Around the room,
Turning it into
My own personal
Psych ward.

What a way to live
In this age.

I remember the room
where we first met
I remember the room
hard to forget
I remember the room
your smile matched mine
I remember the room
perfectly in line
I remember the room
the feeling of fine
I remember the room
your heart leaving mine
I remember the room
the sharp decline
I remember the room
slow
sad
somehow
sublime .

darkness descends
with out the need for words. pray for
forgiveness if you are so inclined.

Morning makes its entrance
throwing sunlight
on an unslept bed
I stand a few feet away
throwing bouquets
at  an unloved life.

Your flowers arrived
before you
you always like
to guarantee
a smile.