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 Dec 2018 If I was a poet
Klaus
Confronted, I'm helpless.
Running, I'm breathless.

My body's just a skeleton with a coat of human skin. I freeze and my knees, they turn to gelatin.

And if I can't defend her,
I'd just have to befriend her.

Until .... No....

If..

I  can become a man, that keeps his knees and his upper lip, stiff.
I wrote this when I was an embarrassing 15 and seven months year old, as apposed to an embarrassing 15 and eleven months year old.
I was watching myself in the mirror
I saw a life
Immersed with courage and fear
Against all odds and terror

Echoes of cries became much clearer
Life felt gloomy
Candles became dimmer

My hands combing through
Thick and straight wavy hair
The luscious curve,
Sketched the women I desire,

Others dangled above my chins
Portraying all my virtue and my sins,

A dreary path led to
The darkness, six feet under
But altogether I see
Earth and Fire

Existence is indecisive, I realized
Too valuable to be prized

At times,
It gives pleasure
At times,
It tears like a knife
But all in all
This is the meaning of Life …
My soul is free, from abuse and wrath
The book says otherwise,
Long time before, I lost that path

A child, a star on his own
Reflects upon the eyes of my shores
A child, filled with joy
hearts shattered, a smile spoiled

Who am I? Who I was?
The reflections shimmer upon my eyes
laying me down,
onto my fate
only for me to rise

What's that Silent Echo
Rumbling the kingly might
A distant shadow
only to become a light

An elegant  queen of my own heart,
Once revealed and whispered,
I am  Brahma,  
a beautiful  Brahma;
a well built; structured women; a Goddess
mentally; physically; celestially;
but years after, a defeated
women of beauty;
a conquered prey of Men’s lust,
She is  All-Seeing, All-Powerful,
She is  All Queens,  All Mothers;
And Creator’s right hand,
the Ruler’s Sweet heart
and the women of all
that have been and shall be at all times!

By
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorge­.com
www.williamsmaveli.com
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NOTE:
Brahma is a Hindu Goddess and is one among those " Thrimurti's" (Three Persons); This word is originated from Sanskrit, meaning to "Praise" in English. Brahmin is a Hindu Caste in India.
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Revelations of Bluffed Words (Poem Page 5)
(All poems in this series are, translations from Malayalam, originally written in author’s mother-tongue, “Malayalam’”, the language of Kerala, in South India.)  
BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
It’s not about yesterday ,
I am not even breaking the tomorrow’s bread ,
It’s about this very moment ,

Every new sunrise destroys the moon ,
Every new sunset creates another one ,
The stars never complain about this foreplay ,

They are selfish , maybe ,
Just like you and me ,
And the sky is the cryptic god of this lucid script .

When they make love ,
They are indisputable , Irresistible , Irreversible  ,
No one can intervene the realm of the loudest silence .

They moan just like you and I ,
But who is giving an ear ?
Can they ? Can you ? Can I ?  

It’s never enough ,
Neither content .

They sleep on each other’s chest ,
Just like you sleep in  tranquility on my cynical palm .

How humane is to complain about love ?
Some are afraid to embrace ,
They will complain about others .

Someone should interpret the silence ,
Then you too may say “ well said ” .
The god welcomed you in the garden of six flowers ,
You entered with a rose in your hand ,
He turned it into a dark winter night ,
And you shivered with your half naked mind ,
Partly open , Partly obscured ,
Seeking freedom but it needs a cure ,
All He gave you with rest of the five was love ,
And nothing much .
The shepherds and the hitchhikers they seduced the lambs ,
You whispered in God's ear " hallowed be thy name "

©
So , this is how it goes ,
They say , Home is where heart is ,
I say , heart can change its course ,
They agreed and said , change is the only constant ,
It’s like the unstoppable breeze of spring ,
So , home can also change its address ,

This is how it rests ,
We know we are sinners ,
But never tried to identify the sins ,
For you have lied ,
I have too ,
So did they .
But how long shall it be carried in the stomach of moon ?

For I have learned and unlearned too ,

So this is how it moves ,
In ecstatic motion ,
Sometimes tipsy and bewildered too ,
Never stops and denies too .

And it shall be learnt that the course is endless ,
Like the roaring ocean it has its depression too ,
And it pushes the earth beneath you too ,
So I can say , the storm has risen .
And the wise shall let it flow till it demolishes its mirror .
All of them words
I know they are going to heal you ,
Because they are going to kiss you ,
But whom would you like to take them kisses from ?
One of them is blue and the other one is purple , perplexed ,
I hope you won’t mind the green too ,
But the red one ? that might devast your lips , pinks too .

I know you are feeling better now ,
but you don’t still know about the yellow ,
That raises a sun rise into you ,
And , maybe the sun is warm ,
Not scrotching but irritating ,
It might keep you in circles of hallos ,

And now I know you are thinking ,
You don’t always like the paradox , do you ?
What do you think heart always peace the mind or piece too ?
  
And now you are rubbed in every corner of your conscious ,
you don’t like questions while you are thinking , do you ?
The third question , I am sure it boiled you .

And since you are boiled you are not going to speak but smile ,
And it could be cold or childish both ,
Whichever the moment demands ,

But wait , have I told you about the purple one ?
It ripples and tears the heart ,
The purple is the darker of them I have mentioned ,
Poisonous as it loves too ,
Loves without propaganda and agenda ,
The theories are difficult so .

Now you are rubbed and scratched ,
You didn’t want it this way, do you ?
The fire which burns the slowest burns the most ,
It can even not be the brightest ,
Like a flickering cricket on you .

Still what it shows is indifferenceness ,
And the price for love can only be love ,
Isn’t that ?

©
This is Just to remind you ,
I love anything that is you ,
Without learning the past and seeing the future ,

I love anything that is you ,
You are the moment ,
The present I live in ,

And every kiss that has been sealed by this toxin ,
They are just to intoxicate you ,

I love anything that is you ,
So that I live and you in peace ,

I love anything that is you ,
So that the water that I drink taste like you ,
The bread that I bite taste like you ,

And The wine that I pour on my soul ,
Channels some life what I haven't breathe yet ,
So that you can only sleep in dream which is sweet ,
And the bitter nightmare becomes nothing but a cup of intriguing coffee,

I love anything that is you ,
So that the river runs to the middle of the ocean to see how beautiful the sun set is ,

I love anything that is you ,
So that the fire burns and melts too ,

I love anything that is you ,
So that the universe can taste itself and keep circling too .
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