Jan 2013
Living in my own solitude and loneliness
Without you, life seems to be meaningless
The spring blossoms towards love
I seek in you, my shelter like a dove
When my human emotional sparks
Your soft and lovable voice speaks
Everything is known to be very far,
Unless you stay back with me near
Like the vanishing dawn dew
every solo minute goes with a few
spoken verses never scribbled ever
You are my solitary love, dear beware
But you have to wish me good and well
And hold me, and don’t ever say farewell
you are born with a superb effect
Unless we both live together in perfect
it’s what makes you sharp and crucial
It's what I want you are feel so special
My sparkle of fire towards madness of love
It’s the radiance to hold you to move
Love has devastated me like dried leaves
Life has distorted to live in my own caves
everything has altered me and I am down
new thoughts, you stitches gives me a gown
Everything in and around seems to be ruin
Life is meaningless, dear with a bitter mean.
The girl to whom I loved the most
Lost for ever and ever like a ghost
It makes me to stand like a dead host
with no ideas, themes or joys to post.
Tears have dried out, crying all the way
you be here and I could make a pay
The painful ways, how we both loved
And the gainful style, how we lived
my life is meaningless as you know
and nothing can get changed for now.
By Williamsji Maveli
Email:williamsji@yahoo.com
Without you, life seems to be meaningless
The spring blossoms towards love
I seek in you, my shelter like a dove
When my human emotional sparks
Your soft and lovable voice speaks
Everything is known to be very far,
Unless you stay back with me near
Like the vanishing dawn dew
every solo minute goes with a few
spoken verses never scribbled ever
You are my solitary love, dear beware
But you have to wish me good and well
And hold me, and don’t ever say farewell
you are born with a superb effect
Unless we both live together in perfect
it’s what makes you sharp and crucial
It's what I want you are feel so special
My sparkle of fire towards madness of love
It’s the radiance to hold you to move
Love has devastated me like dried leaves
Life has distorted to live in my own caves
everything has altered me and I am down
new thoughts, you stitches gives me a gown
Everything in and around seems to be ruin
Life is meaningless, dear with a bitter mean.
The girl to whom I loved the most
Lost for ever and ever like a ghost
It makes me to stand like a dead host
with no ideas, themes or joys to post.
Tears have dried out, crying all the way
you be here and I could make a pay
The painful ways, how we both loved
And the gainful style, how we lived
my life is meaningless as you know
and nothing can get changed for now.
By Williamsji Maveli
Email:williamsji@yahoo.com
Poetry dates all the way back to the beginnings of Humanity. People have always been questioning nature, and the day-to-day existence of themselves and other humans love, death, survival, war, injustice, and the universe are all examples of things that have been questioned by men and woman since the roots of human existence. Whether in nursery rhyme, ballad, jingle, rhyme, anthem, or music,people have found poetry to be an outlet for expressing these questions, sensations, and experiences
People often associate it with strict rhyming patterns, complicated vocabulary, hidden iconic meanings, and difficult rhythmical conventions. Poetry is even taught in school to be an intricate, complicated, inexplicable puzzle. True, poetry is difficult. Sure, it can be harder to understand
than prose. However, that is only because sometimes it is involved with your inescapable complexities and uncertainties of your existence.
For more, visit
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
www.moonmakers.com
www.thefilmmagazine.com
People often associate it with strict rhyming patterns, complicated vocabulary, hidden iconic meanings, and difficult rhythmical conventions. Poetry is even taught in school to be an intricate, complicated, inexplicable puzzle. True, poetry is difficult. Sure, it can be harder to understand
than prose. However, that is only because sometimes it is involved with your inescapable complexities and uncertainties of your existence.
For more, visit
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
www.moonmakers.com
www.thefilmmagazine.com
(Angamaly, Ernakulam)
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