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 Mar 2013 Saumya
Chris T
The day will start with some coffee
The best type, bitter sweet, hot,
Drinking it ‘neath the morning sun
Heading out, Fall, cool breeze blows,
Colored leafs dance. Sit in the park
On a bench, the birds flying south,
Writing the happiest verses-  poems.
A lovely girl will pass, smile,
Eyes look into eyes, love making,
'Twas but a second. Whistling
Strolling back to a small diner,
Lunch, something fierce, dessert too,
Music playing, a cool sax tune,
Jazz for the background, waitress
“Will you have anything else, sir?”
“Coffee, black, and the check. Thanks.”
One last cup before taking leave,
Sipping, thinking and with joy,
Great tasting like the earlier drink.
The sun’s going down, sky’s orange,
The loud cars honking on the street.
Back in the apartment tired,
The notepad on the bedroom desk,
Sitting on an old armchair,
Looking out towards the city,
it’s all full of life, sleep creeps
near and I slowly doze off.
And this is how I wish to die.
If I should have a daughter,
Well, I'd probably lock her away and buy her a suitor
Because I wouldn't want her to feel what I felt.
I'd probably buy her everything
So she wouldn't feel what I felt.
I'd most probably
Eventually
Turn my house into the greatest functioning dystopia
A pill would take away the pain
Everything was chosen for you
The giver, the receiver, everything mapped out
So she wouldn't feel what I felt.
I would probably find friends for her that she could trust
And she would never fight with
So she wouldn't feel what I felt.
If I should have a daughter, I would cry each night
Because I would know
Eventually, she would feel what I felt
And quite possibly more
And I don't want her to feel what I felt
So I don't think I'll have a daughter
So she doesn't feel what I felt.
This one's for you, Katie.

Once upon a time,
the beautiful blue river loved
a strong green tree;
The green tree lived
amid the wet blue river;
After decades, the river dried up;
leaving not even a drop of love;  
And the green tree too uprooted
without even a leaf of life !
The blue river was my beautiful Mother !
My handsome father was the green Tree !
and now I am the oasis in the desert !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorge­.com
www.williamsmaveli.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

If you were my mirror;
Just in a heavy desire, I could
Always look at your face
If you were my river;
Just in a small wish
I would always
Swim in your waves.
If you were my ocean;
Just like in a dream;
I could row my life boat
in that night storm.
If you were a fresh garland
around my  neck;
Just I fancy, hanging
around your tiny  ****;
If you were my evening
sky on top; middle of clouds
Just I visualize,
Shining like a rainbow
If you were my echo; I wish
Always to hear the
Music  of your dance.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorge­.com
www.williamsmaveli.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Once upon a time,
On a sunny day,
A  Cruel King
named SUN from the
territorial border
met a fairy
Queen named MOON
in a heavenly twilight;
The Sun invaded her rays
The Moon faded away
Into  her  dark night….
After 10 hours of heavy pain
She gave birth to a baby,
the next day dawn  !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli­.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Are you the glorious angel from above,
Are you the one whom I am in true  love,
I hope that we both will never depart;
you’ll always have a place in my heart.
I’ve been in dark, just waiting for a light,
And now you have come to stay at night
truly, with a feature touch from deep inside,
finally, I overcome my fear, on the other side.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli­.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
 Mar 2013 Saumya
N23
P.S. I miss you
 Mar 2013 Saumya
N23
Darling:

Here is the shirt
that you left in my car
the day that we spent
dancing through puddles
&
stealing kisses
in the rain.

I've washed it.

So there is no trace
of the ***** I spilled
when I
laid in your lap
& told you I loved you.

You laughed then.

(Are you laughing now?)

Forever yours,
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