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An unknown beauty
from heaven  
has started pouring
Scents of love
on her two wings;
to lift her lover;
from the ground
for a flight of eternal lust !
*
_____________
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Take me to her own fruit-garden;
a feeling of blessing and pardon;
bare to my  eyes; body and  mind;  
caressing me with a sin to rewind;
I long for her softest touch to heal;
wounds of my dampened skin to feel;
Take me to her own flower paradise;
and let our bodies meet in jeopardize;
the dribble of the dawn rain outside;
would shower us with cold inside;
I wish to be in her night dream fantasy;
and to make our love; lust and life easy.
*
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

Revelation of ever cherished words;
Echoes in my inner mind like swords;
Enlightening those precious love songs;
Sung by the morning flying bird gangs.
Your blessed blue eyes open better wishes;
Cherry lips bestow me, with countless kisses.
  After placing your best heart from most worst;
I treasured you; sheltered you in me, as my dearest;
You too nurtured, cared  me, by keeping a soft touch;
Altered my life with an ignite of lust fire, as such;
But, all on a sudden, without a sign, you said bye;
You seems to be a beautiful angel sent from above;
To take care of me, and my habits, showering love;
It’s so thrilling those belongings you had made;
To bring my own devotion that will never fade!
*
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

Another spring season of love has emerged,
Her eyes have turned to blue lakes merged;
Like the assertion of heavenly angel’s wing;
Birds of love; their voice may rise to sing;
The ocean has deepened with full of pearls,
Her sweat has melted into salt of life souls;
Stones were sharpened to silvery, from mine;
her shaped body , now decorated  to shine!  .
*
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

Light downpour showers;
on her neck and shoulders;
a steady striking of little drops
on her forehead and nose;
invoking a blurred feeling;
firelight dance with shadows;
upon the walls of her dark room;
in a cherished show time;
throwing  crackles as the blaze,
burns hotter on her *******;
as you hold  my body towards;
By the  hug  of the flames of lust;
your  blue eyes gaze into mine;
lips perched just  by a whisper;
I sipped the nectar poured out;
feeling a thrilling sprint;
sweet and warm;
our bodies so frenzied
from the flames  that rage
in and out of mind;
nothing else matters
just this lustful moments;
just this kissable hours;
in a world, just you and me.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamamveli.­com
www.williamsgeorge.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

A shapeless blue moon with all its rays;
Make up her loveliness in all ways;
As her soft, spicy body slowly drifts;
Offering me, some marvelous gifts.
Floating along with waves of cloud;
Holding me tight, like her own beloved;
As she chase her eyes towards the moon,
My gorgeous minute ends so soon;
An escape within a lovable pleasure;
Over rejoice in her nurture and leisure;
She moves vigilantly in the night;
Where with peace she can wait;
Wake the heart, mind and soul;
For a lustful late mid-night stroll.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli­.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

A Life in  delight and a love in grief;
Both are like two sides of a green leaf;
A red ocean of your deepest  sorrow;
Will fall back and dry up tomorrow;
Lurking within the light and shadow;
towards a dew drop on a green meadow ;
True happiness will come on your way;
when you finally decide to stop and pray
for a while; when people take  sinful turns;
No one knows, but the human  mind burns!
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli­.com
www.williamsgeorge.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.


This lyric is from MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI.
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