Like a cherry crop bursts,
into the petals of your eyes,
in every dawn you emerge
with a shiny, wet, gentle skin;
Unveiling your body shapes,
Sketching the stylish curves,
so that my soul can whirl;
sipping throughout the day
till I drown in your darkness;
in your tasty, fruity drinks !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli­.com
www.williamsgeorge.com

If my birth is for her life only;
In a true faith; I would reside
in the fantasy of her passions;
My hands may unlock the
Chambers of that spicy body;
Such a thought in my imagination
will sweep the waves towards her arms,
Seeking a shelter for my last lust !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli­.com
www.williamsgeorge.com

My untamed thoughts
gets frozen,
during mid-night hours,
After a breakdown of
a burst of time,
The old reminiscences
bring glimpses of your
Angelic face;
Sunflower eyes;
Cherry fruit lips;
Exotic, elegant ****;
Later everything leaves,
at heart, like an unfinished
sketch of rainbow colors.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli­.com
www.williamsgeore.com

Take a walk along with me;
Towards your endless shores of love;
I will capture you from the hands of high tides;
Before you drown into the blues !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli­.com
www.williamsgeorge.com

Your eyes are like blue sky;
Dew drops of love pours down;
We both, became wet in that
Yesterday’s first rain shower!

Your lips are like cherry flowers;
Sweetened by the kisses of lust;
We both, became stripped in that
Yesterday’s last touch of ecstasy.

Your cheeks are like faded dusk;
Shadowed by twilights of bliss;
We both, became exposed in that
Yesterday’s close embrace of night.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli­.com
www.williamsgeorge.com

The Red street light looks only at a ***** night girl,
Peeping on their beauty; lipsticks; colored eye brows.
The cafeteria opens; decorates early mornings,
Exhibiting yesterday’s eatables; bread and jam
in front of the hungry child, begging for it’s half.
The Street water-pipe bursts to see a dried up,
throat slaking thirst, unable to capture a single drop.
The forest sees a fire, where animals, being burned alive,
The city hunts for a killer man; unarmored; unhurt;  
The left eye lid, half open, but its light slapped away,
Someone says that there is only one eye left out;
And even that itself is not to see others, but himself!
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli­.com
www.williamsgeorge.com

The love is that the best,
which is most full of lust,
in it; like  salt  in a sweat,
unlike honey in a sweet !
The love is that the worst,
which is most full of rust,
Inside, bringing up a thirst;
Unlike a hatred in a burst!
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli­.com
www.williamsgeorge.com