The silvery mirror of a moon peeks;
This lightly reflects on your cheeks!
While I reside, in a low mild moods;
Carrying her inside my wild woods;
A love grows; eyelids half way closes;
At mid night hours, she fully encloses.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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I saw a blossomed lotus
in  a blue  lake of love;
I plucked one of its petals
unknowingly.
later by dusk
it faded away
into your cheeks;
then it became
Your elegant face !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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Lost the grips on the walls of pragmatism;
wakeful nights, never catch up optimism;
no touch felt from behind; just for a comfort;
With none in and around to calm a distraught;
all emotions vanished, feeling totally unfilled;
the color of this world is immensely  refilled;
The body and mind started its own bleeding;
Ego’s and conduct screamed for spreading;
darkness of loneliness harassing at all times,
Life, a hazard, hard for breathe out, at times.
**
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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Sweet memories of you still reside;
when it reflects, I cannot keep aside;
a sense of the vibe; ahead of a pride;
And a flavor of those nostalgia abide;
Of a time in my life, years transferred;
Taking a turn of good times retrieved;
Relieving gift of memories redeemed;
an innocence of worship, blossomed.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli­.com
www.williamsgeorge.com

Love me not; lust prevails;
It is free for all reasons;
Touch me not; mourn echoes;
It is liberated for all seasons;
   Be a green landscape,
Emotions never escape;
a dance before the fire and blood;
Burns from night to dawn;
turns with no dead ends;
Hairpin Bends are for no returns;
a wild  wind whispers;
a shadow of  death appears !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli­.com
www.williamsgeorge.com

Attitude is more vital than an action;
Solitude is more ritual than a reaction
Emotions are for bursting into tears;
Revolutions are for reshuffling fears;
Anything comes out as appeal is slavery;
Something well planned is from bravery.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli­.com
www.williamsgeorge.com

When I knew you starved; I craved;
you loved; in return  I cursed;
On a sensual, emotional bliss;
Just after your long awaited kiss.
Dreams shaped up into a sweet fruit;
Love took a turn; got into a deep root;
there is an everlasting peace in my soul
amidst the violent sea storm; in a whirl;
For such a long awaited years of time;
remains a love of melody and rhyme;
I knew no other could have reached;
The gospel of love, so much preached
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli­.com
www.williamsgeorge.com