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After undergoing the usual  ceremonial purification's;
and between a journey to an unknown hut on a honey-moon;
Bare, She came with a bowl* , filled with wine of red grapes;
Drinking all  little drops; I left nothing, leaving it empty;
  Had I drank half the bowl , I would have survived;
If left it untouched; I would have further more  lived.
But, someone now announced that I am totally dead !

BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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NOTE:
The word "bowl", symbolizes, the life span of a human being.

From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Let your two hands be the wing;
To carry me, whenever you sing;
At the hyped shelter of highness;
On a journey to eternal dimness;
My own pale lips unfit for a prayer;
Body, being called upon to his care;
May the drops under your blue eye;
Do not shed a tear of a good bye!
A song of a death is a cry for a birth;
Avail a plot to lie down in this earth !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorge­.com
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From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Uncovered valleys, plains and mountains,
hungry for the soft touch of rain showers,
pester again while lying  like bare clouds,
blanketed with passion of sweet romance,
In the white mist, dropping down at dawn
A dream emerge in mind, to be with you !  
**
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorge­.com
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From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Your eyes are blue Oceans;
Cheeks, glared half moon;
Lips, small red cherry fruits;
Smiles, a bounty of dreams;
Hairs, dripping slow waterfall,
Sound, the river of emotions;
Face, an emulation of mind;
You are my elegant universe!
**
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorge­.com
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From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
When one side is to bless;
The other will have to curse;
While one part is to love;
The other will opt to hate;
When one will have to feed;
The other has to plead;
Two different natures
beat within; indulge
and then, ultimately,
She chooses both;
According to her
Whims and fancies
Life moves like that….

BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorge­.com
www.microthemes.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Towards,
wherever you move,
whatever you make;
a light shadow
is not far at the back of yours;
Subsequently,
all instincts that are wholesome;
and obliviously,
within a span of  time;
This may be for a
wrong welcome!
**
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorge­.com
www.microthemes.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

If pure love has become a crusade;
Life ends up for a death of persuade;  
Remains accumulates to bones; ashes;
Promises shared by a bond of wishes;
along with those wild winds of change;
Words  blown away with no exchange;
Passions emerge towards open mind;
Missions are sometimes hard to find.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorge­.com
www.microthemes.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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