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Anything that glitters like gold
need not be very precious or valuable;
Many valueless things look alike!
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com

Dear Readers,
"All that glitters are not gold!". Outward appearance cannot be greatly misleading. Gold is a very valuable metal. It has an attractive glittering appearance too. But it does not mean that everything which glitters like gold are precious. BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
From "SEASHELL", a collection of HAIKU's, written on Love & Life

HAIKU 1
All that comes to net
are fish; either golden or silver color;
Fishermen are rich at heart!

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HAIKU 2
Action speaks louder than words;
Be practical; stop wasting your precious time
Life is full of hazards!
___________
HAIKU 3
You are naturally beautiful; cheerful,
a sight for my eyes to hold ;
Will you allow kissing!
___________
HAIKU 4
While on visit to temples,
I imagine you as my own Goddess:
I become your only follower!
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HAIKU 5
Few ***** drinks before dinner;
But sometimes, I overdo it at weekends!
A Hangover next day morning.
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BY
Williamsji­ Maveli
williamsji@yahoo.com

From SEASHELLS, a collection of HAIKU Poems by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

    As God is within me;
    Never a fear for anything in life;
    May love be my comfort !
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
A HAIKU POEM ON SPIRITUALITY from the HAIKU Collection titled as "Seashells" by Williamsji Maveli

A captive, his thoughts
like a prisoner, inside the
Numbered cell,
Sheltered, locked up like
a dog in this man made hell;
His days are being counted;
Sentenced to death;
Will you come, flying?
After breaking through  
the dark clouded sky
on a black horse back;
to embrace me within this
few seconds, prior to my
Execution early morning!
My body is ready to depart;
Soon, take me away, my dear!


BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI


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 animal are 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!
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BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

In the stillness of the blue ocean tides
As the water sweeps on the sea rides
I feel you are with me; holding my hands,
Walking slowly along the cold wet sands,
Knowing that one day we shall meet.
In a silence of the early dawns greet
There is only few seagulls cry reside
Out in the ocean, watch the boat slide,
Somewhere, west winds touch the sunset,
Before the twilight, you will come to rest,
With tears of gladness, in your blue eye
You watch the fish, whispering good bye
Where is my darling, please do not hide,
I have waited so long, to be by your side!
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

During a celestial night,
As I walked along the path
of my own dream garden,
On my shoulders,
I saw the blue sky,
This became my own heart
and the earth, my own body !
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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