WILLIAMSJI WRITES: A PRAYER ....

A PRAYER

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Let me pour a drop on your face,

A pure  tiny drop of benevolence,

Perceiving few joyful, graceful rays

My kindness come  up in new ways

It may even come any at inner space,

Life has turned  like a very long race

Let me drop a slice of my divine love,

A feel of  a tender embrace on above,

It heals  so good to be in life delight

You are in the true place, inhale light

I send you a sharp ray of  new hope

Climb on top by way of my strong rope

Trust is wonderful to have in our pain,

But sometimes you  are without gain

I present  a drop of  Godly assurance,

A   prayer from me for a reassurance

And God will surely illustrate the way,

As faith is always return and will pay.

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BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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WILLIAMSJI WRITES, PRIOR TO TWILIGHT

In the silence 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 fine dawn we shall meet.
In the calmness of the early birds greet
There is only few seagulls cry will reside
Out in the ocean, watch small boat slide,
Somewhere, west winds touch the sunset,
Prior to 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

WILLIAMSJI WRITES, Opps !! Something went wrong

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Well, we all make errors,
So just put it at the back you.
We should regret our errors
Something went wrong!

• To err is human, to forgive, divine.

 Discover from them,
 But never carry them
 Onward into the future
Along with in your life,
Something went wrong!

• To err is human, to forgive, divine.

We learn from errors,
  Failures and mistakes,
 not from a success or victory
Well, we all make errors,
Something went wrong!

• To err is human, to forgive, divine.

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• BY
• WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

WILLIAMSJI WRITES, LOVE DESIRES

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I just plucked an orchid of adore,
Fragrant blossom so rare in odor,
Desires full flourish on the body,
Nestled in that space, ever ready
My lips, a humming blue night bird
Hungry for passion, not by a word,
Hanging above you, lacking to hear,
To drink so deep, and long to bear
My starving inner heart, now filled,
 For a short blissful ways, unfulfilled
 Hungry again, takes its veins to pain
For a drink extremely of you, again.
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

WILLIAMSJI WRITES, COUNT DOWN STARTS

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Our ending count down now,
Bit by bit to start;
each inhale you hold
a breath with air;
a bath in fire,
exhale desire.
Never afraid
when it is time to fly
Our time is
unpredictable
Death by fate,
fate undeniable
But now, I am with you
Always with you !
One day we all in
Short queue line up
already booked a ticket
since our birth time
We are all waiting there
at departure lounge
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• BY
• WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

WILLIAMSJI WRITES, CELESTIAL BLESSINGS

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Old lovers of the times of yore,
Let me carve up in story of bore,
Though you never exist no more,
At this  time of you to carry fore,
You twinkle; abruptly to declare,
Your smirk, empathy swing to flare,
Held in bright misty dawn olive tree,
You turn around to breathe in free,
 Looking down to see a slim body,
 Certainly not yours, my dear buddy,
You push your shoulders back, hold
 your head up high, and walk in bold
 Never to take away life, offer a love,
Celestial blessings pour from above.
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

WILLIAMSJI WRITES, THE OUTSIDER

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• I never believe in myself as being
• A handsome or beautiful or whatsoever.
• Indeed, I always felt like an outsider.

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I venture to be an outsider,
to worship you, not from near
at your celestial shrine of love
to be like a flying white dove
My Veins are alphabets;
Thumbs are words;
Hands are sentences.
My pages are for your lust;
Chapters are for your life;
My book is your soul.
Cover becomes the tomb stone.
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI