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Bleeding Petals
                                                                                                Williamsji Maveli

                                                                                                                                                                                       A splendour that bounces off
                                                                                  Williamsji  Maveli  is  the  senator  member  of  WORLD  UNION  OF                                   my body frames of flesh and sweat
                                                                                  POETS and Founder of WHORLED WIDE WRITERS , world's most
                                                                                                                                                                                       is broken by blood clots
                                                                                  active writers forum. He is a member of WORLD NATIONS WRITERS                                        inside the veins
                                                                                  UNION holding an additional honorary member status in their academy
                                                                                  World Higher Literary Academic Council (WHLAC ).                                                     like bleeding of pure petals
                                                                                                                                                                                       pollinating pale graves.
                                                                                  A Freelance Journalist from Kerala, Williamsji Maveli, wears his many                                Green color of your leaves
                                                                                  featured caps with elegance. He has created a place for himself in the world
                                                                                                                                                                                       soaks the mother earth;
                                                                                  of poetry and literary review writing and contributes regularly to many
                                                                                  poetry web sites and groups.                                                                         its stain to excel, while you
                                                                                                                                                                                       breathe a fruitful breath
                                                                                  Earlier, he had worked for Emirates Telecommunications Corporation                                   through ripened cherry cheeks,
                                                                                  (Etisalat),  Thurayya  Satellite  Corporation  in  Abu  Dhabi  UAE,  ME
                                                                                                                                                                                       stacked with shades of gray dust.
                                                                                  Publishers, Khaleej Times, Gulf News & Gulf Today – All News Agencies
                                                                                  in United Arab Emirates.                                                                             I balance on the hazard of pause radiant
                                                                                                                                                                                       within your love light; lusty dreams
                                                                                                                                                                                       I blink time into forgetfulness
                                                                                                                                                                                       where humour whittles into dry insight
                                                                                                                                                                                       and eyes giggle their lids with death.
                                                                                  Green Leaves                                                                                         I see the grave in your stare that soils your pace,
                                                                                                                                                                                       and annoyance to bond the unsung.

                                                                                  Allow me to pluck your orchid of adore,                                                              I weep, for I am set to harvest the aura
                                                                                  Fragrant blossoms are so rare in odour,                                                              of sorrow and you... the grace of your
                                                                                  Desires full flourish on the divine body,                                                             Beauty and bounty of the divine soul
                                                                                  Nestled in an ever abode, dreams moody
                                                                                  My lips are like a humming blue night bird                                                           @Williamsji Maveli
                                                                                  Hungry for passion, always by a poetic word,
                                                                                  Hanging above you, you close ears to hear,
                                                                                  To drink so deep, a love dream, long to bear
                                                                                  My starving inner heart, is not yet filled,
                                                                                  For a diminutive blissful ways unfulfilled.
                                                                                  Hungry again, takes its veins to heavy pain
                                                                                  Just to drink you on for a dream love, again.                                                                       Make your
                                                                                  Green garden leaves grow on your body stems,                                                                            reach
                                                                                  Your deep blue eyes glow like two gold gems,                                                                     strong enough;
                                                                                  Soft rose petals are fresh on the your pretty face,                                                             to hold your sky
                                                                                  Outsourcing and nurturing all for the human race                                                                       tightly
                                                                                  My lyrics are star clusters of dream love delight,                                                                 in your arms.
                                                                                  Your fruit garden is my own, pure blissful heart;
                                                                                  It slowly opens all its tiny buds in a shy of love,                                                                  ...Author
                                                                                  Pure nectar drops down always from the above


                                                                                  @ Williamsji Maveli
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