BRIDGING HAIKU AND TANKA
In the heart of verdant dreams, she stands,
A poetess, in nature's embrace, hands
Clad in hues of Mother Earth and the blue sky,
Her spirit always sings and dances, free to fly.

Upon the bridge of whispers, she waits,
Where poetry's river serenely gyrates,
In the gentle breeze, her verses sigh,
A symphony of words, under azure sky.

Her costume woven from forest's gown,
In innocence, she wears her crown,
Each step she takes, a graceful glide,
In harmony with the riverside.

With haiku, she paints the dawn's first blush,
In Tanka, the full moon's soft hush,
Her words like petals, delicate and pure,
Embracing nature's essence, ever sure.

Onward she strides, her spirit aglow,
Where the river of poetry's whispers flow,
Innocent and natural, her essence divine,
A poetess draped in nature's design
-WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Poem inspired by Rumpa Ghosh, Editor For All Books Penned by Author Williamsji Maveli

In the shadows of lives bitter rain,
Where pain and sorrow often reign,
There's a beacon of light that still remains,
In the simple yet profound act of a smile.

Though tears may flow, and hearts may ache,
In the depths of despair, a choice we make,
To let our spirits rise, no matter the trial,
To find solace and strength in a smile.

For in that curve upon our lips,
Lies a power that gently grips,
The turmoil within, calming the wild,
As we bravely endure, wearing a smile.

It whispers of hope in the darkest night,
It kindles warmth, igniting the light,
Guiding us through the darkest mile,
Urging us on, with a steadfast smile.

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

WELL-BEING
She brought me here from the oasis,
I stole her whirling from the deep ocean,
Prior to her warm embrace,
I was tempted by her fragrance,
Honey and milk seem to be good,
You can borrow my soul on rental
I keep whispering in your sharp ears,
Who made my body and soul
Creating me, giving birth as a whole,
A day will come to go into another hole.
Find your pathway beyond all times,
Well-being who gave life as tribute,
To drink all from the purest white petals
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

In a world where words dance upon the wind,
And verses weave tales of joy and sin,
We gather here, on this special day,
To celebrate the power of what we say.

With ink-stained fingers and hearts afire,
We poets dare to reach higher and higher,
Exploring depths of the human soul,
In search of truth to make us whole.

To my fellow poets, I send my regards,
Across mountains, deserts, and seas that charge,
May your quills never falter, your muses inspire,
And may your verses set the world on fire.

On this World Poetry Day, let us unite,
In the magic of language, in the realm of light,
For through our words, we bridge the divide,
And in each other's lines, we shall abide.

So here's to the dreamers, the bards, the seers,
To the poets who quiet the world's clamorous fears,
May your rhymes resonate, may your stanzas endure,
Happy World Poetry Day, let our voices

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

SPARK OF LOVE
Little drops of love light from your eyes
Poured into my mind slots; more empty
Mud pots broken into pieces, unknowingly,
I grieve since you do not know the other end,
And who you are, but when you come to light,
Fill within me, those few pure light sparks!
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

SHADOW CRESENT
No more profound pain in this present,
It is a real gain in the shadow crescent,
Nobody's life is entirely free of any sorrow,
All you created without a need to borrow.

The mind always seeks to deny the current,
Intensity of pain depends in this moment,
Imagine the earth devoid of human being,
All we need is time; mind of a well-being.

And when we are gone, we are forgotten,
Without a trace, as if we never even existed,
And that's all, a simple love life in an oasis,
Well lived, fine loved in a mild silent way.

When a dwelling place has just lost its soul,
A wounded silence falls over a sudden goal,
None one will go further from one desert to another,
All the voices, wild echoes that all will be made later.
- Williamsji Maveli

BEYOND
I am a true human;
I am neither black nor white,
I am not in between
a color of real human or an animal
My mind is universal
My color is Whorled Wide,
I am not just beautiful,
But , bountiful, graceful
I am not just white or handsome
I am fair in my character
I wish you would know that.
I am more than of you
being loud and silent,
I am beautiful and I am unique.
I am expressive, but submissive
to shut down your racist arguments.
I am daring and striving.
I am neither an Angel nor a devil
Neither Black nor white,
I am a true human.
- WilliamsjiMaveli