Williamsji Maveli writes, Clusters Of Love

Clusters of love moments,
Rewinding in hasty and fury,
through layers of present.
Dead cells of transitory instant,
Decayed in times of rupture, 
to get folded in the reminiscence,
time and sanguinity on future 
will never tally at times
I never dwell in a mood of broken life
You are the bits and pieces
engraved in the delusion
squeezing feeble reality
from misty rumpus
in mysterious shadow.
Underneath sapphire sky
on the bank of humanity
rest, numerous existences
entrenched with multitude thoughts
and discard anxious selves
as love is like burning flames.

-Williamsji Maveli