Being genuinely loved by someone gives vigor;
loving someone extremely gives you bravery;
An Ink Pot represents an art of virgin women;
The writing pen symbolizes a poet of beauty;
Let her fill the colorful ink of her own sacred life;
And the poor poet to spill the lyric of love to link!

BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

A thirsty old woman opens your main gate-way!
She represents; symbolize a forthcoming drought,
At your paddy fields; give her enough cold drinks;
Let her be delighted; Give a coin; at least of a copper!  
You will be blessed with a good harvest, next season

BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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When your dark dreams,
Reflect an unknown;
Unclothed woman,
Then, the revelation is that:
The Earth will go bare;
A yield will be shattered;
Plants will lose its trunks;
And their leaves will
fade away and drops down;
A death will occur;
There will not be any single
drop of water  in your tank,
to wash away your own
dead body!

BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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After undergoing the usual  ceremonial purification's;
and between a journey to an unknown hut on a honey-moon;
Bare, She came with a bowl* , filled with wine of red grapes;
Drinking all  little drops; I left nothing, leaving it empty;
  Had I drank half the bowl , I would have survived;
If left it untouched; I would have further more  lived.
But, someone now announced that I am totally dead !

BY
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NOTE:
The word "bowl", symbolizes, the life span of a human being.

Let your two hands be the wing;
To carry me, whenever you sing;
At the hyped shelter of highness;
On a journey to eternal dimness;
My own pale lips unfit for a prayer;
Body, being called upon to his care;
May the drops under your blue eye;
Do not shed a tear of a good bye!
A song of a death is a cry for a birth;
Avail a plot to lie down in this earth !

BY
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Uncovered valleys, plains and mountains,
hungry for the soft touch of rain showers,
pester again while lying  like bare clouds,
blanketed with passion of sweet romance,
In the white mist, dropping down at dawn
A dream emerge in mind, to be with you !  

BY
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Your eyes are blue Oceans;
Cheeks, glared half moon;
Lips, small red cherry fruits;
Smiles, a bounty of dreams;
Hairs, dripping slow waterfall,
Sound, the river of emotions;
Face, an emulation of mind;
You are my elegant universe!

BY
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When one side is to bless;
The other will have to curse;
While one part is to love;
The other will opt to hate;
When one will have to feed;
The other has to plead;
Two different natures
beat within; indulge
and then, ultimately,
She chooses both;
According to her
Whims and fancies
Life moves like that….

BY
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Towards,
wherever you move,
whatever you make;
a light shadow
is not far at the back of yours;
Subsequently,
all instincts that are wholesome;
and obliviously,
within a span of  time;
This may be for a
wrong welcome!

BY
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If pure love has become a crusade;
Life ends up for a death of persuade;  
Remains accumulates to bones; ashes;
Promises shared by a bond of wishes;
along with those wild winds of change;
Words  blown away with no exchange;
Passions emerge towards open mind;
Missions are sometimes hard to find.

BY
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The silvery mirror of a moon peeks;
This lightly reflects on your cheeks!
While I reside, in a low mild moods;
Carrying her inside my wild woods;
A love grows; eyelids half way closes;
At mid night hours, she fully encloses.

BY
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I saw a blossomed lotus
in  a blue  lake of love;
I plucked one of its petals
unknowingly.
later by dusk
it faded away
into your cheeks;
then it became
Your elegant face !

BY
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Lost the grips on the walls of pragmatism;
wakeful nights, never catch up optimism;
no touch felt from behind; just for a comfort;
With none in and around to calm a distraught;
all emotions vanished, feeling totally unfilled;
the color of this world is immensely  refilled;
The body and mind started its own bleeding;
Ego’s and conduct screamed for spreading;
darkness of loneliness harassing at all times,
Life, a hazard, hard for breathe out, at times.

BY
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Sweet memories of you still reside;
when it reflects, I cannot keep aside;
a sense of the vibe; ahead of a pride;
And a flavor of those nostalgia abide;
Of a time in my life, years transferred;
Taking a turn of good times retrieved;
Relieving gift of memories redeemed;
an innocence of worship, blossomed.

BY
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Love me not; lust prevails;
It is free for all reasons;
Touch me not; mourn echoes;
It is liberated for all seasons;
   Be a green landscape,
Emotions never escape;
a dance before the fire and blood;
Burns from night to dawn;
turns with no dead ends;
Hairpin Bends are for no returns;
a wild  wind whispers;
a shadow of  death appears !

BY
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Attitude is more vital than an action;
Solitude is more ritual than a reaction
Emotions are for bursting into tears;
Revolutions are for reshuffling fears;
Anything comes out as appeal is slavery;
Something well planned is from bravery.

BY
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When I knew you starved; I craved;
you loved; in return  I cursed;
On a sensual, emotional bliss;
Just after your long awaited kiss.
Dreams shaped up into a sweet fruit;
Love took a turn; got into a deep root;
there is an everlasting peace in my soul
amidst the violent sea storm; in a whirl;
For such a long awaited years of time;
remains a love of melody and rhyme;
I knew no other could have reached;
The gospel of love, so much preached

BY
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Love is an icon of infinity;
Maintains a sense of eternity;
An essence of everlasting purity;
Wipes out all other uncertainty;
Lust is a symbol of extremity;
brings out irregularity;
Destroying the sweet memories
of a beginning and all the
fears of an ending; in between
Love conquers all territories;
Kills all enemies at the borders;
Let us surrender to Love;
And not to lust and dust!

BY
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From those celestial dawn to dusk;
And from that mid-night till mid-day;
She worked hard; not only for
her daily bread, but also for others too,
who lived in and around her small hut;
situated near the meadow hills.
From those beautiful dusk to dawn  
and from that mid-day till mid-night;
She baked her bread for others too;
Her daily kindness; good deeds,
counted a lot in my life;
And all that occurred in my life
is the result of her deeds.
  Her every action creates a new thought,
with in me  and  my life.
I was emotional; passionate to her;
In the long run,this is in turn
created an affection; liking
between us within her and me;
  sweet talks; bitter love  in her mind.
This leaves a subtle imprint on me;
It has the potential to ripen
my future happiness or for future sufferings,
depending on whether her actions
were positives or negatives.
She opened a gorgeous shelter,
for me to sleep and to dream at night;
It has neither any doors nor walls;
At dawn, she led me out towards the hill
Nature has no windows, no any exits at all;
like her; She has neither any doors to her heart;
nor any windows to her spicy body;
She was the loveliest among others;
And She knew  how to pay back the love;
Unveiling the secrets of me and to win
over the dirt within me ; but there was
no room in her womb to conceive;
to carry a baby of mine;
But still, I nurture her; love her !

BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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