ALLURING
Alluring day light has vanished
Sharp rays of dawn diminished
Like feather drips from falcon's flight.
Darkness drops from wings of night.
I see the shades and shadows of a village
Sparkle through the walls of my cottage
And a feeling of sadness comes like mist
that my soul many times cannot resist
A feeling of melancholy and longing,
A thought of you as my own belonging
That is not yet kept and hidden in pain,
As the morning mist resembles the rain.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

SACRED PLACE
The Womb:
a sacred place,
Gifted by God, almighty,
inside the women’s body;
Where her unborn baby grows:
The only Cradle of our comforts!
Life and Love together;
Flesh and blood shared;
The place where God occupies
his Initial resting avenue !
Hence, someone who is on a
High altitude told women:
“Be productive; Possess as much as;
and shelter in your womb;
the pure shelter ;
without any hurt and dirt !
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

CRADLE OF LOVE

Eyes are like half closed windows,
My soul rest in peace in a dark corner,
Heartbeat bends, emotion turns slow,
I am now absolutely hypnotized by
Another mystic love affair like a dream rare!
All my goodness is ready to shower like rain,
My real aura is a true copy of self ego,
My past is that perished time to reason out
All my melancholic thoughts are now
Hanging in and around my own mind-set,
As my ways are strange than your beauty
All sorrows are in the full heal of purity
Now do not cease me, let me walk away
And go and escape to far beyond the borders
Let me relinquish perfectly in your arms
This is a positive recharging with loving
Insanity and no more queasiness at all,
At this instant is encircled in an elegant mood
Better for us to make love, sprinkled like pain
In every nook and corner of a divine altar,
Love becomes so lonely and dizzy in despair,
Let my body sense your alluring touch
Striding both of us together like
We both were born again in this
Little cradle of love life....
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

SHARED LONGINGS
Not beauty's form, but where its essence lies,
A thirst that stirs, an intense hunger in the soul,
Love seeks the light, where hidden wisdom sighs,
And passion's tendrils take their sweet control.
No static grace, but real vibrant, flowing art,
Where minds entwine, and secrets softly yield,
A whispered promise, just playing every part,
As fertile thoughts on eager lips are sealed.
Through touch of words, and glances deeply cast,
Ideas unfold, like white petals in the night,
A sensual dance, where futures hold us fast,
And shared desire ignites a burning light.
Thus love, a yearning, breeds a vibrant fire,
And beauty's bloom, through shared embrace.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI