This is being referred as qualitative summary of a person’s
spiritual conditions at the final point of a life time,
including his moral values, spiritual liabilities
and the net worth  as assets
in his or her Holiness or Godliness.
This is shown at the left column.
The first part of the life’s balance sheet shows
all the sinful deeds or belongings.
The second part shows all
the bountiful gracefulness as liabilities.
This is shown at the right column.
This is also called as the statement of condition
of a person while on his last and
final confiscation or end of life.
Both left and right columns should match
or tally to qualify for a life in the next world.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorge­.com
www.williamsmaveli.com

A drop of your light rain
is more than enough for me
to make an ocean of love;
A slice of your blue moon
is more than enough for me
to shade my twilight of life;
A drop from your cherry lips
is more than enough for me
to make a jar of wine;
A colour from your rainbow
Is more than enough for me
to paint my portraits;
A drop from your deep eyes
Is more than enough for me
to wet my sorrows.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorge­.com
www.williamsmaveli.com

A December mist is born
at the hill side;
A Savior in a rare crib;
Three king’s visit,
Followed by a red star,
Angels sing;
Celebrating
a redeemer’s birth;
Our sins vanish;
Peace be with you!
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI,
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com

A broken string;
an echo
of a weeping sound;
Music ends;
drops of light falls;
night bare **** !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com

Blessed among virgins;
Bestowed love upon you;
When your autumn ends,
nothing changes forever;
your treasures, valuables;
destiny takes all over again;
Touch my wet lips;
With your tongue,
Kiss me; **** me !
*
BY
Williamsji Maveli
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com

Life ends like a game of a toy;
Where, no one will ever enjoy;
   The toy of  God  is made of bones;
Later it becomes tomb stones;
This is  a song that all must learn;
Remember, remains is taken to burn;
Human body is just like desert dust;
Our domicile is not on earth to rest;
Lament after the shadow dispels dark;
Mourn with others; never fail to mark;
In a slight moment, pleasure decay;
Bearing agony our lives go away;
Thirst in drought for our laid souls;
The story repeats; the same unrolls;
In love with the grave for the last breath;
The episodes continue around the corners;
Of a new birth, life, as we all go as sinners !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI,
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorg­e.com
www.williamsmaveli.com

Today,
You will utter,
no heart for me at all,
You may float in my
River of love
until the next
day dream fades,
once you will
come to know
whatever I had
whispered yesterday
was true,
Tomorrow,
You should never
Forget to
Remember me
and my love
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorge­.com