Thorns; not flowers are my lyrics;
Unbreakable bones; not decaying
beautiful skins are not my beauty;
I love the skulls,
since they say the truth in the hell;
not in the heaven!
I create my existence
with a flow of blood from my sixth sense
without ache, wound and cry,
nothing new and fresh can be created.
When the bleeding touch for a re-birth
of human values, the pain becomes
inflicted and is acceptable to me!
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Be vigorous, and survive like solo,
Be in love with, and like committed.
Dance, as if someone is holding,
Worship for long; you’ll  be blessed;
Kiss, like no lips get a blood stain;
Sing as if no one's listening,
Inhale like it's heaven is on earth..
Dawn has started its journey;
until dusk is dead;
then what it makes a twilight !
An everlasting journey....
Birth is a dusk;
death is a dawn;
wait for another life !
     Sun  has put his head into
             the ocean of darkness…..
*

BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

A sleepless sleep of eyes in silence;
A weep of a less weep in benevolence;
At the standstill of an elegant dusk;
With the daylight, covering the mask,
The twilight reflects in your mood;
As the sun bleeds down in pure red;
When white candles flick their flame,
spreads the scent of a lovable perfume.
While romantic flute sounds in the air;
at that precious moment, you are near!
What means this heaviness that hangs?
What means this mute music that bangs?
No blood circulates inside my own vein
Everything sinks down without even a pain
The body sinks down to take its final rest;
Mind turns back and mock at my arrest!  
**
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

A night's gold necklace glitters on her !
She sat nearby me; softly touching me;
Sea is silent; cold; shivering and ****;
Night’s necklace glitters on bountiful *******!
**
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Arrived bare;

Wearing nothing; nothing at all;

In a night mask of darkness,

Nothing to be seen by naked eyes;

Nowhere to touch and to feel;

No face; No lips; No eyes, bare !

Still my soul wept without any tears;

Body ignited in a flame;

Drops of light spread around;

Tears dry; candle flame dim, no fears;

A soft bliss within me,

An urge for a moment of

leisure love.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Looking face to face,
While sitting around the corner,
Under the shadow of a pine tree;
In a celestial twilight;
I looked at her blue eyes;
To speak in silence;
A muted line of a lyric;
A quoted word of a love;
In a light pleasure of a mild touch;
Under her arms in a mild dream;
Further drowning into her stream….  
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

A dead body never tells a lie;
At the night’s mid-hours
A dead body at the hospital mortuary told me:
“Look!  My hands were *******;
That Gun is not mine!
Even, I am not aware or familiar
With those bullets at all;
Except the one which hit on me
And pierced into my own chest “
A dead body never tells a lie!
Meanwhile, I asked the dead body”
“What is life after?
Where do we go after death?
“You do not go anywhere;
Certainly not to those places,
Many of you imagine and talk about—
Heaven, Hell, Purgatory.
Those places do not exist at all..
A dead body never tells a lie!
” Do we know who we are?
When we get there?
Absolutely not!  Not at all
You not only; do not even lose your identity,
But will have a much clearer;
  More powerful knowing of
Who you are than you had in
own physical life, here on Earth !
A dead body never tells a lie!
*
___________
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI