In the chill dawn hours;
A summer in her open cherry lips;
Recites lyrics of sweet kiss!
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

My eyes on your ****;
shy blossoms  on your blue lotus face;
heart beats for love music !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

You offered me nothing
for yesterday at all,
but, if you want to know the past,
Better to look back in a flash
This will bring you a present;
You offered me everything
for today by all means;
If you are living in present,
This will contribute the effect of the past
You offered me something
for tomorrow by all ways;
If you want to know the future,
better to  look at yourself  in the present;
for that is the cause of the future.
You offered nothing for yesterday
But, I shall offer you everything
for tomorrow
If  you do not know yesterday
and tomorrow
better not to know today!
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

An Apple a day;
You and I shared this day;
by cutting it  half  in ****;
From one angle, I saw you,
swallowing; throat jammed;
No thirst; No hunger;
at the  hanging dried-up breast;
from another angle;
Just like a pale;
Ruined, dead body;
You became the debris
of a divine love,
inside your womb;
no more little seed can grow;
And you remain so simple; humble
Beside a sharp knife on the top
of a dining table!
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

I wish to be a small wound,

On one of my shaped *******;

bounce only by your ruthless bite;

Let that scratch be with my body

until my death;Your only passage

of light to my heart of darkness;

An X ray of cancer; curable;

not only by medicine;

but also by meditation;

words of prayers !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Mind is forever unspoken;
nightmares in and around
corpse speak a lot;
lightening in and out
volume is low
word is silent
accepting
is better;
knowing is worst;
be a outsider
of your own.
*

BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

   From an expression still
  scorching in my throat-
It is better to engrave than die;
  with my fractured fingers;
   I unlocked my memories;
The doors of the perished window;
Yesterday scribbled on a piece of paper.
The visitor is missing leaving the foot ware behind
Life too retreated after searching for a while in vain.
We alone remain at the end like rusted old vessels
The struggling love strangles us with creeping in memories.
Though we close the door mutually like this
The bonds of life and beyond call us back again.
A beat in the closed room within the heart
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI  MAVELI