I sip every poisonous drop
from your breast, mouth, tongue, inside body;
You are my spirit mate!
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

You are my dark cloud;

But, whenever, you pour, I become loveable;

Hold me dear Mother Earth!
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Dearly loved, in your lips;
I long to be your flute of love!
And wish to be a lotus flower
in your beautiful hands!
Dreams are unpredictable
Horizons become wider;
shivering feathers of a
Blue peacock looks
for the pearl inside their wings.
The soft tiny grass
Stretches its hands;
The lakes become
a illusion of a painter
of vivid  images in the sky,
But the cup in her hand
is filled with
honey for which
We lengthen
our hands
in vain.!
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI  MAVELI

Write as you Write !
____________

Don’t ever think your verses

are better than others;

Every Verse is new and good,

In its own style!

Don’t ever dream your lyrics

are **** than others;

Every **** is new and lovely,

when it is fully bare;

Don’t ever think your poems

are prettier than others;

Every poem is new and celestial,

While it is read by many;

Write as you write !

____________

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

I am your drop; I am your sweat; and I am your milk!

I celebrate my rains from heaven;
I am a light cloud in the sky
I am a drop; like your tears
I am essential - a open icon
finding my truth and
immersing in my body


I am a river doing battle
transforming
evolving
and accepting myself
Drink my water; be acquainted with me


I am your drop; I am your sweat; and I am your milk!
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Gloomy,  no-one else;

moonlight softens

the hours of darkness

as she stands so sensual

gently by the wall

a small window

opens to the world

golden light shines

on her cheeks;

caresses the curve

of her *******

her face

hidden in dark shade

safety in shadows

intelligent eyes

gently glow ; A young women

exposed, confident, thrilled

delicate hands

arms deliberate at her side

she stands there

a soft engraving

to art and beauty

to life and lust.
*
________

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

If I were a painter,
I would dip your eyes
in blue oceanic color;
if I were a writer
I would drop  
a word LOVE
on your *******,
But, neither am I painter,
nor a writer;
still my love prevails!
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI