Come to my vineyard, O’ my love,

Spreading the green grass on bed,

From the blossoms and flower buds,

Having arrayed myself in a celestial

bridal costume from head to toe,

Wearing no gold on my *******;

It’s all free for your hands to nurture,

I have been your slave since long;

My body pains for your touch;

My soul gains by your vouch!

I am not your beautiful Queen;  

But, you are my handsome King,

As always, you captured my heart!

___________

BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

In an early morning dream,
When all  are in deep sleep,
I screamed out in fear;
As I walked towards the dark valleys;
Barren deserts, high mountains,
Slowly on my head and shoulders,
The blue sky became my own blue eyes;
Hills, my *******; water wells my *******,
And this beautiful planet Earth,
As my own spicy body;
Still I explored to find
the charms of his heights;
the strength of his weights;
further hunting for a good time
to rush into his strong arms ;
and to be the part of his body and soul

________________

BY
WILLIAMS­JI MAVELI

No hospitality at all, to anyone;
This is not an orphanage;
Not even an invitee enters;
None to cook;
None to serve;
None to eat;
Inside the nest,
A bird of hope chirps.
Rain after the hurricane will
Sweep across the shores;
Since then, a heavy summer will
Follow touching my shoulders;
A wild wind whirls away;
From the snake's hole;
I hear a poisonous sound;
Never abandon your ears;
Keep the crown on your forehead;
Invite a bite from her !
**
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Her blue eyes glow more than the moon;
like ripped cherry fruit, her lips emerge soon;
If rabbits are timid, her ******* are so soft;
If dawn mist be white, her cheeks are bright;
If hairs are long, black ropes grow on her top.
If beauty is not on her silky skin, then a flop!
**
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Harvesting festival
is around the paddy field;
But nothing to harvest,
Except my own deadly sins!

Reaping Carnival
is around the shopping corner;
But nothing to dig out;
Except my own old culture!

Delicious homemade dish
is around the dining table;
But no one to taste it;
Except my own big stomach!
**
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Love and lust go hand in hand;
Its connection makes a demand;
Makes the couple come so closed;
Ignite relationship to make blessed;
Lust is not from an emotionless flow;
And love is vital, in its overall glow;
Pure love without lust or natural lust
Without love is like food without salt.
Mind and body entangled in a bolt;
Wind and air, embrace into a revolt;
Creations between the two indulge;
Languages mute; expressions bulge!
**
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Gold and silver are exposed;
Made better in nice shapes by fire;
To wear as ornamental decorations;
Women and beauty are uncovered;
Enhanced further to love by blaze;
Life is short; hence purify your heart,
in such a way, by the burning
furnace of lust  and real love !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI