A tormented soul can perceive no radiance,
My world is a stage in light with a keen audience,
Shadows overwhelm each day within a rear,
Every second is governed by the darkest fear,
Life seems to be unreal in a covered solitude,
Lacking feelings and emotions, no gratitude,
Born to death, not alive, nothing more to feel ,
Inside is null and void, no more to go for heal,
Ecstasy has vanished, shattered towards last,
To me, no present and no future, only the past,
Craving to slumber, yet both eyes widely awake,
Cautious, how much more the life can intake,
None to laugh for a while, or just to drop a tear,
Embraced in dark rain clouds filled with fear,
Sensations take off from the corpse, yet still alive,
My love turns again to glitter, nothing to relieve.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

In the beautiful embrace of my life's haven,
Both beauty and ugliness intertwine,
Taking shape in a divine personal form.
No eternity is foreseen in the emergence,
Of the Conjoint actor, with boundless energy,
Spirituality intertwined with absolute intellect,
Endowed with unique aligned energies.
His arrival fulfills the Father's liberation,
From the notion of centralized perfection,
And from the absolutist decree of personality,
This liberation, in the Creator's decree.
Revealed in the power they share,
To craft beings with utmost care,
Fit to serve as bright ministering spirits,
Even to evolving material creatures.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

A painted world, a stage for all to see,
Yet drowned in shadows, where can I ever be?
With each passing hour, a symphony of dread,
A constant echo in this lonely head.

Life seems a mirage, a phantom in the air,
No warmth within, no solace in despair.
Born to this tomb, a prisoner confined,
No touch of feeling, no solace for the mind.

Ecstasy's song, a melody long gone,
The past a prison, the future, just the dawn
Of another day, another endless night,
Forever yearning for the fading light.

Sleep's heavy cloak, a tempting, sweet embrace,
But wakefulness lingers, etched upon my face.
How much can one soul truly bear to take?
A silent scream, a heart that's bound to break.

No laughter shared, no tears to gently fall,
Encased in fear, a prisoner of the thrall
Of endless rain, a sky devoid of sun,
A silent song, forever unsung.

The senses fade, a body wrapped in pain,
A love once vibrant, now just whispered rain.
Yet in this void, a flicker dares to spark,
A yearning whisper, breaking through the dark
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

A language beyond words, a silent decree,
Touch speaks in whispers, what eyes cannot see.

A mother's caress, a child's grasping hand,
A bridge of connection, in this vast, shifting land.

Rough bark beneath fingers, the wind in your hair,
A lover's embrace, a burden to share.

The sting of a slap, a tremor of fear,
A doctor's soft touch, wiping away a tear.

The Braille reader's dance, a world fingertips trace,
A sculptor's creation, leaving its mark on this space.

The artist's soft stroke, a world coming alive,
The potter's firm mold, where dreams can survive.

A handshake of greeting, a bond to secure,
A gentle nudge forward, when fear makes you unsure.

Touch, a tapestry woven, of sorrow and grace,
A silent symphony, etched on the face.

So reach out, connect, let your fingers impart,
The language of touch, a beat of the heart.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

EMPTY POTES
Beneath the sun, a brutal glare,
The land it cracks, a sight so bare.
The once-kind stream, a memory's trace,
Leaving parched earth, a lonely space.

The well, it coughs, a sputter weak,
Each precious drop is a treasure to seek.
The caws of crows, a mournful sound,
As life itself struggles to be found.

A mother's touch, so gentle, kind,
But weary eyes, a troubled mind.
For tiny lips, so cracked and dry,
She pleads for rain, a tear in her eye.

The farmer's back, bent with despair,
His once green fields, a barren share.
His withering crops, a silent plea,
For life-giving rain, to set them free.

But hope remains, a flickering ember,
That clouds will gather, skies remember.
To quench the thirst, of land and soul,
And make life whole, once more to behold.

For even in the harshest clime,
Compassion flows, transcending time.
With helping hands, and spirits strong,
We'll weather this storm, and carry on.
-WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Cast from the garden, beneath skies less fair,
Eve's burden to bear, a world to repair.
Yet, in her beauty, a strength did reside,
The will to survive, the future as a guide.

Mother of all, with resilience untold,
Beauty's new purpose, braver and bold.
Not just a vision, but a spirit untamed,
Eve, the first woman, is forever unnamed.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

A serpent's whisper, a tempting deceit,
Knowledge is forbidden, a bitter-sweet treat.
Eve, with a curious gaze, reached for the unknown,
Beauty's reflection, a seed was now sown.

The fig leaf's disguise, a figment of shame,
Lost innocence whispered, a world now aflame.
Beauty forever entwined with desire,
A spark ignited, a consuming fire.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Unblemished
Eve, unblemished, in Eden's embrace,
Where sunlight kissed skin, a sacred space.
No need for adornment, nature's own art,
A perfect form, a guileless heart.

In pools that mirrored the cerulean sky,
Her beauty reflected a truth that couldn't lie.
Innocence bloomed, untainted by shame,
A world unburdened, whispering her name.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

My spirit, entwined, a part of your light,
Yearns to forever reside in your sight.
Born from a spark of the divine's embrace,
This human shell, a vessel for sacred grace.

Each breath unfolds, a purpose unknown,
Yet all I offer, freely it's shown.
This mortal form, a fleeting delight,
While love's eternal flame burns ever bright.

Crafted by hands unseen, a flawless design,
My body, your temple, forever entwined.
Flesh and bone, a testament to love's art,
Belonging not to me, but to a boundless heart.

Oh, lead me where blooms unfurl their sweet scent,
To love all creation, with no dissent.
May this earthly joy return, ever new,
As my soul embarks on a journey to you.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Onstage she stands, a vision bright,
Confidence is a guiding light.
Not judged by curves, a form defined,
But by strength and grace, she's refined.

Her dress may flow, a mermaid's dream,
But in her heart, a powerful stream.
She carries oceans, vast and deep,
Where pearls of wisdom softly sleep.

Her smile, a sunrise, warm and true,
Her eyes reflect the endless blue.
No need for shells on skin so bare,
Her inner beauty, a treasure rare.

So let her shine, this ocean's queen,
With wit and heart, a radiant scene.
For beauty lies not in a shell's embrace,
But in the spirit's boundless grace.
-WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

WRECKAGE
Though kingdoms crumble, crowns collect but dust,
And hearts once paired now beat a lonely drum,
Our springtime's bloom may fade, love, turn to rust,
Yet in this wreckage, hope's bright flame can come.

The monarchs may have faltered, lost their way,
But in the ashes, embers softly glow.
We, once bystanders, watch the empires stray,
But from these ruins, stronger love can grow.

Let fallen thrones be lessons, not our guide,
Let solitude ignite a fiercer spark.
Together we can build, where others died,
A love that rises, soaring in the dark.

With weathered hands, but spirits unconfined,
We'll forge a kingdom, you and I, entwined.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

IN THY GRACE
Upon the branch, a poet's muse doth sway,
Another leaf, a marvel in the light's soft play.
Its beauty whispers all secrets of the earth,
In the veins of evergreen, the tales of birth.
Softness draped in nature's gentle hold,
Each curve and edge a story, yet untold.
In whispered rustles, poetic lines are found,
As it dances with the wind's soft sound.
A canvas painted with the hues of dawn,
A masterpiece of nature's skillful spawn.
Oh, leaf, thou art a marvel to behold,
In thy grace, a poet's heart unfolds.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Laughter rings, a joyous sound,
Holi's colors all around.
Reds of joy, like poppy bright,
Yellows dance, with pure delight.

Greens of spring, a hopeful hue,
Blues of laughter, skies so blue.
On skin they fly, a vibrant rain,
Washing worries down the drain.

A woman twirls, a vision fair,
Not for her beauty, but the flair
She brings to dance, with open heart,
In Holi's joy, she plays her part.

Colors blend, a rainbow's art,
A celebration, free of start
And end, a mingling, hand in hand,
The spirit of Holi takes its stand.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

POETREE LEAF
Like the leaf of a poetree,
Whispering wind through
the green shades of life,
Your spirit lifts me up,
Teaching me priceless lessons.
I wait tolerantly to grow
in the light of your verses
seeking endorse, insightful
There is console in your
Silent gaze, blissful eyes,
And I listen, read carefully
to what it contributes
I feel the joy in your
Laughter and smiling face
and to scribble another lyric
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

And in your blue eyes, your love shines forth,
More than the stars, your glance is worth.
And every word brings forth the fire
Within my veins, the edging of desire;
To breed old in your arms, this life time;
It’s my dream; that’s all I want to be fame;
When wheels of age finally run short;
Then you are my own angel to escort.
And I will save a seat, for you at my side
Eternity waits, only for both of us to abide.
Now let us rejoice, all comes without a clue
Time is our best friend, as oceans are blue.
All vigor and strength in our bodies reside
Only in true love, does my spirit confide.
be cheerful, merry and raise our voice;
A handing over of my love, to rejoice!
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

FESTIVAL OF COLORS
In hues that dance, in shades so bright,
Comes a festival of sheer delight.
Where joy unfurls in every spray,
In colors that chase all gloom away.

With laughter ringing, and hearts so gay,
We welcome the dawn of a vibrant day.
Brushes dipped in nature's palette grand,
Painting dreams across the land.

Smeared in reds, yellows, blues, and greens,
A kaleidoscope of joyful scenes.
Faces adorned with radiant smiles,
As we embrace these colorful miles.

Water balloons burst, and powders fly,
Underneath the open sky.
Each pigment tells a tale untold,
In this carnival of love, so bold.

Friend and foe, stranger and kin,
Bound by the beauty that lies within.
For in this riot of hues so bright,
We find unity in the purest light.

So let the colors merge and blend,
In this jubilant festival, we defend.
For in the chaos, we find peace,
As the festival of colors, we release
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

BRIDGING HAIKU AND TANKA
In the heart of verdant dreams, she stands,
A poetess, in nature's embrace, hands
Clad in hues of Mother Earth and the blue sky,
Her spirit always sings and dances, free to fly.

Upon the bridge of whispers, she waits,
Where poetry's river serenely gyrates,
In the gentle breeze, her verses sigh,
A symphony of words, under azure sky.

Her costume woven from forest's gown,
In innocence, she wears her crown,
Each step she takes, a graceful glide,
In harmony with the riverside.

With haiku, she paints the dawn's first blush,
In Tanka, the full moon's soft hush,
Her words like petals, delicate and pure,
Embracing nature's essence, ever sure.

Onward she strides, her spirit aglow,
Where the river of poetry's whispers flow,
Innocent and natural, her essence divine,
A poetess draped in nature's design
-WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Poem inspired by Rumpa Ghosh, Editor For All Books Penned by Author Williamsji Maveli

In the shadows of lives bitter rain,
Where pain and sorrow often reign,
There's a beacon of light that still remains,
In the simple yet profound act of a smile.

Though tears may flow, and hearts may ache,
In the depths of despair, a choice we make,
To let our spirits rise, no matter the trial,
To find solace and strength in a smile.

For in that curve upon our lips,
Lies a power that gently grips,
The turmoil within, calming the wild,
As we bravely endure, wearing a smile.

It whispers of hope in the darkest night,
It kindles warmth, igniting the light,
Guiding us through the darkest mile,
Urging us on, with a steadfast smile.

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

WELL-BEING
She brought me here from the oasis,
I stole her whirling from the deep ocean,
Prior to her warm embrace,
I was tempted by her fragrance,
Honey and milk seem to be good,
You can borrow my soul on rental
I keep whispering in your sharp ears,
Who made my body and soul
Creating me, giving birth as a whole,
A day will come to go into another hole.
Find your pathway beyond all times,
Well-being who gave life as tribute,
To drink all from the purest white petals
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

In a world where words dance upon the wind,
And verses weave tales of joy and sin,
We gather here, on this special day,
To celebrate the power of what we say.

With ink-stained fingers and hearts afire,
We poets dare to reach higher and higher,
Exploring depths of the human soul,
In search of truth to make us whole.

To my fellow poets, I send my regards,
Across mountains, deserts, and seas that charge,
May your quills never falter, your muses inspire,
And may your verses set the world on fire.

On this World Poetry Day, let us unite,
In the magic of language, in the realm of light,
For through our words, we bridge the divide,
And in each other's lines, we shall abide.

So here's to the dreamers, the bards, the seers,
To the poets who quiet the world's clamorous fears,
May your rhymes resonate, may your stanzas endure,
Happy World Poetry Day, let our voices

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

SPARK OF LOVE
Little drops of love light from your eyes
Poured into my mind slots; more empty
Mud pots broken into pieces, unknowingly,
I grieve since you do not know the other end,
And who you are, but when you come to light,
Fill within me, those few pure light sparks!
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

SHADOW CRESENT
No more profound pain in this present,
It is a real gain in the shadow crescent,
Nobody's life is entirely free of any sorrow,
All you created without a need to borrow.

The mind always seeks to deny the current,
Intensity of pain depends in this moment,
Imagine the earth devoid of human being,
All we need is time; mind of a well-being.

And when we are gone, we are forgotten,
Without a trace, as if we never even existed,
And that's all, a simple love life in an oasis,
Well lived, fine loved in a mild silent way.

When a dwelling place has just lost its soul,
A wounded silence falls over a sudden goal,
None one will go further from one desert to another,
All the voices, wild echoes that all will be made later.
- Williamsji Maveli

BEYOND
I am a true human;
I am neither black nor white,
I am not in between
a color of real human or an animal
My mind is universal
My color is Whorled Wide,
I am not just beautiful,
But , bountiful, graceful
I am not just white or handsome
I am fair in my character
I wish you would know that.
I am more than of you
being loud and silent,
I am beautiful and I am unique.
I am expressive, but submissive
to shut down your racist arguments.
I am daring and striving.
I am neither an Angel nor a devil
Neither Black nor white,
I am a true human.
- WilliamsjiMaveli

A RETREAT
Glowing like the beams of a blue moon, apart,
Golden-haired rays filling in my shining heart,
Your charming, soft ******* touch my naked skin,
It’s so cool, wet and moist like morning light rain.

A retreat into my own life’s in-depth silence,
A desire erupts in a dew drop of lasting lust
Shattering, giant waves are fully in violence,
Smashing laments of the lovely bird,
While drowning, ears never heard.

A fragrance from the dark night’s budding flower,
The body tastes more salty like the calm sea air,
My body trembles by your soft and feather touch,
Like a tree, shook by a vigorous wind, still in rich,

An exciting lyric; a chirping bird, a loveable image;
Softly, and seductively, you call out from the cage;
I kneel down to nurture your beauty and courage;
For I am always with you to inspire; to encourage.

The blue ocean has now conceived,
Vital treasures of the earth received,
Sun, the Sky and the Shore dressed,
Ceremony in delight, they all now witnessed.

- WilliamsjiMaveli

Another million smiles
Never ever broken
On my frowned green face,
While gazing at your blue eyes,
Still, an ocean of
Emotions rising
Deep within my
Core unseen, a feather touch
Another pulse still shoots
Within my distorted
Body, waiting for
All the mysteries to
envelop in the
radiance of your
Twinkling eyes.

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

In the company of friends, we find our wings,
To dance and soar as the melody sings.
In each step, a tale of liberation untold,
A symphony of freedom, bold and old.

With arms outstretched and hearts ablaze,
We move together in a mesmerizing maze.
Bound not by chains, but by joy's embrace,
In this sacred circle, love finds its place.

Our feet tap the rhythm of ancient lore,
As we dance through the night, seeking more.
In every twirl and every graceful glide,
We shed our worries, casting them aside.

For in this moment, we're free to be,
Our spirits soaring, wild and free.
Each sway, a testament to life's sweet song,
In unity, we dance, forever strong.

No boundaries hold us, no rules confine,
As we dance under the moon's gentle shine.
For in the company of friends, we find,
A love that knows no limit, no bind.

So let the music guide our every move,
As we dance to the beat, our souls approve.
For in the joy of movement, we unite,
Celebrating life, love, and freedom
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

From bud to bloom, she rose, a crimson-thorned caress,
A beauty fierce, yet veiled in softest dress.
Her boughs unfurled, a fragrant invitation,
To passing souls who dreamt of sweet elation.

Some, blind to ******, reached for her tempting glow,
Their careless touch, a secret thrill, a flow
Of smiles unguarded, petals gently pressed,
A tender dance beneath the moonlit crest.

But as the moon waned, shadows lengthened deep,
The vibrant bloom began to gently sleep.
Exposed and bare, she rested on the ground,
Her beauty's peak a memory profound.

Yet, in that stillness, wisdom did entwine,
A strength unveiled, a grace that would define
Her journey onward, bathed in morning's light,
A rose reborn, more radiant and bright.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

In the depths of anxious injure, mind caught,
Heart veiled in tasks of feelings obscure dance,
In soul's core, hues of mood remain fraught,
Beauty shifts with each moon's fleeting glance.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

The Dance of Emotion

With a word, she begins the dance,
Becoming the character, in a trance.
Lens zooms closer, capturing her grace,
As emotions flicker, upon her face.

Eyes wide open, reflecting the light,
Revealing the depths, hidden from sight.
Trembling body, a vessel of emotion,
In her performance, a heartfelt devotion.

Through poetic thought, she spins her tale,
With words that shimmer, like a silvered veil.
Each line a step, in the dance of emotion,
Creating a symphony, of heartfelt devotion.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

A Portrait in Motion

At the director's call, she takes her place,
Becoming the character, with effortless grace.
Lens focuses sharply, upon her form,
Capturing each nuance, through the storm.

Eyes wide open, with a fierce intensity,
Revealing the depths, of her identity.
Trembling body, a canvas in motion,
In her performance, a profound devotion.

Through poetic thought, she paints the scene,
With words that flow, like a gentle stream.
Each line a stroke, upon the canvas of time,
Creating a portrait, both tender and sublime.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Among the trees, in forests deep,
Photographer and muse do creep.
Through dappled light and whispering leaves,
A world of magic the lens retrieves.

In nature's embrace, we find our peace,
As time and space seem to cease.
Each photo a poem, each pose a rhyme,
Captured in moments, frozen in time.

With every click, a story unfolds,
Of love and laughter, secrets untold.
In photoshoots, we find our truth,
In the wilderness of eternal youth.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

She brought me here from the oasis,
I stole her whirling from the deep ocean,
Prior to her warm embrace,
I was tempted by her fragrance,
Honey and milk seem to be good,
You can borrow my soul on rental
I keep whispering in your sharp ears,
Who made my body and soul
Creating me, giving birth as a whole,
A day will come to go into another hole.
Find your own pathway beyond all times,
Well-being who gave life as tribute,
To drink all from the purest white petals
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Life comes as it is,
Just like a river flow,
If it is a mystery,
Accept it,
If you take away all mystical beliefs,
then everything was certain,
Then comes life as a pillar of faith,
for faith has no room,
no further discovery,
no more immortality,
All aesthetic festivities and creativities arrives from uncertainty,
even though
life seems to be beautiful,
bountiful.
Faithfully Yours,
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Where blue the blue ocean reaches superb,
Her changing tides of love, never to curb,
Beating the sandy shore, smashing on and off,
The fervent vision, on and ever on, breath of puff.

Beyond the circled boundary of the lonely sky,
Towards enchanted lakes and rivers of majesty,
There is a celestial radiance of life’s bounty,
The sun approaches, all the heavens lit in beauty.

With touches of those wet salty water, all the sea,
Laid and weaved with dazzling for our feet’s plea,
Life is like an ocean, never ever to have to rest,
Shower, give away all treasures of love, the best.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

My emotions have found clarity;
And it seems it's a love deeply cherished;
Whatever secrets you hold in store,
My fervor is primed and ready for more,
Yet I fear it may be mere lust we've aired;
My visions have uncovered true beauty,
And I'm enamored with you, eternally matured;
Life's lessons have guided me to place you above all
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

EVERY DAY IS VALENTINE'S DAY
Every dawn whispers a tale of allure
In every heartbeat, love's tender lure.
Each moment, a line of loving blend
Every day is a Valentine's Day trend
In morning's glow, love paints the skies,
As golden hues, in lover's eyes arise.
With every kiss of dawn's gentle ray,
Every day is a Valentine's relay.
In laughter shared, in joys profound,
Love's symphony in every sound.
In every touch, in every way,
Every day is a Valentine's ballet.
Through seasons' change, in storm or shine,
Love's flame burns with a constant shine.
In every act of kindness, come what may,
Every day is a Valentine's buffet.
In quiet moments, in whispered vows,
Love's magic weaves, and arouses.
In every breath, in every pray,
Every day is a Valentine's soiree.
So let us cherish each passing hour,
With love's embrace, let hearts devour.
For in love's deep embrace, we find our way,
Every day is a HAPPY VALENTINE'S  holiday.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

TREASURE HUNT

In a million smiles, I find my guise,
Unbroken façade, in green I guise,
Yet within, a tempest, emotions rise,
Unseen, they swirl, where no one spies.

Gazing upon your eyes, azure and wide,
In their depths, my secrets reside,
A pulse quickens, a feather's glide,
Within my frame, where mysteries bide.

Awaiting the moment, wrapped in disguise,
For all to be revealed, neath your twinkling skies,
In your radiant gaze, where truth belies,
A dance of souls, in silent cries
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

BROKEN WORDS

The word was imperfect
and broken halfway,
before it took it's shape.
Sentences were incomplete,
and some fragmented.
The paragraph was not whole,
Many words were squeezed out
of gaps between the two.
Pages became mutilated
Chapters were partitioned
and unable to close down
The book covered nothing,
nothing at all
words flew away out of
my own mind
recklessly, abandoned
in the heavy wind
I stopped seeking
the lost meanings of
words........
sentences......
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

BLISS
I just feel my Rain Shower!
The rain clouds are on her forehead,
From sky to the waterless ground,
A thousand drops pelt downward,
Earth became like a tired drunkard,
I just love my Mother Earth!
Mist melted in favor of sun beams,
Blue clouds shrink away with shame
Woman Earth, blown up with the bow;
Sky, the Sea, and the Shore all in a row.
I just like my Blue Ocean!
Maids of nature stood in dusty green
Birds of love flew again in mind pain
For this is love and nothing else is love;
To which we all entrust someone above.
I just love my God Above!
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ELEGANT DUSK
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.
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LOW FLYING BIRDS
My winged words
are Low flying birds
that have taken wings
and while love sings,
It goes from one place
To another faraway place;
To a poetess who brings,
Lyrics and verses in rings;
This word and sentence
Reach to make acquaintance,
Towards very distant countries,
Where I cannot make an entry,
Still, let us be together to strive,
With our mindful writings to thrive,
Even in the slightest manner,
Holding the peace slogan banner
Copyright @ Williamsji Maveli

Elegant, charming, celestial women,
hidden within my own infinite powers,
and other endless possibilities,
Around you, boundless opportunities,
Then why should I fear, dear
When someone strong like you
wakes me up with a song of a dawn
scribbling of poetic instincts arouse
inviting true and near friendship,
a friendship of alphabets, words,
sentences, Paragraphs, Chapters,
Finally, an untitled life-book
buried under the mud……

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Life Nectar....

I dropped one more
Tear today
Into your deep
Blue Ocean of love
I will continue dropping
Until you will grab me,
All days and nights.
I kissed one more
Time today
On your pink
******* of lust
I will continue kissing
Until you will pour me
Life nectar, day and night
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

A concept of sixth sense,
Or a slight awareness skill,
Is our ability to perceive the
subtle-dimension or the
unseen world of angels,
ghosts, heaven, it includes
our ability to understand
the delicate cause and
effect relationship behind
many incidents, events,
which is beyond the
understanding of the intellect.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI