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