Wind wipes out the dust.
Sky sheds its skin—blooming
her Lilly flowers fade,
Still, she is celestial
Pebbles in the pool
scarring the face of water
It become a broken mirror
Still, she is virgin
summer fruits thrive
bunches of grapes obtrude
her feisty body wet,
Still, she is elegant
black clouds whimpering
soil smells of horse’s tail
Her earth feels revolted
Still, she is bold
Woke up early morning in a fairy dream,
She swam nude in a cool water stream
an adorable, elegant, celestial beauty
in her teens, She is looking naughty
Liking her innocence and perfection
I remoulded her into verses in an inspiration.
Sweet, seductive, natural, and desirable
She is tempting, shy and so admirable
She has natural tastes, novel talents
Everything seems to be right for moments
And one of her must-liking is a pool
Where she can enjoy the tides of cool
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Williamsji has written three collection of lyrics to his credit, namely RAGHAPOOJA (Offering of Love), RANAKHANAM (The War-front) and ARRAMVIRALTHUMBATH (On the tip of the 6th finger)
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Heaven is on earth
When you are away from my side
I felt like the hell is on earth,
When you slowly touched my body
I felt like first rain in the desert,
When you lightly kissed on my lips
I felt like the first dewdrops on grass
When you lied down on my bed side
I felt like sea undressing the shore
When you pulled down to embrace
I felt like moonlight driped into dark
When we both shared life together
I felt that heaven is on earth
Poetry is like an impulsive steady flow of powerful feelings in human life: it takes its origins from emotional recollections in tranquility. Poetry is the art of substantiating shadows, and of lending existence to nothing. Williamsjiâ€™s lyrics cannot be treated as poems, but represents an image or a sketch from different angles of human life.. His writings are simple and generous. The title of his latest work â€œArramviralthumbathâ€¦.â€ (On the tip of the sixth finger) is a legendary concept of a writerâ€™s pen, which is similar to the sixth finger used for scribbling the emotions into paper.
The word, the bird..
a word is not just a word
a bird is not just a bird
The word has wings
The bird also sings
A verse is not just a verse
A horse is not just a horse
The verse thrills the heart
The horse pulls the cart
A curse is not just a curse
A course is not just a course
The curse will affect to ruin
The Course will kill the pain
Awaiting to get a copy of Williamsji’s "ARRAMVIRALTHUMBATH", COLLECTION OF LYRICS
You are like the Greek goddess
Without wearing any silky dress
Neither of spring nor the winter
I appeared like a natural painter
Your Blue eyes depicted shyness
Carving the shadows of godliness
I have no more splendid colors;
Nor with any fresh cut flowers,
Evening sky covered us in dark,
moonlight shared drops of dusk
Take my soft kiss upon the brow
in parting away from you now
Recently, I had purchased the book titled "Arramviralthumbath...". I read all poems in it within minutes. I liked "ROOPAKUDE", the sarcastic writing of Williamsji, commenting on the Saints.....
Regards MEERA S. NAIR
In a single missing heartbeat, you appeared...
My life remained a question to be answered,
The meaning of fulfillment was not defined,
An emptiness of mind’s oneness, declined
Longing for years to get my love acceptance
With a simple joy of sharing, in reminiscence
and to close the endless nights of loneliness
To live on earth, in grief and togetherness
Your sacred love is tastier than grape wine
The ode of your sweat seems to be divine.
My body, mind, spirit, all begins to race
Rays of moonlight roll down on my face.
I have carefully read Williamsji’s, Collection of poems named as "ARRAVIRALTHUMBATH" It is a diversified book in terms of it’s own contents, depicting various faces of humanity. A good collection worth reading and preserving in my library. Regards Joe Paul John ERNAKULAM
Those days were very bright
When I was holding you tight
You were safe in my body warm
always close by to my body in calm
you looked at my eyes in desperate
And whispered you will never separate,
That I’m the only one for you always
Loving, living till death in all ways
do whatever your heart now desires,
as long as it’s pleasing, I am all yours.
Tell me I am there for your wish to come
lay down next to me, make love to me,
take my heart on a journey for ever
Let our world of beauty ends never.
A love like yours, is hard to find,
A life with you, I wouldn’t mind.
I sometimes wonder where I’d be,
If you hadn’t came and set me free?
I’m sad at the thought of being apart,
And ecstatic to know, I’m in your heart!
There’s little to teach, and a lot to learn,
From a women like you, I’d wait my turn.
Williams George (Williamsji)
Satire is a mode of writing that exposes the failings of individuals, institutions, or societies to ridicule and scorn. Satire is often an incidental element in literary works that may not be wholly satirical, but partially which is a good example depicted in WILLIAMSJI’s Arramvirlthumbathee a collection of lyrics, recently published by H & C BOOKS in Malayalam. Satire is the art of using both irony and sarcasm to communicate an idea about an incident, individual or group of people. In a satirical poem, you must use your own clever word mixing ability to convey what it is about the subject that deserves to be ridiculed, without being so direct that your meaning is too clearly defined. Rather, you want your readers and audience to really consider your use of sarcasm and irony to determine what you are trying to say about the subject. Having gone through Williamsj thirty five poems, written in very simple form of poetry, suitably mixed with reality and humor, attracts readers who will enjoy big thoughts in few lines. Congratulation to Williamsji. VARADHAN KRISHNAKUMAR, TRIVANDRUM