Looking at your eyes, my heart would confide Together, climbing up and down the mountain side Our love secluded us from the breeze and cold cherished thoughts…some nervous, a few bold. Worn-out, we faced the pinnacle peak safe in squeeze and no words did we speak Our rhythmic sighs rise and fell with each breath Now only one being that did not panic death. A second…a life span…both were the same each others hearts fanned the flame building up each other to make this moment to last evading the borders of coming future, previous past. worship stood the trial of time…both still intertwined freezing embraces, soft kisses later would find.
Williamsji Maveli
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. Williamsji’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 “Arramviralthumbath….†(On the tip of the sixth finger) is a legendary concept of a writer’s pen, which is similar to the sixth finger used for scribbling the emotions into paper.
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