Being chained, in a passion of deep rooted love;
Hearing, the weeping songs from a caged dove;
Allow me to live in your ever green vineyards;
I shall nurture, look after, and shelter your birds;
Let the wildflowers spring up in your fields;
A glaze of inner desire, usher at your eyelids;
I wish I were your ultimate, obedient   slave;
To dwell, and to rest for ever in your enclave.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli­.com
www.williamsgeorge.com

I dare not, a beg for your kiss;
I bear not, a peg for your bliss;
I might swim in your ocean of lust;
I might swing in your devotion of swift;
Love is able to sit on its warm eggs;
walking with its own broken legs;
Even when we both never see eye to eye;
after all, to you, there is no good bye !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli­.com
www.williamsgeorge.com

As years pass by, my passion may grow,
Like a river aiming towards a steep flow;
In a much strange, deep emotional stream;
Than when we, were so young to scream;
This is a story of love, thirty years old affair;
In a standstill, holding at heart as a lovely fair;
Rain shower has never, ever been more plentiful;
   Together in each other's embrace, so beautiful;
the flavor of your body, the feel of your  nature;
A gorgeous flash,  in my recall forever to nurture;
You lived for me, what love seemed like forever,
but I wish you would not have suffered never.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli­.com
www.williamsgeorge.com

A feel, yielding so much warm.
A soft voice, full of  charm
A breath of lovable  commit
A wreath of  lustful submit

No expressions written
No promise of uncertain
No lies being told at night
No looks ahead insight

desire to be in arms  each other
Vowed to love truly  one another
Such worthless hours face to face
Being left deserted, while on race
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli­.com
www.williamsgeorge.com

Sometimes, seeing you, I feel much affectionate;
Other times, while you are away, a longing to hate;
Holding a dual personality, chained in passionate;
High ambitions, deep emotions; all left to saturate.
I lie, nestled into the warmth of your tender *******;
an extravagant landscape of soft elegance boosts;
Eyes are firmly closed as you glance deep within;
My body will get through you, taking you solely in;
a new eye-opener of your intense inner pleasure;
exposing all bountiful ample glimpse of treasure;
Impressed, nurtured together in such a hungry embrace;
intertwined, both move as one, synchronizing to a grace!
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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www.williamsji.com
www.williamsma­veli.com
www.williamsgeorge.com

The first time, we looked at each other,
Like strangers at the lonely sandy shore,
For many seconds, minutes, and hours
Long and delicious, flamed both our emotions;
Our love and passion were in depths of desires;
A seductive, innocent  inner feelings steeped in;
Later, unknowingly you held me so tight;
an inspiration that I felt only when you left.
Then miles apart you stayed back in dark;
And I still wonder when you will be back !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williammaveli.­com
www.williamsgeorge.com

__________

Poe­try dates all the way back to the beginnings of Humanity. People have always been questioning nature, and the day-to-day existence of themselves and other humans love, death, survival, war, injustice, and the universe are all examples of things that have been questioned by men and woman since the roots of human existence. Whether in nursery rhyme, ballad, jingle, rhyme, anthem, or music, people have found poetry to be an outlet for expressing these questions, sensations, and experiences
People often associate it with strict rhyming patterns, complicated vocabulary, hidden iconic meanings, and difficult rhythmical conventions. Poetry is even taught in school to be an intricate, complicated, inexplicable puzzle. True, poetry is difficult. Sure, it can be harder to understand than prose.
However, that is only because sometimes it is involved
with your inescapable complexities and uncertainties of your existence.
Williamsji Maveli (Williams George) is an enthusiastic and solid writer. He is a sincere, resourceful and diligent in his poetic work. He is very well connected and networked within the literary community and is willing to take up projects even in his tight schedules. His writings reflect the amount of research on the current events that has gone into it along with his knowledge and expertise in the field. However, Williamsji’s many poems are simple to read, interpret, and understand. His latest book, titled “ARAMVIRALTHUMBATHU…” (On the tip of the sixth finger), is now published and released
by H & C Books,Trichur which is a collection of lyrics.

Staring at your blue eyes;
Mind wandered for a soft touch;  
A long and luscious emotion spreads;
towards a slow, smooth, sweet desires;
stretching out the love and passion;
I feel drowning into your deep ocean;
Where I find your hands grip me;
Entangled tight in each  others arms;
Like an octopus of lust !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williammaveli.­com
www.williamsgeorge.com

From MIRCOTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI