The green is for pedestrians;
They cross the highways in this color !
The red is for road traffic stop and block;
Life ends up at Zebra lines; rail tracks;
Love intersects at junctions; narrow routes;
It climb-upwards towards the hills;
then down towards the valleys;
In between the green and red signals,
a yellow will hesitate to make a halt;
and sometimes hit and run at fault;
A precious life turns into a pool of
color of blood, shattered at the street !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

I have six fingers on my right hand;
I write from the tip of the sixth finger;
All other fingers are supporting me
By all means; by all ways; by all strength
The pen is usually linked with writing.
It helps a writer to record his or her own
Thoughts, themes, concepts on paper.
Sword is a weapon used against someone.
A sword can be wielded well only by those,
who are physically fit. But words can flow
from the pen of even a feeble man.
If he is a good writer, he can use the
words to their desired effect.
Many great writers had inspired revolutions.
The French revolution for example
was the result of the writings
of great French writers like Rousseau.
Writings can evoke different emotions
as love, hatred, sympathy etc.
It is something that is to be regarded
with awe and respect.
Hence pen is always
mightier than the sword.
BY
WILLIAMSJI  MAVELI

It is really a wonderful moment,
when you are getting into the knot,
You get to know deep your spouse,
when you come back  to the sweet house,
Both of you had to spend the rest of your life,
with the soft touch and embrace of a smart wife,
to whom you admire and love the most,
the way love treats and makes the life, the best!

BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
  

A new poetry posting site from God's own country, Kerala in India

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.

In this era when the soul wants to go on a spree, imagination and creativity are all merged to serve and let you fulfill your wish to express. The pen, mightier than the sword, is free and can conquer hearts all over the world. So here is a site which allows unity in diversity and considers not cultural and racial barriers. It welcomes professionals and amateurs equally as poetry believe not in prejudice. Human beings are free to write their feelings and emotions. We therefore invite here people from all over the world to celebrate under the ipoetree. Feel at home here under the shade of this tree which
pines to have as fruits your poems.

Williamsji Maveli (Williams George Maveli) 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, Kerala in India, which is a collection of lyrics.

If anyone is interested, please email to williamsji@yahoo.com or write to

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
PO BOX 3
ANGAMALY
ERNAKULAM DISTRICT,
KERALA - INDIA

Your cherry lips gave me red color;
A love is better than flower.
Your soft ******* smell wonderful.
A sweat is better than body mist
That is why I am in love with you.
Take me along with your wind
Let us get wet in the rain of lust.
We are very happy to live together;
Your love is sweeter than wine !              
In my lyrics, it is so divine
I am dark but lovely too,
Young women of heaven
I am dark like the rain clouds
But I am beautiful like the blue sky
Do not kiss me in dark.
When moon appears,
I shall be the loveliest!
**
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

The mind bird said to herself,
Never cry in a state of misery,
The frozen wind crept on above,
The river flows unknowingly.
There was no leaf on the tree,
No flower upon her cheeks.
And little motion in the air,
Only the ocean wave's sound!
The sky is vast like your face,
There was no beauty spotted,
Only the lips tremble in grief,
Only the tear- drops in eyes!
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI