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Jan 2013 · 354
The Cage....

My body is your cage;
Neither can you lay a hand on it;
nor sleep along with it
your words of love fly over it
your birds of lust lays its eggs
and  you get another birth....
*
By
Williamsji Maveli
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Jan 2013 · 881
A lyric is born….

An impulse of a theme,
in a sensation of a light beam:
I sat near by you  to scribble
a verse on your beauty;
When lights and shades are on
You form a beautiful  shadow
When kissable lips blooms,
the music drops away;
Sensual arousal inhibits
While ******* groomed
On your tiny ****….
Its night sky lit from
within by a strange
Greenish glow.
The title begins
A woman’s hands,
With her beautiful nails,
Slaking through a junk bin in a dark,
fire lit, ash dusted place…
a  lyric is born….
*
By
Williamsji Maveli

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Jan 2013 · 428
Forget me dear !

…..Forget me dear,
only
just  in
my own loss !
…forgive me dear,
only
just in
my own defeat !
…kiss me dear,
only
Just in
my own lips
…**** me dear,
Just in
my own lust

*
Williamsji Maveli
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www.williamsji.com
Jan 2013 · 414
The desire....

Your yawning navy eyes burst
Looking for a shared trust
Your moisten lips thirst
Eager for an inner quest
And again we both arrest
to have a silent lust
As passion stirs and smell
In tenderness, minds swell
Enchanting sighs of divine love
across the body, fingers move..

*
By
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Email:
williamsji@yahoo.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.

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I have planted
the seeds  of worship
in your fertile land
Ploughed through;
Mutually watered
With my snuffle;
it has matured
and overspread
in my own dwelling.
You offered me a cup of deadly
drink with delight.
You have absorbed in my
Reflection of divines
and you became
my Goddess at last
and I am always
Dormant both  in your
mind and  body
*
By
Williamsji Maveli

Email:williamsji@yahoo.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.

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Jan 2013 · 394
In your flavor....

A flavor of red wine
makes me alluring
I'm high from your whiff
your gaze turns me frail

  A touch of night fire
brings in me  blazing
I'm high from your whiff
your gaze turns me frail

  A smell of your *******
draws me nearer and closer
I'm high from your whiff
your gaze turns me frail

I took you  in  my shapes
It all t turns us around
I'm high from your whiff
your gaze turns me frail

Let  me drink  off your kisses;
Let me  burn  in your touches.
*
By
Williamsji Maveli

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Jan 2013 · 761
Feeling thirsty......

Your lovely face
Reflected within
My mirror;
Yielding my thirst;
Your two blue eyes,
Waited within
My tears;
Your elegant face,
Framed within
My soft hair.
Your unpainted lips,
Responded within
my Kiss
You’re bursting *******,
Sinfully for an embrace
Each ****** thirsting
For my loving touch.
*
By
Williamsji Maveli

Email
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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.

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Jan 2013 · 331
The first Sin

It has become really a burden
If this is a mistake, please pardon;
I worship you in my own alter;
Lust for you in my shelter
Let me be flooded in your
Warm, soft, wet rain showers
And to become a never-ending river love
My thirsting lips are eager to taste away
the sweat that drops down
from your open  breast
It will stain my dried skin
making my first sin
A lifetime of pledge and promise
to be mutually, together shared
with the one you have chosen.
Two beings become one,
To shred us  away from each other
would bring pain and torment,
Perhaps....death.
A pour of soreness
has ripped through
my body.
I have been torn.
I have been tortured.
I smell my own  death.
Make my heart to break
against your bones
deafen me with
Your moans and cries
to fulfill my sin.

*
By
Williamsji Maveli


Email
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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.

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Jan 2013 · 755
A Journey within you….

Be energetic, and live like solo,
Be in love with, and like wedded.
Dance, as if someone is holding,
Worship; for you’ll never be blessed;
Kiss, like no lips get a blood stain;
Sing as if no one's listening,
Inhale like it's heaven is on earth..
Dawn has started its journey;
until dusk is dead;
then what it makes a twilight !
An everlasting journey....
Birth is a dusk;
death is a dawn;
wait for another life !
     Sun  has put his head into
             the ocean of darkness…..
*

By Williamsji Maveli

Email:williamsji@yahoo.com
www.moonmakers.com


All the way through
Hands of the daytime wind
Nurture the olive leaves;
Tenderly did push,
Surrounding the village
Landscapes stretched out,
Herd of Sheep on the hillside lay
Whiter than snowfall;
Shepherds close watch them,
Rain showers come and go
Then from the blissful sky
Angels come down to the valleys,
Singing their songs of ecstasy,

*
By Williamsji Maveli

Email:williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.william­sgeorge.com
www.moonmakers.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.

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Jan 2013 · 1.3k
With Peace...

The desert nights were cold;
and were becoming so  bold;
the phases of the moon passed;
the faces of the camels crossed.
The flight of the falcons landed;
wild thoughts in mind stranded;
the song of the mountains heard;
the sea, the shore and the sky said:
"Spread your wings, Ma Salama......."


*
By Williamsji Maveli

"Ma Salama" - means:  with peace/or Good bye  in Arabic language
Email:
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Jan 2013 · 992
The celestial bird......

Look !
the bed room lamp
has opened its eyes;
drops of dim light
flows on your
spicy body;
the celestial bird
stretched  her wings,
let us sing
together !

Look !
the prayer room candle
has melted its shape;
wax of pure sins
spreads into
the dark soul;
the pleasure bird
stretched its wings,
let us sing
together !

*
By
Williamsji Maveli
Email
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www.williamsji.com

Jan 2013 · 619
The Endless......

I am not your devotee,
Hey beauty!
Like a painter,
I have sketched you;
your beauty;
at this critical time,
the hour of lust;
revealing  the charm
of your elegant face,
stay a while,
in the passing  delight
in the fading  twilight
burn  my soul
by all means;
and by your own
**** !
No doubt
You will
Inspire me by
Your eternal senses.

I am not your follower,
Hey beauty!
like a poet,
I have
scribbled you;
your beauty
at this critical moment,
the moment of love;
exposing  the shine
of your blue eyes ,
stay a while,
in the passing  of delight
in the fading of twilight
No doubt ,
You
Will  
Inspire me by
Your eternal senses.
Stimulate me by
Your endless love
*
By
Williamsji Maveli

Email:
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Jan 2013 · 586
The mist

When the mist steals with ease, my dawn wakes
your two eyes seems to be like wave less lakes,
Kisses took us to fever and to final demise
through the twilight, mid- night and sunrise
I melt in your arms; my heart is always thine
odorous words tempt within me like wine
hunting for life and towards your final grace
waiting for the dusk and long desired embrace
*

By Williamsji Maveli

Email:
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Jan 2013 · 662
The Shadow ....

Like a dark shadow fell down
From the bright outer sky,
Demise is the next phase of Life;
A transform of dress, a disrobing;
A creation into the unborn again;
Beginning where we ended;
Opening where we closed to rest;
It is a crossroad of infinity;
A bountiful of everything,
to hold again for nothing.
The end of the unreal,
And the beginning of the real
Carry me on your shoulders
Let me enjoy the touch
My passion and pleasure now on
To place my cold lips on yours…
Entrusting my body on you
Love is so kind and not blind

*

By Williamsji Maveli

Email:williamsji@yahoo.com
Williamsji was born on 23, April 1955  in Kallettumkara village, Thrissur District, Kerala State, in India.  Williams George, popularly known as Williamsji, Irinjalakuda during early 1970’s  wrote simple romantic, enchanting  lyrics in Malayalam  language , scribbling from four lines to fourteen lines ( called a sonnet ) wrote as many lyrics suitable to depict in love scenes of Malayalam movies  from  his school days onwards  at Don Bosco English Medium High School.  Later while he was a college student, released his first work of lyrics titled “Ragha Pooja” (Offerings to Love) in Malayalam during  1973.  He was attending Christ College in Irinjalakuda for his Bachelors degree in Commerce .  He was elected as the Magazine Editor of Christ College during 1976, while  Emergency declared in India.  Since then he was producing himself manuscript magazines, namely “Kalithoni’ for Shardaya Study Circle of Kallettumkara and “Shilpy”, another manuscript magazine for  Irinjalakuda Sakhti  Mathrubhumi study circles.
He was much fascinated with the poetry lessons  of his Master in English literature  K.Sachidananan, Professor in English at  Christ College during 1970s. Also popular Malayalam Literary Critic Mampuzha Kumaran inspired him in developing the poetic talents which was dormant in him.  He turned to writing lyrics and penned nearly 300 songs for popular Malayalam film journals, specially for “Cinerama” , a popular cine weekly during 1970’s  published  from Quilon in Kerala  under the guidance of prominent Malayalam writer *** editor late Kambiserry Karunakaran. The he became a regular contributor to many Malayalam monthly journals and weekly publications, writing poems, lyrics, short stories, novels, screen plays and film criticisms.
From among those published  lyrics, of Williamsji , Late T.V.Kochubhava, prominent story writer and a close associate of Williamsji, selected nearly 100 lyrics from his collection of literary works  and published  with a title “Ragha Pooja” (Offerings to Love) during 1973 which is the first published literary work of Williamsji. Though he was successful as a lyricist, his wish was to become a script writer. To fulfil that, he became the Assistant Script Writer of Late A.C. Sabu, the only Cine Journalist of that time and  a close associate of  Kanmani Films director Late Ramu Kariyat (Chemmeen fame) who brought the first Silver Award to Malayalam Film for the best feature film during  the year 1970. Williamsji  was  also associated with the screen play works of many black and white films during 1970s .
Williamsji  left Christ College after completing his Post Graduation in Commerce (M.com). He, then worked in UAE for over thirty years with Emirates Telecommunication Corporation (Etislata) Ras AL Khiamah  and  Thurayya Satelite communications (Abu Dhabi). The award is for his current poetry collections named as “MAA SALAMA ”  (With Peace..) and for “POLIVACHANAPORULUGHAL”  (Revelations of Bluffed words) , both  will be released by H & C Books, Trichur, shortly.
Williamsji (Williams George) was a Freelance writer for    “ Gulf News”, “Khaleej Times” and “The Gulf Today”, three popular  English Daily News papers, published from UAE and Columnist for Malayalam News , the first Malayalam daily paper published from Saudi Arabia.
Jan 2013 · 373
The women....

The women whom once I loved,
And even the verse of her cologne
All has distorted and weird:
the moonlight only is faithful,
It alone remembers the charm
of the time gone by!
*

By
Williamsji Maveli

Email:
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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.

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Jan 2013 · 1.1k
Reflections.........

When the celebrations of  
Striking thunder sounds,
Faces of hatred and anger
Reflected in your
Mind of desire!

When the festivals of
Shining lightening shivers,
Eyes of lust and thirst
Rejoiced in your
Body of glamor!

When the merriment's of
Storming ocean erupts
Hands of whales and octopus
Embraced in your
******* of craving!
*
By
Williamsji Maveli

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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.

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Jan 2013 · 962
The faithful.....

Mad waves dispose of the rocks wild
Vanishing twilight has become mild!
Light of the moon plays on the breast
Of the sea, touching its waves   for a lust
In the garden of love that once I lived
In the meadow of your valley, I dwelled
Shall we both plunge into the ocean of blue?
Give me another birth; and offer me a life clue
Celebrations are over and diminished
Everything has changed and unfinished
Strange, only shining moon is faithful !
I wish your presence is so ever graceful !
*

By Williamsji Maveli

Email:williamsji@yahoo.com

www.williamsji.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.

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Jan 2013 · 912
The Embarking.....

I am repeatedly uncertain,
on how to embark on any
Branches of your body;
Like  a yellow parrot,
holding in her mouth,
the first branches
for her  new nest.

I am frequently tentative
on how to pour on any
Leaves of your body;
Like dew drop which
keeps in its eyes
The last tears;
For its sorrows.
*
-By Williamsji Maveli
Email:williamsji@yahoo.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.

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Jan 2013 · 602
I am not the Saviour..!

I Slept, harmlessly in my mother’s womb,
I was born in a small rural camp;
I am not the only preferred man;
I am not the only sanctified one;
Neither am I wealthy nor deprived;
Neither am I the noble nor beggar;
Neither the opening nor the ending;
I am the endless in living or lifeless;
As a son of a lovely mother
The mass put me on road together;
And someone opened my closed eyes
Placed my lips to her ****** eyes
Heavy winds of time passed
Mountains valleys, rivers I crossed
I was beaten up by the strangers
For the sins of many others
I sawed the seeds of good
But they gave me no food
I prayed for others deadly sins
But killed without a next kin.

*
By
Williamsji Maveli

Email:
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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.

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Jan 2013 · 444
Wings are for the words !

Wings are for the words;
  not only for the birds !
Tongues are for the truth;  
not only for the taste !
Eyes are for good  looks;
not only for the crooks !
******* are for feeds;
not only for breeds !
*
By
Williamsji Maveli

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22.01.13
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.

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Jan 2013 · 815
Life is a droplet.....

Your eyes tears
like waves in the
ocean of sorrows !
Life is a  droplet......

Your lips bears
like moisture in the
air of  affection !
Life is a rain cloud.....

Your ******* cares
like babies in the
lap of a mother !
Life is an old  cradle.....
*
By
Williamsji Maveli

Email:
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It is easy to touch, it is easy to feel
Its nice to drink, it’s good to heal
your celestial, elegant body is fine
to me, it is the so called old  wine !
Life is like that !
Take it, as  easy !!
It is painless to laugh, It is  difficult to cry
It is easy to breathe, it is effortless to grieve
Allow me to plant seeds in your field
so that I shall reap a very  good yield.
Life is not like that !
Take it not, as  easy !!
*
By Williamsji Maveli

Email: williamsji@yahoo.com
22.01.13
Jan 2013 · 322
I am yours.........

I owe you nothing
for yesterday !
but only
my body and mind,
since You are my  chosen
women !
I owe you nothing
for tomorrow !
but only
my blood and meat,
since you are my blessed
****** !
Today,
Neither I am rich
nor poor,
I am not  your
beginning nor end
I am not your
lord nor slave,
I am yours........
*
By Williamsji Maveli

williamsji@yahoo.com
22.01.13
Jan 2013 · 1.2k
Deep wounds…..
I was drinking red wine
From your lips yesterday;
Without even knowing that
It was from your deep wounds;
She was wearing black lingerie.
She was taking it off slowly.
I was aiming at her eyes
But my sharp arrow
Pierced through
Your left breast,
Making another wound too…

By Williamsji Maveli

Email:williamsji@yahoo.com
Jan 2013 · 1.3k
The Cremation...

Soon after,
by  my own birth,
I was baptized into
the religion of nature;

Then after,
by   my own virtue
I was embraced into
the kingdom of deadly  sins;

Later, then
upon my own  death
I was cremated  into
the flames of your
ablaze.
*

By Williamsji Maveli

Email:williamsji@yahoo.com
Jan 2013 · 1.6k
The areola of sensation

The two elegant bulging tissues;
my thought  is on female issues;
Everyone loves it; nurture  it;
One touch on its ******
It becomes beautiful;
so adorable; so attractive;
No muscles; No hassles
All Nerves ending
at the breast;
The essence of life;
Milk of love
It is emptying from her;
The milk is in drops;
Drops down to the
Thirsts of babies in and around
The milk of life;  The milk of love
   A child is thirsting for milk......
Crying for milk
Milk is genius
Milk is white,
       Like an empty sky.......
When it comes to ****,
all eyes  lead to the ******,
which is the center
of  areola of sensation;
the aroma  of human
life and love..
I am fortunate to sip milk drops
from my mother’s *******. .........
*
By Williamsji Maveli

Email:williams
Jan 2013 · 322
During my first sight......

During my first sight,
I thought
two arrows are
pointing at me
It was on your
arrival....

During  my last night,
I thought
two eyes are
flaming within me
It was on your
departure.....
*

By Williamsji Maveli

Email:williamsji@yahoo.com
Jan 2013 · 405
Like a bliss......

A beauty in glittering colors,
She is garlanded with flowers
Seductively, sensual for others
look at her  girlish, fragile features
It’s her stiff, small curved breast
where sharp ******* take a  rest
Her blue eyes, with a smile is so warm
her mind and body dwells in calm
an embrace from her is very cool
while she swims in her own  pool
her sweat drops  smells like a bliss
her sweet lips awaits a hot kiss
*

By
Williamsji Maveli

Email:
williamsji@yahoo.com
Jan 2013 · 885
Sheltered in Your love,

Sheltered in Your love,
My heart moves to trust.
Breaking, Cracking
Unlocking the shells of fears
and stretching the wings
Towards true freedom
I dream of flying
Along with your clouds

Nurtured in your lust,
My body grooms to rest.
Breaching, flouting
Unveiling the mask of tears
And pulling the hands
Towards right liberty
I dream of floating
Along with your waves
Stay closer, you whisper
And grow up in my care.
Drink my lips of wine
To make you so divine
Grow strong and be fine
in my embrace.
Your moment will come
When we will fly
Together.

The wind catches my wings;
I feel trembling of future soaring.
I breathe in the wind
and stretch my wings.
Then I turn to You,
My true love,
My true freedom.
Finding comfort in your hug
I rest near Your Heart
to dream again again…
*
By Williamsji Maveli

Email:williamsji@yahoo.com
Jan 2013 · 1.5k
A Flashback.....

Time travels backward,
while the train moves.....
along with the
old memories too....
the pine trees goes backwards
the shining moon fades away
the rain clouds disappears
even my memories
of childhood like
a flashback;
where we both
made castles
from sands
near the beach.......
while the cool
waves kissed
our toes.....
Life has become
a beach
a resort
to spend
some hours....
still the train moves
as if nothing happened......
*
By Williamsji Maveli

Email:williamsji@yahoo.com
Jan 2013 · 322
I shall inhale you....

Drink water as much as you can
Until you become a storm!
Drift wind as fast as you can
Until you return as hurricane!

Pour color as many as you can
Until you get a black canvass
Sow seeds as rich as you can
Until you get a good harvest!

So that I shall rewrite you
as my last and final lyric
So that I shall inhale you
as my last and final breath
*
By
Williamsji Maveli

Email:
williamsji@yahoo.com
Jan 2013 · 321
Before I forget.....

Before I forget,
let me
Scribble my
favorite words;
Before I erase
to rewrite,
Let me gather
my broken verses;
Pour little drop
of your blood
To fill my pen
*

By
Williamsji Maveli
Email:
williamsji@yahoo.com
Jan 2013 · 428
a blaze......

A message of love
to a women who love him
While he loves another,
With just as little as a small
turning in life;
a blaze  of lust.....

*
By
Williamsji Maveli

Email:
williamsji@yahoo.com
Jan 2013 · 338
Two in One.....

My tongue talks
within your dialogue,
hence, I speak to you
without
my own tongue;
Your are my own
second tongue !

My hands hunts
within your mind,
hence, I touch you
without
my own hands;
You are my own
right  hand !

My nose inhales
within your fragrance,
hence, I smell you
without
my own sense;
You are my own  sixth sense !

My eyes clashes
within your eyes;
hence, I spark you
without my own  lights;
You are my third loving eye!

My soul embraces
within your body;
hence, I spread
without my own thoughts;
you are my twilight vision !

My roses blossoms
within your  dawn's;
hence, I close
without my own dusk's;
You are my own garden !
*
By
Williamsji Maveli
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
Jan 2013 · 363
The inferno !

Grapes and apples
never ripe on your
body tree;
Leaves and flowers
never blossom on your
week  branches;
Love and desire
never emerge on your
dead roots !
be a phoenix;
let the wings
take off with
a new flight
from the ashes of
yesterday's
inferno !

By Williamsji Maveli
Email:williamsji@yahoo.com
Jan 2013 · 787
In her gaze.......

A light moon ray  is in her gaze
an intruding lovely  face to amaze,
smooth curves expose  her beauty
It all makes me lustful and thirsty..
Let she be the queen of my kingdom
Let she be keen to dwell in my stardom
*
By
Williamsji Maveli

Email
Williamsji@yahoo.com
Web
www.williamsji.com
www.wil­liamsgeorge.com
www.moonmakers.com
Jan 2013 · 562
The Shapeless

Human body is only
a costume to enact,
enabling us to be
stripped off
at the end of
the stage performance;
awaiting for the
next scene,
lifting the curtain;
switching the lights
on and off;
the end of the show
is a death;
either
a ******;
or a suicide
*
By
Williamsji Maveli

Email:
williamsji@yahoo.com

Beauty is graceful
when you stand
**** in nature;
dress makes us feel
discomfort,
different,
taking up a pose
just to impress
whoever you are with....
to show off others
that you are
something
superior to
or somebody else
other than you.
but when
joy and happiness
dwell in your mind
and body
you become,
the sun
in the dawn;
the moon
in the dusk
and you
light up
the others too
with your glance
that glitters....
*
By
Williamsji Maveli

Email:
williamsji@yahoo.com
Jan 2013 · 553
Bleeding.....

Bleeding you like a sad lyric;
Reading as a   romantic epic;
When a child of beauty is   born;
Within me a  mild feeling is sworn !

*

By Williamsji Maveli

Email:williamsji@yahoo.com
Jan 2013 · 400
Booked for you only !

Except the one
"reserved for you only",
I would pluck all other
flowers
from my
garden of love !

Except the one
" booked for you only",
I would lock all other
rooms
of  my
castle of love !
*
By
Williamsji Maveli

Email:
williamsji@yahoo.com
Jan 2013 · 327
Obituary

An
obituary
for myself,
though
not
demised
yet !
A
birth message
for myself,
though
not
born
yet !
Even after born,
still I am again
dead like;
Even after dead,
still I am again
born like !
born as dead........
*
Williamsji Maveli
Email:
williamsji@yahoo.com
Jan 2013 · 362
Good bye !

So, on a shiny day,
You gave me a green signal;
Proceed, the way is open
You are welcome !
On another day,
You showed me a red signal;
Stop, the road is closed
This is a dead-end !
Again on another day,
you stopped me at the
bus station at the
junction
To visualize that
by this way
we used to walk
Smiling, shedding tears
in this very lane
and finally on a resolute
not to meet both again!
So, on a black day,
You will come
to redecorate my coffin,
I will plucked the
pink blossoms
from your cheeks,
to enlighten my journey,
after borrowing two shining
stars from our eyes.

*
By
Williamsji Maveli

Email:
williamsji@yahoo.com
Jan 2013 · 324
A lyric....

A lyric
is like a
river,
it flows by
it's own trends;
moods; ways.
But finally
it reaches
the ocean,
where it
sleeps........
*
By
Williamsji Maveli

Email
williamsji@yahoo.com
Jan 2013 · 350
The invisible !

Sometimes,
mind sees
what is invisible
to your own eyes !

Sometimes,
body feels
what is untouchable
to your own sense !

Sometimes,
mirror shows
what is undesirable
in your own dreams !

Sometimes,
sky reflects
what is  not colorful
in your rainbows
*
By
Williamsji Maveli
Email
williamsji@yahoo.com
Jan 2013 · 990
Virgins and Whores......

If Heaven is a theater:
Men and women are
“Characters” enacting as
Holy angels
And pure virgins
once again just  to demand
each other for freedom and  power:
They have decorated
it’s doors and windows  
with flowers and olive leaves
   to commit their sacred sins;
They have their own
rules; regulations
Later they become
God’s and goddesses.
and one God from among
  plays a dual role.

If Hell is a theater,  
Men and women are
“Characters” enacting as
Good devils
And bad ******
once again just  to command
each other for freedom and power:
The have ruined
It’s walls and roof’s;
With   blood and raw meat;
To quench their thirst, hunger;
They have their own
Dirt, Debris
Later they become
Devils and witches
And one devil from among
Plays a dual role
*
By
Williamsji Maveli

Email:
williamjsji@yahoo.com
Jan 2013 · 417
It's raining .......
Outside, it is raining,
whereas my
Inside is paining:
Rain drifts cold;
Pain drips blood;
both drops down:
One from the sky,
another from the eyes,
Keep your inner eyes
opened...............
Let rain shower !
Let pain shiver !

By Williamsji Maveli

Email : williamsji@yahoo.com
Jan 2013 · 799
A weather touch.....

During
autumn nights,
darkness slept with
the cold breeze,
touching
the buds of love !

During
winter days,
sunset embraced the
the moon-rays,
kissing
the flames of lust !


By
Williamsji Maveli
**
Email:
williamsji@yahoo.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 Irinjalakuda, who is a well known writer, poet, film critic in the Malayalam Literature and film Industry was born on 23, April 1955  in Irinjalakuda town, Thrissur District, Kerala State, in India.  Williams George, popularly known as Williamsji, Irinjalakuda during early 1970,s wrote simple romantic, enchanting  lyrics in Malayalam Regional language scribbling from four lines to forteen lines (A sonnet ) wrote as many lyrics suitable to depict in love scenes of MalAyalam movies during his school days at Don Bosco English Medium High School. Later while he was a college student  released his first work of lyrics titled “Ragha Pooja” (Offerings to Love) in Malayalam literature in 1973.

Williamsji was attending Christ College in Irinjalakuda for his Bachelors degree in Commerce . He left Christ College after completing his Post Graduation in Commerce (M.com). He was much fascinated with the poetry lessons  of his Master in English literature  K.Sachidananan, Professor in English in Christ College during 1970s. Also Malayalam Literary Critic Mampuzha Kumaran inspired him in developing the poetic talents which was dormant in him.  He turned to writing lyrics and penned nearly 300 songs for popular Malayalam film journals, specially for “Cinerama” , a popular cine weekly during 1970’s  published  from Quilon in Kerala  under the guidance of prominent Malayalam writer *** editor late Kambiserry Karunakaran. Then he became a regular contributor to many Malayalam monthly journals and weekly publications ,writing poems, lyrics, short stories, novels, screen plays and film criticisms.

From among those published  lyrics, Late T.V.Kochubhava, prominent story writer and a close associate of Williamsji, selected nearly 100 lyrics from his collection of literary works  and published  with a title “Ragha Pooja” (Offerings to Love) during 1973 which is the first published literary work of Williamsji. Though he was successful as a lyricist, his wish was to become a script writer. To fulfil that, he became the Assistant Script Writer of Late A.C. Sabu, the only Cine Journalist of that time and  a close associate of  Kanmani Films director Late Ramu Kariyat (Chemmeen fame) who brought the first Silver Award to Malayalam Film for the best feature film during  the year 1970. Williamsji was associated with the screen play works of many black and white films during 1970s .

His latest writings in Malayalam literature are being  titled as “Arramviralthumbath” (On the top of the 6th Finger) and “Aaa Chithrasallabgnalil Onee” (One from those butterflies), both collection of lyrics are ready for publication along with its English Translation. Williamsji (Williams George) was a Freelance writer for    “ Gulf News”, “Khaleej Times” and “The Gulf Today”, three popular  English Daily News papers, published from UAE and Columnist for Malayalam News , the first Malayalam daily paper published from Saudi Arabia for many years.

Related Links:
www.williamsji.com
www.moonmakers.com

Peace
is not
a silent word;
nor a bird;
nor a sword;
It is God !
Peace  
is a river of lights,
which flows like my
lyrics,
crossing
the  small hills
and big valleys,
little ponds
and deep oceans,
vast territories
and large boundaries;
covering
thousands of men
and women
who speaks
In the name
of God............
.
"Maa Salamaa
.."
with peace...........

* A WORD IN ARABIC LANGUAGE which means
"with peace..."
From the author's collection of lyrics titled as "MAA SALAMA...."
written by Williamsji Maveli
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
Jan 2013 · 282
A reason of love....

Our love
is being
chained
in between
two
bodies:
the body of
a birth
and a soul of
a death.

Our lust
is being
imprisoned
in between
two
minds:
a mind of
a death
and a soul of
a  birth.

Our life
is being
cherished
in between
two
seasons;
a season of birth
and a reason of death

Our image
is being
shadowed
in between
two
reasons;
a reason of love
and a reason for life.
*
By Williamsji Maveli

Email: williamsji@yahoo.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.

Related Links:
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorge
www.moonmakers.com
www.kallettumkara.net
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