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993 · May 2013
The Crusade of a women:

An innocent, spicy body earns;
While a crazy man's mind burns;
A beautiful fresh skin pleases;
But her blood vein freezes;
Even the women of Magdalene
is being fully justified;pardoned;
Prior to His Crucifixion,
The crusade of a women
is still continued....
Amen!
*
NOTE: * her hometown, a village on the shore of the Sea of Galilee
__________________­____
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.shanthinagar.c­om
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
993 · May 2013
Touching Your Soul..!

Hand over to me, your tender desires;
lips dried; eyes tearless; cheeks pale;
Touching your soul, within an emotion;
I become a blue ocean of my own lust!

Quench for the flames of fire in blood;
Legs tired; hands tied; mouth moaning;
falling  to confined  alluring charms;
I  become a rainbow of my own  love !

Kiss away the body, in deep obsession;
As if I can drink your lovable drops of nectar;
while smelling, tasting in a delicious sweet;  
I became a silvery cloud of my own passion.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.shanthinagar.c­om
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
992 · Jul 2013
The Naked Truth...

Love is everlasting and kind hearted;
It will not expose jealous or egotistical;
It does not keep an evidence of wrongs;
It is delighted with the naked truth. !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
991 · Jul 2012
Eve's evil eyes
Eve's evil eyes

Williamsji Maveli


In the creation of God’s own stunning paradise
   Adam, the first male sat devoid of any jeopardize
Fostering the grace and loveliness of **** Eve
looking at her natural, fiery body with a wicked eye,
A snake, crawled from other side of the forbidden tree
Both, Adam and Eye, were uncovered and free
The eternal backyard stood with red ripened apples,
While his lips longed hard towards her *******
The first ever sin, they dealt with quietly sitting
Eating, embracing and together biting
God, announced his annoyance to human on earth
Watch, you will never last, but you will give birth
In pain to sinful sons and daughters in million
And then, God disappeared to his pavilion
Later, forever sinfully, they lived for mankind
Singing the gospel of the devil so unkind



BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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991 · Jan 2013
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
williamsji@yahoo.com

www.williamsji.com

990 · Jan 2013
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
989 · Mar 2013
She was a virgin.....

My mother was a beautiful, kind women;
who gave all her assets  and belongings
to those  starving people  and to poor beggars;
but, the society threw stones  at her face;
spitted and challenged to prove her chastity;
She was a ******, a ****** pure in her dignity.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
written on Friday, 8th March, 2013
INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY
NOTE: This short poem is dedicated to all women in this world , in remembrance of on this INTERNATIONAL  WOMEN'S DAY, FRIDAY, 08th MARCH 2013.
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
986 · Sep 2013
I woke up this morning !

I embrace into
my night bleeding's,
  I stir up from
my day feelings,
Thinking of you;
My sensitivity
Were full of enthusiasm
My ******* were upright
As if waiting
For the gentleness of
Your lips
How I want you
To kiss my *******
I woke up
this morning,
Thinking of you;
Still wet from the dream
I had about you
Last night
Still humid with passion
Wanting your mouth
To ******* lips !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
984 · Feb 2013
Sunday Slogans !

It was a  gloomy, cold  Sunday,
rain shattered during the midday ;
then my solitude turned so placid;
soft mind became  extremely wild;
it closed the black vessels of silence;
Later, blown up with voices of violence;
the darkness was hidden in the light
the entire courage was  lost  in the night
*
By
Williamsji Maveli
email
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.shanthinagar.com
Sunday,
17­th, Februvary, 2013

981 · Nov 2013
Gentle Love !

A  tender skin,
soft under my finger tips.
Blue eyes watch my touch,
It override with pleasure.
An elegant face,
within the frame of soft hairs
red painted lips thirsts again
responsive to my gentle kiss.
A half-**** body,
youthfully eager for bursting
every part confirms
to my loving touch.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
979 · Jan 2013
The Desert Scene !

It was during a month:
the September dawn
My attention was entirely being drawn
The neck of a desert donkey is strained
After pulling the strong cart remained
Along the sand dunes of the desert land
Carrying the debris of soldiers   beyond;
their dead bodies dried by many days
and unable to  wrap in any  other ways,
their last requests dying  unaccomplished.
It was during a month:
The December dusk,
My thought was entirely on the mask
the clouds were made of ashes and rain;
the earth pregnant with its body pain
Is war bringing us any further gain
*
By Williamsji Maveli
From the Anthology of lyrics, both in English & Malayalam ( bilingual, translated by the author) and titled as
"Ma Salama….......", (Arabic word which means “With peace...”) written
by Williams George Maveli. ( Williamsji Maveli )
Email: williamsji@yahoo.com
Web site:www.moonmakers.com
970 · Jul 2012
Sinfully YOURS.......
Sinfully yours


By Williamsji

In the creation of God’s own stunning paradise
   Adam, the first male sat devoid of any jeopardize
Fostering the grace and loveliness of **** Eve
looking at her natural, fiery body with a wicked eye
A snake, crawled from other side of the forbidden tree
Both, Adam and Eye, were uncovered and free
The eternal backyard stood with red ripened apples
While his lips longed hard towards her *******
The first ever sin, they dealt with quietly sitting
          Eating, embracing and together biting
God, announced his annoyance to human on earth
Watch, you will never last, but you will give birth
In pain to sinful sons and daughters in million
And then, God disappeared to his pavilion
Later, forever sinfully, they lived for mankind
             Singing the gospel of the devil so unkind


Williamsji
www.williamsji.com
968 · Feb 2013
Unknowingly.........

At dawn,
Like the early sun rays
Embracing the
Dew drop,
I too, kept her
In my strong arms;
Later, she melted away,
Unknowingly.

At midday,
Like ripe green leaves
Kissing the
Tree’s trunk,
I too, held her
On my own shoulders;
Later, she withered away
Unknowingly

At twilight,
Like roaring sea waves
Nurturing the
Sand shore,
I too, rowed her
Dream boat towards
Later, she wrecked down
Unknowingly.

At midnight,
Like glittering moonlight
Shattered in,
I too, poured shades
Later, she vanished far
Unknowingly.

*
By
Williamsji Maveli
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com

963 · Oct 2012
Bonds of Love
Bonds of Love

Gleaming  dim light of candle glow
backdrop melody is  soft and low
Dancing shadows  gather  no mass
Forgotten wine warm up  in the glass

The tender, soft  pat  of loving hands
What the other desires each understands
passionate lovers persuade to embrace
deep longing  from inner hearts interlace

exhilaration burns away  to a desire
Lips and  eyes  fuel the blaze of  fire
thoughts  hunts for  wishful  lust
Inhibitions fade replaced by trust

The world close out from this thrilling tryst
This rest and each other are all that exist
An cherished bond that transcend the flesh
Where hearts, minds and bodies inter mesh

By: Williamsji Maveli
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962 · Mar 2013
A desire gaze...

******* in a firm kiss, like a burning lust passion;
I taste the warmth of your inner most ambition;
Inhaling the deep the scent of your womanhood
a desire always kept on your body, in a love thread;
Lost in your strong embrace, emerged a desire gaze;
dreaming of the ways, two become one in adoring haze
souls penetrate needing much; two bodies wanting touch
seventh heaven delivers prime ecstasy two into one as such.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
__________
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www.­williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
www.williamsmaveli.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
961 · Jan 2013
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.

For more details about the author,
Log on
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www.williamgeorge.com
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955 · Jan 2014
An Email Invite from a Girl

Dear Handsome Lover Boy,
I’m Meera Gupta,
a 22 year KG teacher for kids,
I am very sociable and fun-loving;
I am looking for someone,
Kind to my heart,
Mind at my chat
Confident & smart life partner
who will match my wave-length.
Are you interested in knowing me?
Are you inspired my love writing?
Regards,
Meera Gupta
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
While Crossing this Desert........

By Williamsji Maveli

I walked  the vast desert across,
carrying a blood-tinged red cross
uncertainties, calamities encountered
while on my move towards the hills,
mountains, valley's, oasis and sea shores,
Looking at the empty sky, I cried out:
"Take me out of this desert place !"
Then I heard an echo:
"It is only a barren land. Walk through...."
At the end , you will find the shelter.."
And then I cried out:
"Well, But I am tired..."
The heap of sands, the roaring sea-side,
the burning sun, the rare wild snakes,
the lonely horizon like my own mind..

Ahead, I still heard an echo:
"It is only a waste land, Still Go ahead..
At the end , you will find a sanctuary....."
Am I still on my journey towards
an unnamed place,
a peaceful paradise,
without maps, boundaries....
back to mother's womb.....
back to creator's workshop
God at Right
Evil on Left
Angels all around......


Williamsji Maveli
Email:williamsji@yahoo.com
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952 · Dec 2012
Unrevealed......
When I sketch  your beauty,
First it comes to my mind
is your blossomed eyes,
I drew them in two colors:
Mixed light pink and dark blue.
Your nose, sharpened with
Dotted and curved lines;
Neck in the shape of a twist
Nip-lets in round black spots,
****, like two white lotus
Cleavages like dark caves,
And I sketch your  navel,
as a  hole to drown into
the sea of your beauty.

By Williamsji Maveli


Email:williamsji@yahoo.com
Williamsji, (Williams George), former Ras Al Khaimah based Journalist and lyrist of yester-years has been nominated for a literary award for the first time for literature. The Award is being formulated by KGA (Kallettumkara Global Association, UAE Chapter) for outstanding contributions to literature from the native writers of Kallettumkara, a village town in Trichur, Kerala in India. The award will be presented by the KGA’s UAE Chapter on the grand occasion of their 10th anniversary, which will be held during September, this year, according to Mathew David, Chairman of Kallettumkara Global Association. Williamsji was born on 23, April 1954 in Kalettumkara 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 (Etislatat) 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.
952 · Jul 2013
Vague Life !

I see a dim star; colorless;
With closed eyes
among the little stars
in the blue sky
one descends to earth,
Towards my river side
Once She lived here, with her
Beloved husband and eight children;
Where are my children now?
Two sons and six daughters.
I gave life to eight; even now I can
Bring one more; where is my beloved man of thirst?


Everything is vague;
Even the first rain;
Even the first kiss;
Even the first embrace!
Everything is blurred.


I too grow uneasy
like the odor of the
rain-washed earth.
Countless poisonous
snakes creep towards me.
Many emerge
with their bleeding tongue
Women come out from
Earth’s blood; they run the
ballet, with flora on their
Beautiful *******!

The drums end their stillness.
Pretty women move towards
the river-bank's shades.
Lotus blossom in his rivers
A fairy girl walks from her petals
Who will breastfeed him?
Who will give him his flute,
his peacock-feather cap?

I am an umbrella of stars.
My love is the flute's life.
My word is from him;
From my own son!
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Green Leaves : Williamsji Maveli writes Inspirational poems

Poetess Piusha Singh

Sun is the happiest to
welcome his beloved.
Together they spawn
a new love story, nature
witnessing their coupling,
bringing  the warmth around.
_________
Inspired by the above,
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES….
_________
What is inside you dear Sun that can hold me?
I dream of thee, but to love thee, I can never hope,
I am like the morning dew drop to perish and diminish,
Too tiny to take thee unto heart, my life is all in tears

__________
NOTE: GREEN LEAVES: 1 This is from the collection of inspirational poems My Courtesy and love to Poetess Piusha Singh-Williamsji Maveli
949 · Apr 2013
Blessings....
Godliness is inbound in every tender mind;
Blessings are enveloped to all; truly in kind
of comforting word, phrase or beyond;
An Echo is an instant action to respond;
Like a prayer is fruitful; in silence or aloud;  
For the glory and existence of the beloved;
Death demands next, its own renaissance;
to hell or heaven, an indirect, appearance.
Even if you wait, in life, upon creator’s name;
Everything exists, continue until the last game!

BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli­.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
949 · Jun 2013
A Leafless Tree !

None sow the seeds;
The dry seeds
of the deadly sins;
All just burst
to a form by itself;
Otherwise you will
surely find its
brand name;
trade mark
or even the
historical imprints
on its body;
Later it grows
to a tree;
A leafless tree;
To dry away again
as seedless !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
947 · May 2013
Your Elegant Face !

I saw a blossomed lotus
in  a blue  lake of love;
I plucked one of its petals
unknowingly.
later by dusk
it faded away
into your cheeks;
then it became
Your elegant face !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli­.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
938 · Feb 2013
The Black Chariot.....

At the wall,  
an alarm clock hangs;
silently in between
Birth and death;


The death ward is  now *****;
Stink of chemical medicines;


At the wall,  
an alarm clock hangs;
silently in between
Birth and death


The delivery ward is clean;
Stitches and scissors
Embrace together.


At the wall,  
an alarm clock hangs;
silently in between
Birth and death


It's second's leg twisted;
still running fast between
minutes and hours
of the dry day;
the patient stops
breath; eyes frozen;
nose closed; head wrapped;
toes tightened.

The minute needle
  move like rabbits;
hours like tortoise;
days turn to black elephants;
death becomes a
mountain;
unable for burial,
the dead body
is the coffin;
the black chariot

At the wall,  
an alarm clock hangs;
silently in between
Birth and death


BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com


In the stillness of the blue ocean tides
As the water sweeps on the sea rides
I feel you are with me; holding my hands,
Walking slowly along the cold wet sands,
Knowing that one day we shall meet.
In a silence of the early dawns greet
There is only few seagulls cry reside
Out in the ocean, watch the boat slide,
Somewhere, west winds touch the sunset,
Before the twilight, you will come to rest,
With tears of gladness, in your blue eye
You watch the fish, whispering good bye
Where is my darling, please do not hide,
I have waited so long, to be by your side!
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
930 · Feb 2013
The Shepherd's Tent !

You are such a
beautiful women !
          Perhaps you and
your beloved children
may not know
where to sleep tonight !
You are such a
beautiful mother !
          Perhaps you and
your poor children
may not know
where to dine tonight !
          Follow the
tracks of the sheep;
       Let your young goats stay
      at the shepherd’s
tents tonight !

*
By
Williamsji Maveli
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com

927 · Feb 2013
A Divine night.....

With all my full pledged pure love to share;
Whisper in your ears how much  shall I care.
The ****** feeling of you comes and takes rest;
at your hands, while caressing the tender breast,
The sensation and emotion, I endure is so thrilling.
It gets more and more everlasting and fulfilling.
It wakes up all my heavenly passionate senses.
By a gaze into your blue eyes, my body tenses
Kissing with ease at your wet eager lips.
Caress your cheeks with my finger tips.
I whimper with complete delight.
We bring to a close, a divine night.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
922 · Dec 2013
Lovely Moment !

A lovely moment
can be a vague thing,
but only because we’re too busy,
too wounded, too stressed,
or too blinded to open
our eyes and see them.  
The truth is, Lovely Moments
are in abundant in our daily life.
When you find a connecting point,
and you’re reminded that
those passing feelings
of loneliness do not mean
you’re actually alone – that’s a
Lovely Moment.
When you have the opportunity
to touch another life with the
comfort that they
don't have to be afraid;
that's a lovely moment !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
920 · Nov 2013
Do not kiss me in dark !

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
911 · Jan 2013
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.

For more details about the author,
Log on
www.williamsji.com
www.williamgeorge.com
www.microthemes.com

To nurture sweet fruits on your body tree,
You must have a healthy mind and soul;
If your soul is beautiful and elegant, then
your spicy body shall blossom like a flower,
with fragrance on red cheeks and cherry lips,
also bountiful, delicious milk on ******* too !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
907 · Jun 2015
BLESSED HANDS TOUCH...
Now let us be merry for while;

Put our faces together for smile;

And now, like passionate birds;

Fairly at once shall whisper words;

Our sweetness up into one remains;

And tear our pleasures with gains,

Through the flower gates of pure love,

Blessed hands touch both from above

_________

    BY
    WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
907 · Nov 2012
After your death…….
Are you a gorgeous, dazzling woman?
Posturing bare towards men
Are you worth a million statues?
Or fascinated with many virtues
I adore your beauty,
The black spots, armpits
your white neck, deep blue eyes
Long nose, red lips
your natural hair's,
wet, silk spools
white soft *******;
its nip-lets
your ears.
eye brows
feet, toes, nails,
what else;
but
I would prefer to
Grab all these
After your death…….

By: Williamsji Maveli

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Being genuinely loved by someone gives vigor;
loving someone extremely gives you bravery;
An Ink *** represents an art of ****** women;
The writing pen symbolizes a poet of beauty;
Let her fill the colorful ink of her own sacred life;
And the poor poet to spill the lyric of love to link!
**
BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Revelations of Bluffed Words (Poem Page 3)
(All poems in this series are, translations from Malayalam, originally written in author’s mother-tongue, “Malayalam’”, the language of Kerala, in South India.)  
BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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906 · Sep 2013
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI'S HAIKU

Anything that glitters like gold
need not be very precious or valuable;
Many valueless things look alike!
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com

Dear Readers,
"All that glitters are not gold!". Outward appearance cannot be greatly misleading. Gold is a very valuable metal. It has an attractive glittering appearance too. But it does not mean that everything which glitters like gold are precious. BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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From "SEASHELL", a collection of HAIKU's, written on Love & Life
905 · Apr 2013
A feather Touch....

My love is hidden in your tears;
My lust is a burden in your fears;
My feather touch is on your ****;
the  weather cools down  on your visits.
Your are now my outdoor nature;
Within you, a life becomes mature;  
Sweet honey flows on the red lips;
Ripened fruits grow on your ribs.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
904 · Jan 2013
Hereafter.....
The Creation

On the first petals of the creation,
sensual honey drops down,
and the creator decides the
deed, destiny and the death

The Situation

Situations beats the drum
environment becomes "Tsunami"
"Katrina" blows the winds;
"Rita" is shaking her *******;
whales swallow the waves;
fire erupts on the volcano;
Hiroshima and Nagasaki
blossoms again

The Destruction

"Bhaghdad " is burning to ashes
legs of September eleventh
is getting twisted
someone is planting a bomb
in mother's womb
the war weapons of  suiciders
pierced the concrete walls;
let not even a new baby to be
born thirsting for the milk of life;
hereafter........

By Williamsji Maveli

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An insane beggar sat
sadly at the door steps
of a rich man’s Palace;
A crowd of black crows
reached on the spot
to eat out the debris
of yesterday night’s dinner;
In between a gap of a
 silent laughter,
The beggar asked the
head of the crow:
“How was the food?
The Head Crow answered:
“Roasted  human brains
was the most delicious
among all !”
The Crow has been declared
as the most wisest of all birds by the
insane beggar !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
903 · Aug 2013
Enlighten me

Enlighten me, my dear little bird,
Are you always in concert all time
Don’t you have any more sorrows?
Don’t you go to any flying school?

You calm down while perching on tree tops,
You buzz when you are drained and
Fly as high as you wish for,
However, can I do all these?

Sitting on a swing and
Swaying in the wind gives me elegance!
You fly all over the blue sky,
How do you contain this bliss?

Oh bird, the way you cross hills; lakes; rivers;
leaves a picture in the mind and
how you settle on top of
huge crocodiles and elephants!

Oh dearest celestial-winged creature,
You are free-for-all fun and play
and now it all tempts me to become a little bird !
*
___________

BY

WILLIAMSJI  MAVELI

An elegant  queen of my own heart,
Once revealed and whispered,
I am  Brahma,  
a beautiful  Brahma;
a well built; structured women; a Goddess
mentally; physically; celestially;
but years after, a defeated
women of beauty;
a conquered prey of Men’s lust,
She is  All-Seeing, All-Powerful,
She is  All Queens,  All Mothers;
And Creator’s right hand,
the Ruler’s Sweet heart
and the women of all
that have been and shall be at all times!

By
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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_________________________________­_____________________________________________
NOTE:
Brahma is a Hindu Goddess and is one among those " Thrimurti's" (Three Persons); This word is originated from Sanskrit, meaning to "Praise" in English. Brahmin is a Hindu Caste in India.
__________________­__________
Revelations of Bluffed Words (Poem Page 5)
(All poems in this series are, translations from Malayalam, originally written in author’s mother-tongue, “Malayalam’”, the language of Kerala, in South India.)  
BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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www.williamsji.com
897 · Jan 2013
Enhance me !
Embrace me
like the cool
waves of  your
deep sea;
Enroll me
like the clouds
of  your
blue sky;
Enchant me
like beats
of your drum;
Enhance me
like the rhythm
of your flute .

By
Williamsji Maveli

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From the Anthology of love lyrics : " FOREVER LOVINGLY, YOURS.......".By Williamsji Maveli

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897 · Nov 2013
Milk Drops !

Took bath in cool shower;
******* emerge to blossom like rose flower;
Sweat  becomes sweet milk drops  
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
894 · Jan 2013
First Impression

For the first impression,
26%
Laugh
16%
Think
2%
Furious
3%
Happy
5%
Sad
48%
Be­havior..
Behave yourself...
Its all makes a 100 percent perfect  
" Gem of a person"
*
By
Williamsji Maveli

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In an early morning dream,
When all  are in deep sleep,
I screamed out in fear;
As I walked towards the dark valleys;
Barren deserts, high mountains,
Slowly on my head and shoulders,
The blue sky became my own blue eyes;
Hills, my *******; water wells my *******,
And this beautiful planet Earth,
As my own spicy body;
Still I explored to find
the charms of his heights;
the strength of his weights;
further hunting for a good time
to rush into his strong arms ;
and to be the part of his body and soul

________________

BY
WILLIAMS­JI MAVELI

In front of your alter, dear....

Williamsji Maveli

You are in my thoughts all times;
in your anguish and dreadful times

The idol of bereavement will never kiss
Nor the angels in the paradise will miss

Your elongated embraces and soft touch
to a certain extent  will make me rich

With my crack of dawn group prayer hours
Reciting a rosary for more better favors  

The sacred Sundays brought to cover;
to heal your pain in which you suffer

Tonight lots of people, will bring to daylight
Somehow to cheer up with candles in white

Celestial Songs are being sung for your charm
In front of your alter, with prayers in calm

By
Williamsji Maveli
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886 · Sep 2012
abode in you.
No wind can ever break,
No lyric can ever express:
My love towards you
to fasten me to You:
Like a coral diamond,
It breaks the beat that strikes
My heart goes into you
As the dirt goes into the gold.
Like the lotus life in its clay,
I live in you.
Like the bird
that gazes during
hours of darkness
at the fly-by-night moon,
I have lost myself
abode in you.


By Williamsji Maveli
883 · Apr 2013
The Whirl...

Like a cherry crop bursts,
into the petals of your eyes,
in every dawn you emerge
with a shiny, wet, gentle skin;
Unveiling your body shapes,
Sketching the stylish curves,
so that my soul can whirl;
sipping throughout the day
till I drown in your darkness;
in your tasty, fruity drinks !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
883 · Jan 2013
My own solitude.....
Living in my own solitude and loneliness
Without you, life seems to be meaningless
The spring blossoms towards love
I seek in you, my shelter like a dove

When my human emotional sparks
Your soft and lovable voice speaks
Everything is known to be very far,
Unless you stay back with me near

Like the vanishing dawn dew
every solo minute goes with a few
spoken verses never scribbled ever
You are my solitary love, dear beware

But you have to wish me good and well
And hold me, and don’t ever say farewell
you are born with a superb effect
Unless we both live together in perfect

it’s what makes you sharp and crucial
It's what I want you are feel so special
My sparkle of fire towards madness of love
It’s the radiance to hold you to move

Love has devastated me like dried leaves
Life has distorted to live in my own caves
everything has altered me and I am down
new thoughts, you stitches gives me a gown

Everything in and around seems to be ruin
Life is meaningless, dear with a bitter mean.
The girl to whom I loved   the most
Lost for ever and ever   like a ghost

It makes me to stand like a dead host
with no ideas, themes or joys to post.
Tears have dried out, crying all the way
you be  here and I could make a pay

The painful ways, how we both loved
And the gainful style, how we lived
my life is meaningless as you know
and nothing can get changed for now.

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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881 · Jan 2013
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
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