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638 · Jul 2012
Rainbow....
Rainbow....

By Williamsji Maveli

If I could catch in my hand
The seven colours of a Rainbow
I would do it just for you only
And share with you its beauty
On the days when you are feeling blue.
If I could build a mountain
You could call your very own
A place to find serenity
A place to be alone.
If I could take your troubles
I would toss them into the sea
But all these things I am finding
Are but impossible to do for me.
I can’t build a mountain
Or catch a rainbow by far
But let me be what I know best
A lover that’s always longing to be….......


By Williamsji Maveli

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

My eyes on your ****;
shy blossoms  on your blue lotus face;
heart beats for love music !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
636 · Jan 2013
The aftermath...

Your body is a temple
Of temptations,
Built – in with sinful
Deeds and ventures;
The aftermath is for purity
This comes only
On your accomplishment.
Your soul is a shrine
Of affections,
Made of powerful
Pillars and frames;
The ceremony is for purity
This comes only
On your entertainment.
*
By
Williamsji Maveli

Email:
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634 · Nov 2013
A Death is a flame !

An hour is not sixty minutes,
A minute is not first division of an hour
A second is not second division of a minute,
A second is an atomic term;
A minute is an electronic boom;
An hour is a mechanical device!
A human is clock;
A heart is a timepiece;
A wrist is a watch!
A birth is on a time;
A life is the prime,
A death is a flame!
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
633 · Mar 2013
Into her depths....


I drink from her cherry lips, a drop of grape wine,
With a passion of love and lust, preserved in fine.
I swim along with her blue waves to cross the river,
after being wet and drowned into her depths in fever.
*

BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
631 · Feb 2013
An embrace of Love

She stood serenely in a sweet kiss !
Her dove ******* are solid;
Rose face is soft and thin;
rainbows are on  eye-brows;
Reddish glow on cheeks;
Cherry lips still moist;
Pale skin smoothest
She locked me up in a fond embrace !

*
By Williamsji Maveli

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

628 · Feb 2013
Cool shower.....
____________________­______

Your light rain clouds
dwells in a nostalgic mood;
The passion and love of earth
remains unchanged forever;
Her eye drops down one by one
And I too is wet in that cool shower...

________________­__________

**
By
Williamsji Maveli
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
Copyright © 2013 Williamsji

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www.shanthinagar.com
www.thefilmmagazine.com
www.microthemes.com
www.moonmakers.com
627 · Mar 2013
Love is not blind.....

Love as such is not at all blind;
It is the last fragrance to find;
Among those who are inbound;
And being offered in abundant!
Whatever love has discovered;
The inner mind will be uncovered;
And every secret once covered
Will be made known and to be reveled.
Love is like  green leaves of the tree;
It is grown as a gift naturally free;
Sail into the lust of the oceans;
Divide all the filling inhibitions;
One day, the sky will reflect like a mirror;
Violent deep sea will turn by error!
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
627 · Apr 2013
My Broken Pen !

At this moment,
and being in this small hut,
I stay alone; holding
a torn-out paper;
an inkless, broken pen,
You alone can figure out,
my outlook ; my aspirations;
The truth I hunt for,
you always state
the set of laws that bind on me,
I do bend and kneel down;
My wrecked heart is yours to restore;
my tribute, only you to guard.
On you, alone, I can depend;
my sweetheart is not you at all;
but  my colorless paper;
my meaningless verse;
my broken pen.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
626 · Apr 2013
Before and After !

Before and after
my misty dawns;
during and longing for
heavy rain shower hours
Let your love pour in me;
Like tear drops of delight;
Over and above my green valley’s;
Up and down of my blue hills;
the inner depths of my desires!
*
BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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www.williamsmaveli­.com
www.williamsgeorge.com

If pure love has become a crusade;
Life ends up for a death of persuade;  
Remains accumulates to bones; ashes;
Promises shared by a bond of wishes;
along with those wild winds of change;
Words  blown away with no exchange;
Passions emerge towards open mind;
Missions are sometimes hard to find.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorge­.com
www.microthemes.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
625 · Dec 2012
The Wet moon.......
Wet moon:
The elegant face
Deep Ocean:
The blue eyes
Crystal clear:
The long neck
Lotus from the lake:
Tiny ****
Honey from jars:
Nip-lets
Veins run through her
Hills and valleys.
White silk space around
Her waist and long legs
The garden is empty.
We both enter:
To embrace the breeze
Kiss the winds,
Follow the streams;
Live below the leaves.

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.
624 · Feb 2013
Be a winner......

Whoever wants to be with the evil, will do the cursing,
and those pay back with the angel, will offer blessing;
the time has come for judgement, will you be a sinner ?
or at the end of all things in  life, will you be a winner !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
From the collections of short poems  titled "microthemes" by Williamsji Maveli
622 · Jul 2012
Give me a Word.........
Give me a word....


By Williamsji Maveli

Give me a drop of a word
I need to catch hold
of that word-beetle
with my tongue.
black words are swinging
in and around the evil tongues

Give me a piece of chalk
just to break  the lock of the
alphabets with my words
chalks of charcoal draws while the
live coal falls on my chest

Give me  a look of kindness
my throat has become drought and dry
I am unable to drink a drop of water
looks of kindness becomes angry eyes
the lights of virtue becomes
fumes of darkness

Written By

Williamsji Maveli

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Arrived bare;

Wearing nothing; nothing at all;

In a night mask of darkness,

Nothing to be seen by naked eyes;

Nowhere to touch and to feel;

No face; No lips; No eyes, bare !

Still my soul wept without any tears;

Body ignited in a flame;

Drops of light spread around;

Tears dry; candle flame dim, no fears;

A soft bliss within me,

An urge for a moment of

leisure love.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
619 · Feb 2013
The Sacred Womb....
I never knew earlier,
why my ink less pen
bleeds in her hands;
which has to be kept on
scribbling down
meaninglessly;
aimlessly.
It is only for these
simple words to be
delivered like a new  baby
from the nib of her
sacred womb....
*
By
Williamsji Maveli
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
From the collection of Williamsji Maveli's Micro-themes Verses-2
618 · Dec 2014
Like a Candle ......
To say that I love you,
Means that I love your
Body and mind
Wholeheartedly
I can love one person all time
As my life is just saying
That one candle will
Continue burning
As long as you live
Along with me
Like a candle,
Enlightening me
Hence, I declare that
Your eyes are dew drops,
Lips like red cherry fruits,
Face is a full moon;
Hairs, black forest,
Dove birds, your ****,
Desert Lake, your navel,
You are my own nature,
So celestial,
So elegant!

BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
From Williamsji Maveli's new collection of poems titled " Sinfully Yours..."
618 · Mar 2013
Look at my blue eyes.....

Look at my blue eyes,
Like the sad rainbow dims in grief
allow me to be your own teardrops !
let me flow on your cheeks like a river.
Kiss on my red  lips,
Like the sunrays drinking the mist
Borrow my tongue for a day or night !
Let me  dive into your breath like a storm.
Touch on my  fine hair,
Like the small breeze swings in the air
Bring the  clouds to the forehead from the sky
Let your ears close its door, making a shutter.
Feel my tender ****,
Like nurturing a white rabbit's tail.
Bring the fragrance of a sweet sweat
Let me drown into your ocean of lust .
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.moonmakers.com­
618 · Jan 2013
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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A slice of a morning mist;
Mixed with drops of your tears;
Adding sugar cubes of the cheeks;
A fine drink ready at your lips!
**
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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www.williamsmaveli­.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
615 · Jul 2012
When you come
when you come

Williamsji Maveli

when you come nearby
my mind sings a lullaby
when you embrace me softly,
it rains in my heart heavily
when you kiss me slowly
it showers flowers lovely
when you open  your eye
it looks like  a deep blue sea
when you lie down ****
finger tremble  like a blade
when you take a shower
I hold you tight in power


Williamsji Maveli
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615 · Jul 2012
The message
The message

Every Sunrise
is a reminder of a
new message;
a message
from the reborne
Creator

Every Sunset
is his own signature,
validated and
up-dated,
which none of us
can cut,
copy nor paste.

By Williamsji Maveli
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www.williamsgeorge.com
email:williamsji@yahoo.com

I am the origin;
You be my ******!
I am the truth;
You be my wreath!
I am the goodness;
You are my madness!
I am the negative;
You are my positive;
I am informal;
You be my formal;
I am your God;
You be my Goddess!
**
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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Revelations of Bluffed Words (Poem Page 8)
(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
609 · May 2013
The Half-Moon !

The silvery mirror of a moon peeks;
This lightly reflects on your cheeks!
While I reside, in a low mild moods;
Carrying her inside my wild woods;
A love grows; eyelids half way closes;
At mid night hours, she fully encloses.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorge­.com
www.microthemes.com
From MIRCOTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
607 · Jul 2012
The Word, the bird......
The word, the bird..

Williamsji

a word is not  just a word
a bird is not just a bird
The word has wings
The bird also sings

A verse is not just a verse
A horse is not just a horse
The verse thrills the heart
The horse pulls the cart

A curse is not just a curse
A course is not just a course
The curse will affect to ruin
The Course will **** the  pain


Williamsji
www.williamsji.com
williamsji@yahoo.com
Reviewer: Mariette Achar
Awaiting to get a copy of Williamsji’s "ARRAMVIRALTHUMBATH", COLLECTION OF LYRICS
MARIETTE ACHAR
606 · Jul 2012
NEVER, EVER....BEFORE.....
NEVER, EVER....BEFORE.....

-Williamsji


Never, ever or before
I was born not as a good Savior
for others,
Instead saved myself,

Never, ever or before
Though fought not like  a  brave soldier
In the war-front,
I killed myself before
The enemy.

Never, ever or before
While not named  as  a wise  thief,
But, stolen many of your treasures
Without your knowledge.

Never, ever or before
Not notorious  as a  cruel murderer,
Yet  I wounded many
And  no court punished me

Never, ever or before
Not even born as a plain  liar.
But many  believed in me.
I was not  yet born  still.


www.williamsji.com
606 · Feb 2013
Body In Mind.....

My mind is like a
Peacock with its long tail;
Green and blue in colors;
Blossomed flowers;
Once its elegant feather
Wither away,
Her dance ends.
Though, she longed for a
Performance,
Legs failed
While she came to
Forefront;

My body is like a
Dawn bird with its soft wing;
Curled and curved in shapes;
Blessed bounty;
Once its elegant feather
Wither away,
Her song ends;
Throat frozen
When tried to
Sing aloud.

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

604 · Feb 2013
Love@first sight!


Love never begins @first sight;
It grows and glows @last fight!
Love buds up like a new mushroom;
It wings and blossoms; in bedroom.
*

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

From the collection of "Microthemes" poems by Williamsji Maveli
www.moonmakers.com
603 · Apr 2013
The body flames....

Light downpour showers;
on her neck and shoulders;
a steady striking of little drops
on her forehead and nose;
invoking a blurred feeling;
firelight dance with shadows;
upon the walls of her dark room;
in a cherished show time;
throwing  crackles as the blaze,
burns hotter on her *******;
as you hold  my body towards;
By the  hug  of the flames of lust;
your  blue eyes gaze into mine;
lips perched just  by a whisper;
I sipped the nectar poured out;
feeling a thrilling sprint;
sweet and warm;
our bodies so frenzied
from the flames  that rage
in and out of mind;
nothing else matters
just this lustful moments;
just this kissable hours;
in a world, just you and me.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
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www.williamamveli.­com
www.williamsgeorge.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
________

Edge of her hanging *******;

Old man thirsty for wet milk drops;

She became a feeding bottle !

________

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
601 · Jan 2013
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:
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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601 · Dec 2013
Fear of Love !

To overcome the fear of loss,
You must forget about everything
you ever cared for in life;
To overpower the fear of love,
You must forgive others sin's
you never forgotten in life !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
600 · Feb 2013
Signature without a date !

The counting  figures
in the life's
balance sheet
is trembling;
both sides are not at all
matching; tallying;
The zero figures in the
ledger are having
errors of omission;
someone is fainting at the
unbalanced trial balance !
aged, 22,
not much old and wild
heart attack;
someone has stamped
on that death certificate,
after obtaining
God's  signature,
without a date......

*

By
Williamsji Maveli
Email:
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com

600 · Jun 2013
My Own Nature !

Eyes,
dew drops;
Lips,
cherry fruits;
Face,
full moon;
hairs,
spreads like
thick black forest;
White dove birds
chirp at your ****;
Navel,
a dry desert lake;
you be my own nature;
so elegant; so celestial.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
600 · Nov 2013
A Haiku on body !

Body resist any deep wounds;
But, heart never accepts the injuries, insults;
Preserve  scars outside your  heart!
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
599 · May 2013
Softly, Gently.......

Softly, gently, I  sipped
your red cherry-lip petals
patiently, silently, I grabbed
your brown nip-let buds
deeply, knowingly, I drowned
into your blue eye-oceans
The feminine body turns
to be  a dates garden;
Amidst my own
barren desert!
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI,
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorg­e.com
www.williamsmaveli.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 G 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 which is a collection of lyrics.
599 · Apr 2013
Intimacy !

Kissed her solely, more over my own fears;
Missed wholly, her presence, for many years;
Light lips; small ****; red cheeks and blue eyes;  
All spoke to me; a language in different ways;
In that unknown; unbearable moments of lust;
I, felt like a boy of literate, intimate at its best!
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems,written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
599 · Apr 2013
I lost in your eyes !

Lasting in a second, I lost in your eyes;
At ease, I admit on your lovable ways;
Kissing lips twist, making us for a sweet intake;
No longer, I am able to wait, until you are awake;
Lying flipside, I appeal without even a word;
As if hidden parts could somehow be heard.
Rising high on a top to greet your gaze,
I converse to another part in an amaze !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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Rights Reserved: Williamsji © Maveli
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
598 · Jul 2012
TOMORROW
TOMORROW

Williamsji Maveli

Not at all, I knew an enhanced tomorrow
Will shape my life to take away my sorrow
My days of misery was  an obsession of the past
And I have found in you, a true love at last
My days of bareness were gone  for good
Your seal  in my heart that you should mound
You've showered on me the shade and light
And my love will continue to burn bright.

-Williamsji Maveli
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597 · Dec 2012
If you are............?
If you are the ****** earth,
I am the sun to fulfill your desires
Hope lovely moments of surprises;
joyful days is on your way

If you are the wild wind
I am the storm to burst your anger
Filling life with revelations;
   Meaningful treasure galore!

If you are the snowy night
I am the day to warm up you
Smiles, laughter, bliss and cheer;
novel delight that ever stays

If you are the tiny grain to grow
I am the air to carry you away
Another candle on your cake
well there's no need to reveal

if you are a drop of pure water
I am the river to flow you out
May you have a great time today;
discover happiness in everything

If you are the little bud on a plant
I am the bee to kiss you to bloom.
be a stranger than a friend;
to know each other more

If you are the lover's ocean,
then I am the waves in it.
be a wave in my storm
to hold you, not let you down

If you are the red wine
then, let me be the sip
a taste of you never leaves
a sip of you never thirsts !

If you are my sweet heart
I am your nourishment
If you are the origin of pleasure,
then, I am the soul in your body
If you are the artist's revelation,
then I am the paint-brush
If you are the poet's elation,
then I am the Ink ***
If you are the musician's inspiration,
then I am the flute in your hands
to sing aloud a song of love.....

By Williamsji Maveli

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The Kallettumakara Gblobal Association (KGA), UAE Chapter has announced their first literary award for excellence to Williamsj’s  third  poetry collection   titled as “Arramviralthumbath …”  (On the tip of the 6th finger…”),  published by H & C Books, Trichur.)
The award was announced by Mathew David, Chairman of KGA at their Executive Committee meeting held last Friday.  The award is also being considered for his poetic contributions from the author for his forthcoming collection of lyrics named as “Maa Salama., which means (With peace in Arabic). The poems are different desert sketches focusing on his real-time life experiences while he was working in UAE for more than 30 years.  
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 (ETISALAT) 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.
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591 · Mar 2013
My Body; My Soul...

Today,
my sinned hands
wash out in the
blood of wounds;
Today,
my big head
bow down at your
altar of pure love;
Today,
my two eyes,
looks with a guilt
at  the feet
of your  kindness;
Today,
my ruined body
feels by the holy touch
of the cross;
My body; My soul is all yours
My land; My heart is all yours !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

NOTE: This poem is written on this day, THE GOOD FRIDAY, 29th March, 2013.
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From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
590 · Apr 2013
A Wedding…..

The Mid –Sun got up from his bed;
He is getting ready for his first wed;
Twilight has groomed to be the bride;
Sun closed his doors, with much pride;
Their first time life celebration gains;
a love song of a nightingale begins;
Under the blue sky’s decorated roof;
Moonlight witnessed the oath as proof;
Glittering stars stared at; and on each guest;
Serving the banquet in its  most best;
bride got tired and went to take rest.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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24th April, 2013
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

I am in the most
delicate pain
on both sides of you now,
with a sweating, boiling
feeling of an impulsive volcano
strain at its peak
inside
wanting to burst out
my sweetest self
all over you.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Am I a stranger to you,
or an unknown  beggar at the street ?
Am I an outsider to you ,
or an uninvited guest ?
Am I an intruder,
or a peeping guy at your door !
Am I a nature painter,
or a wanderer to sketch you face ?
Am I a sad, mad poet,
or a scribbler of lyrics ,
until I myself end my life.......

By
Williamsji Maveli

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Sometimes, a  dew drop may conceive an Ocean;
a ray of a twilight  may receive a glowing Sun;
a feature touch of relief may bring up for a heal;
a weather of deep love in life , may  spring to a feel;
a root will turn to be strong, in all its shape;
a fruit will become delicious ,while it falls in its ripe!
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
586 · Nov 2013
A Feel of your touch...

A feel of your touch,
   is an inspiration to me:
   I fulfill my life from a thrill of  it
   A drop of your sweat
    is an intoxication to me;
   I breathe my life from the smelling of  it.
     Could I see you with every glance,
     It would be better for me
     Than to eat or to drink,
Than to sleep or to shrink !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
585 · Jan 2013
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

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The sun burns on my top; its day!
While she cools and wet down; its night !
It was a stunning day time;
At the lonely sandy sea beach;
She came walking slowly in half ****;
Knocking the sand-built hills in mood;
Her smooth brownish skin shines;
in the warmth of the morning heat;
The top most is almost uncovered;
Sun started shading towards the shore
After a while, she sighed and sat up
gazing out at the embracing waves,
watching the birds; listening to nature
playing in the water; swimming down
towards her deepest lust for a love-drop!
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
585 · Jul 2012
JOY IN THE RAIN
Joy in the rain


Williamsji Maveli

It seems rain will pour its showers tonight
the morning thereafter will be bright
I long for  my body  to be wet in the rain
It  looks like the blue sky is in heavy pain

Is it a  gift from God , the rain gives  
seeking shades under the leaves
The wind winding to the form of breeze
In a shelter men, women and  children freeze


Let more  clouds melt and drops down  
To the hills, valleys and rivers in the dawn
In our lives,  we do pray for more showers
For the ponds,  paddy fields, gardens to cover


Embrace the rain throughout its pouring
And ,I need to get out of my hours of  boring
a game  in the heavy  rain, I will not be sweat
Instead, I sit down   and eat away the  sweet



Williamsji Maveli
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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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584 · Mar 2013
Over a Kiss....

Like those lotus blossoming,
during a morning cool spring;
Your blue eyes are half open;
a love lyric  now born from pen;
Your passion of lust on the face,
a dew drop melts at its surface.
Guilty over a kiss of deep pleasure;
I touch your spicy body in leisure.
*

BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by Williamsji Maveli.
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