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LOW FLYING BIRDS
My winged words
are Low flying birds
that have taken wings
and while love sings,
It goes from one place
To another faraway place;
To a poetess who brings,
Lyrics and verses in rings;
This word and sentence
Reach to make acquaintance,
Towards very distant countries,
Where I cannot make an entry,
Still, let us be together to strive,
With our mindful writings to thrive,
Even in the slightest manner,
Holding the peace slogan banner
Copyright @ Williamsji Maveli
LUST FIRE

Williamsji

I’ve been drinking  ***** drain
Sipping, tasting each drops again
I thirst to touch your natural  ****
with my nail in my dreams in bits

Mid-night you caught me in lust fire
without any emotions you ever care
Drops of  Sun’s last flames descend
Lights of morning sky fade at the end

If love is the tide,  souls are the shores,
you have my heart, may I have yours
I hold to my chest  my everlasting love,
and thank for the God’s gift from above.

WILLIAMSJI
www.williamsji.com
email:williamsji@yahoo.com
Reviewer: SUMAGALA NADAKUMAR PALGHAT
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’s thrid collection of lyrics depicts the social, political sketches of the current situation prevailing in Kerala. From SUMAGALA NANDAKUMAR, PALGHAT

Remember,
the choice is
yours.......
A hell or
A heaven !
An Evil or
An Angel;
A Sweat to kiss;
A Sweet to miss;
Lust is the cause;
Death is only a Pause !

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

From the collection of Micro-themes Verse-4

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

May I declare
that again and again
I am being  thrown
away from your arms
by just a heavy wind
fragile that I am;
but your strong arms
invite me to search for
Your depths again;
Like a blazing sun
as you are
to eclipse me
to crush me in
your *****.
May I confess of my
eternal thirst for you
I am a wild river flowing
along the banks of  
your sand deserts…
*

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

13.02.13
I'm an echo;
hear through my voice
When it returns back;
you are same
as my own melody
I'm a vision,
See through my eyes
Where it focuses on
You are same as
my own sunshine.
I'm a mirror
watch through my refection
When it breaks down
you are same as
my own image
I’m a landscape
Walk through my meadows
Where it makes green
You are same as
my own nature

By Williamsji Maveli

Email:williamsji@yahoo.com

If you were a piece of blue sky on my top
I would float like a rain cloud beneath;
If you were a nymph under water depth
I would swim to cross the ocean of love…
**
By Williamsji Maveli

Email:williamsji@yahoo.com
From the Anthology of lyrics, both  in English  & Malayalam ( bilingual, translated by the author)
and  titled as "Forever, lovingly yours.......", (Pranayapoorm, Ennennum Nintee...)
written by Williams George Maveli. ( Williamsji Maveli )
Email: williamsji@yahoo.com
Midnight Flight

Williamsji Maveli

The blue moon with all its rays
Make up a woman in all ways.
As her spicy body slowly drifts
Offer me some amazing gifts.
Floating along with the cloud
Holding me like her beloved
As she race her eyes to the moon,
My lovely moment ends soon.
An escape with a sweet pleasure
Over rejoice her nurture in leisure
She moves lustfully in the night,
Where with peace she can wait
Wake the heart, mind and soul.
For a beautiful late night stroll.

By Williamsji Maveli
Email: williamsji@yahoo.com

I shall tug your *******;
Like an impatient, thirsty child, squeezing   *******;
I too like milk coffee!
**
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
A Haiku on Coffee !

Took bath in cool shower;
******* emerge to blossom like rose flower;
Sweat  becomes sweet milk drops  
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Early at dawn flourish,
Love illusions cherish;
Star rays   vanish;
Body diminish!

Late at mid hour,
Nightmares of fear;
dwells in despair;
Mind never care !
*

By
Williamsji Maveli

email
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com

Silence speaks by its own sound;
Violence hits back  in and around,
History always  repeats by itself,
Future is not at all for yourself.
Love, be loved, kiss, be kissed,
Lust, be killed, miss, be missed.
*
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:
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www.moonmakers.com

I touch
Your feet
For a
Bless !
I smell
Your sweat
For a
Bliss !
I lift
Your lips
For a
Kiss !
I wipe
Your
Tears
For a
miss !
*

By Willaimsji Maveli

Email:williamsji@yahoo.com
From the Anthology of lyrics, both  in English  & Malayalam ( bilingual, translated by the author)
and  titled as "Forever, lovingly yours.......", (Pranayapoorm, Ennennum Nintee...)
written by Williams George Maveli. ( Williamsji Maveli )
Email: williamsji@yahoo.com

Glittering tears drops down
Like a painful rain shower;
Parting  the black clouds.

Moon feels shy, hides ****;
Half covered in black veil;
Leaving behind the dark.

Bird of night spreads her wings;
Herd of stars in the sky sings;
Seeing you and my   love

*
By
Williamsji Maveli

Email
williamsji@yahoo.com

www.moonmakers.com
www.willia­msji.com

A feather touch is
more than enough;
for your
Peacock
to commence
her dancing...

A light kiss is
more than enough;
for your
Blue eyes
to close for
dreaming...

A moon-ray is
more than enough;
for your
Red cheeks
to glow for
shining....

A rain drop is
more than enough;
for your
cherry lips
to ripe
for sipping...

A cold wind is
more than enough;
for your
spicy body
to become
for freezing...

A light song is
more than enough;
for your
sacred heart
to beat again !
*
___________________­______

BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
20th February, 2013

__________________­_________
Related Links:
www.williamsgeorge.com
www.moonmakers.com

Your hard phases of mourning’s;
Never match soft glaze of mornings;
Painful thoughts pierce like sword
Muted music heard from the bird
Life is like a flowing silent blue river
Love, seems to be a stagnant reservoir
*

By
Williamsji Maveli

Email
williamsji@yahoo.com

www.williamsgeorge.com

During the
first half,
I , started
scribbling my
verse
on your face:

During the
second half
I , sipped
smelling my
wine
on your lips:

Finally,
I embraced,
kissing my
better-half
to lay; lust and
  to love........
*

By Williamsji Maveli

Email:williamsji@yahoo.com
From the Anthology of lyrics, both  in English  & Malayalam ( bilingual, translated by the author)
and  titled as "Forever, lovingly yours.......", (Pranayapoorm, Ennennum Nintee...)
written by Williams George Maveli. ( Williamsji Maveli )
Email: williamsji@yahoo.com
My boat never sinks

By Williamsji

While you board my life boat
I   assure, a decorated seat
Oh, my girl, you are like wine
A living Goddess  divine
Will you shower me flowers  
Wearing a dress  in colors
love me more and love me long.
my hope in you  is  ever strong.
my dream will be my life
and you take the role as my wife
My breath is bleeding; my dream is strong.
My Goal is crying; my promise strong.
My boat never sinks; give me a hand
we both share our life in this land


Williamsji
www.williamsgeorge.com

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

My broken alphabets dance
on the first page for a preface;
My writing pen’s nib is now facing a soul;
I long for a wild word; a long sentence;
You became a deep ocean;
I am your throat to drink you away!

My scattered thoughts blaze
on the first language for a phrase;
My waiting mind’s tip is now chasing the body;
I hug for a soft touch; a heavenly lust;
you became a flooded river;
I am your tongue to spit you away!
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI.

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
When new olive tree blossoms, all conflicts will end,
showing the angels of all peace creations to descend,
This fruit garden of you and me, where our childhood
dreams flourished under the shade of that tree stood,
Playing all the child games of love, hatred and despair,
I held his wounded body with much more care,
In the shades and shadows of the big orange-grove,
You and me, hugging together our love grew to prove,
We are one, in life, will never ever to depart,
Among the thorns, hills, oasis of this desert,
Although I was not dead, the other fatal day,
On my chest, I sadly placed a tombstone today,
During that night of my loved friend’s death,
No clouds, no blue skies, no stars to talk with,
My tears rushed down like a flood on a hill,
The heart dried, eyes blind, it’s all your will.
With all anthems of life now singing in love,
bringing peace, accord and bliss from heaven above.
All of new life now bearing in minds the truth;
it’s the heart of desire which will give a rebirth.
By
Williamsji Maveli
Like the verses of love,
written on the walls
of my inner heart......
you have become
my counter part,
never, ever you depart

Like the curses of lust,
touched on the shores
of my dwelling resort.....
you have become
my counter part.
never, ever you depart.

Like the dew of dawn,
showered on the petals
of my budding rose.....
you have become
my counter part.
never, ever you depart.

Like the chirping of dove,
heard on the  soft skin
of my red cherry  lips
you have become
my counter part.
never, ever you depart.

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 (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.
My Dad plays a game of "hide and seek" : A Tribute poem to my beloved Dad: Late George Maveli
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• My Dad plays a game of "hide and seek" :
• A Tribute poem to my beloved Dad: Late George Maveli
___________
My Dad plays a game of "hide and seek",
Though in Intensive Care since a week,
But I know He is still sleeps by my side,
He still makes me happy by elephant ride
Putting me on his bare back to continue play
Taking his strong arms to go fast or to delay
And to repeat the black elephant's game
Making me to be happier and fame
• Top from heaven I heard
• a song of love from a bird;
• A sad word from  my Lord,
• I still love you my dear Dad.
He died not too late in my hand,
but lives still in my own soft mind
I wish time wouldn't go forward,
then I would make a good reward
I try to have and repeat old memoirs,
my minds mostly turns to summaries
• Top from heaven I heard
• a song of love from a bird;
• A sad word from  my Lord,
• I still love you my dear Dad.
I wish I had my dear dad by my side
The stories I hear about ocean tide,
To my eyes it brings more and more fear
Before I had to say good-bye, a drop of tear
I wish I had more fun time with my dear
My mom lets me know how much he care
Since I was too young to have love to share
• Top from heaven I heard
• a song of love from a bird;
• A sad word from  my Lord,
• I still love you my dear Dad.
___________
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
____________
NOTE: I left my dear Dad (Late George Maveli) in the hands of my Lord Jesus on Saturday 19th July @ 1630 hours Indian time. He died at the age of 89, I am his eldest Son. I regret to express to all my beloved viewers and my well wishers of Hello Poetry. I shall post my poems after a weeks period of condolence   - WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
My dear angel,
You are the greatest one;
Elegant, loveliest, glittering
Among all celestial presence;
I adore you without any stain
While you wear a dress of wings
An earring of obedience to songs,
But as soon as the turn of the earth,
A call out from the top of purity,
And began to boast in a carnival
We glorify you in beauty

My dear angel,
You are the cutest one,
celestial, alluring, sumptuous
among all glorious perfections,
I worship you without any return
while you behave very  obedient,
But no craving in you selves,
Nor do you have any darkness
in your make-up;
only the beam  of love

BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
From the pages of  my poetry anthology " SONG OF THE SOULS "

My heart beats, thirsting for your love;
A sweet song of joy echoed from above
To fill my soft-corner with pure delight;
Listening your love verse in the night

We walk together in the candlelight;
Let me embrace you in my arms tonight
Holding you close to me to dance in slow
I whisper words of love to let you know

For me you are more than this world
So precious, valuable, rare like gold;
A time of healing love, joy so sweet;
In the pale moonlight we both meet.

BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
______________________________________________________­_________________________

williamsji@yahoo.com
Thursday, 28th February, 2013

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My lost green leaf.....
In remembrance of one of my most precious and valuable Poetry friend......

My Lost Green Leaf ( A prose poem )

If one of my green leaf from my own poetree is lost by somehow or other, for whatever reason, which I am still not aware, I never feel that I really lost it. I stand still and straight forward, aiming at the shining sun up, and do believe me that my own poetree forest knows where I stand, I must let it find until I find in myself, my lost green leaf....

Williamsji Maveli

Williamsji Maveli


Green apples grow on your tree of my lure;
Red Grape *leaves grip as parasites unaware;
Like  tempting odor emerge from your face;
spread out with a rose flowery fragrance;
My whole body drenched in your eager;
Hiding the reek of sweat with my vigor;
Deep emotions float across the silent lake;
My love rhymes, while you are awake !


BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
Monday, 04th March, 2013
www.williamsji.com
NOTE to readers:
*tree represents "the women body" and the *leaves, the dress She wears.
From my collection of Micro-poems, MICROTHEMES, by Williamsji Maveli
A tormented soul can perceive no radiance,
My world is a stage in light with a keen audience,
Shadows overwhelm each day within a rear,
Every second is governed by the darkest fear,
Life seems to be unreal in a covered solitude,
Lacking feelings and emotions, no gratitude,
Born to death, not alive, nothing more to feel ,
Inside is null and void, no more to go for heal,
Ecstasy has vanished, shattered towards last,
To me, no present and no future, only the past,
Craving to slumber, yet both eyes widely awake,
Cautious, how much more the life can intake,
None to laugh for a while, or just to drop a tear,
Embraced in dark rain clouds filled with fear,
Sensations take off from the corpse, yet still alive,
My love turns again to glitter, nothing to relieve.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

My mind is like a desert,
representing an  infertile land,
marked by fear, loss, exile,
and emptiness,
It is the result of a massive
destruction by my own sins………

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


By tinkling its silver anklets,

She, my own  blue river flows

in twilight !

the sand shores and waves

forget themselves; while in a wet kiss;

Then in a lovely embrace !

By tinkling its silver  anklets,

she, my own  blue river flows

in delight !

Is she  is in a pain of parting

Or  is it a symbol of ecstasy

That blossomed through

the small bubbles of her.

Oh my beloved beauty, with blue eyes

Just smile once again !

By tinkling its thousands of anklets,

she, my own  blue  river  flows

in day light !

The cool breeze and rhythm of waves

made my thoughts, filled with your face;

Oh my beloved beauty, with blue eyes

Just smile once again !

By tinkling its thousands of anklets,

She, my own  blue river flows

in moonlight !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

     I found the women
       to whom I am
in love with;
          I held her hand;
          touched her toes;
          kissed her eyes,
         and I would not let her go.
          Then I took her
       to my late mother’s
        dwelling place;
          It was the hut,
         where I was born;
   Then later,
She became my own
    mother !

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


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
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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I held you more tightly
with my own hands;
not because,
I loved you a lot;
But only for the reason
that you should never
come up over and above
my top !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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


In a second life;
If I get in another  time
     I will adore you
in me and in you
     With lights and shades;
    in   colours and odours
woman made of flesh,
     soft as the soft flower  petals
     let me to nest in your breast;
and  the scream
     of my poetree growing in you
Oh... my woman chiseled in breeze.
your exquisite fingers
sweetly intertwined
in the pocket of my heart ?
*
By
Williamsji Maveli
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My sketch will be incomplete,
without your blue eyes,
added to my life canvas !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Roses blossoms in my inner heart,
from my sky, dark clouds depart;
with the  brightest  rays, sun ascends;
most lovingly, the moon descends.
*

BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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From the collection "microthemes" by Williamsji Maveli

I  place my heart in front  at your feet
sometimes angry, other times lovable

I let my spirit slide along so light
spreading feelings at dark of night

I lace my thoughts  across the sea
to you, I give the immense love.

So please stride lightly as you wander
as crushed dreams can take wonder
*

By Williamsji Maveli

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Life comes as it is,
Just like a river flow,
If it is a mystery,
Accept it,
If you take away all mystical beliefs,
then everything was certain,
Then comes life as a pillar of faith,
for faith has no room,
no further discovery,
no more immortality,
All aesthetic festivities and creativities arrives from uncertainty,
even though
life seems to be beautiful,
bountiful.
Faithfully Yours,
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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


Around your sweet honey tree,
many insects come to live free !
Nature for me is an inclination;
not just merely an imagination !

Straight along the road, see pines,
stand, awaiting for a hug of rains.
Nature for me is an inclination;
not just merely an imagination !

Tomorrow, plant a small flower tree;
a nest will be built by a blue bird, free !
Nature for me is an inclination;
not just merely an imagination !
*

BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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Though,
the rain
stopped it's
down pour,
the leaves of
the tree
dropped
its tears !

Though,
the moon
faded it's
bright light,
the feathers of
the cloud
enriched
its glance !

Though,
the night
closed its
cold wing,
the dawn
stretched
its hands !

Though,
the waves
embraced  its
shiny shores,
the Sun
blessed on
its forehead !

*
By
Williamsji Maveli
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The Morning Sun, shines in half ****;
the wild wind, rocks in a rough mood.
Sea waves continue to kiss lonely shores;
Clouds thrilled to pour its first showers
Let us all come and  join our hands together;
Up in the sky, for a show, stars gather.
Nature without any race, shape and age;
Continue its embarking and long voyage.

*
By
Williamsji Maveli
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www.williamsji.com

Neither black nor White

By Williamsji Maveli

I am not in your own image
neither black nor white
I am not in  your shadow
neither of Sun nor moon
I am not in your shape
neither smooth nor sharp
But my body is a sea wave,
Neither black nor White
hold me if you can
and I become the roar between
your ******* and  lips
I am your blade
to chop through the flesh
and then into your heart
I am your salt
to pour it on your wounds:
wounds of mind
I am your blood
to sip it while you sleep.

By Williamsji Maveli

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Never Alone

Williamsji

  Every sunrise is opening  
  new windows with vivid colors,
Every sunset is  closing
other  windows  without any colors
Smelling  your  rich  fragrance,
Feeling  on a  feather  touch,
Your mind and  body allures me
in the early  morning hours,
with the embrace of showers
while I get up first from my bed;
your thoughts are wrapped
When I start my day dreams
With each step I move ahead
You have been around forever
  Since the first breath I took
  Now I have to go on alone
  But for love, I need you
  Cause by what you bestowed
  during our short time together
  which will last in my heart
  Forever and ever
  Although you’ve left apart
  And now walked away depart


Williamsji

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This book is dedicated to LATE: MORKANAD XAVIER, who worked as a Reporter to Mathrubhumbi and Deepika News Papers, published from Kerala. Williamsji's first collection of lyrics was published by PUNNARJANI PUBLICATIONS, Irinjalakuda. The preface was written by Late T.V.KOCHUBHAVA, the famous Novelist and Short Story writer, who won the Kerala Shahitya  Academy Award for his famous book named as "VREDHASADANAM" (Means Home for the elders)
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.


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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 warfront,
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.


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A night's gold necklace glitters on her !
She sat nearby me; softly touching me;
Sea is silent; cold; shivering and ****;
Night’s necklace glitters on bountiful *******!
**
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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