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

*
By
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Email:
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsgeorge.com

Poetry dates all the way back to the beginnings of Humanity. People have always been questioning nature, and the day-to-day existence of themselves and other humans love, death, survival, war, injustice, and the universe are all examples of things that have been questioned by men and woman since the roots of human existence. Whether in nursery rhyme, ballad, jingle, rhyme, anthem, or music,people have found poetry to be an outlet for expressing these questions, sensations, and experiences
People often associate it with strict rhyming patterns, complicated vocabulary, hidden iconic meanings, and difficult rhythmical conventions. Poetry is even taught in school to be an intricate, complicated, inexplicable puzzle. True, poetry is difficult. Sure, it can be harder to understand
than prose. However, that is only because sometimes it is involved with your inescapable complexities and uncertainties of your existence.

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

A disclosure of a common man,
  God gave a flare of thought to him,
to that common man,
without having a dress to put on;
an asylum to reside,
a bread to eat;
He was deputed
to recite to his servants,
who work in his vineyard,
things which must soon come to go by;
and he sent and signified it
by his guardian angel
into his servants,
Who bare the record
of the word of God,
and of the evidence
of Life and Death,
and of all things that he saw.
Blessed is he that common man,
without having a cloth to wear;
a shelter to dwell,
a bread to eat;
those who hear the words of his prediction,
will keep those things
which are written therein:
for the time is at hand.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
The red bleeds
into the blues...
while,
the white embrace
into the arms of the black..
The SUN is swallowed
by the SEA,
The SEA kiss the shores,
The lust and despair
of the EARTH
Blooms,
every now and then.....


By
Williamsji Maveli
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 (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. He is currently working as Branch Manager for Muthoot Fincorp  Ltd, Angamaly, Ernakulam District in Kerala, India.

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

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 (Williams George)

Email:williamsji@yahoo.com
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

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:
williamsji@yahoo.com
Will you walk beside me
towards the endless
Shores
I will capture you
In  the hand of dreams
to the deep sea
your eyes extracted from the seas
the sea shores
your little shoe that lay on the sand
your feet in the bruised sands
the bruised dreams
I will take you in my suicide eyes
close them in the wave
of the suicide shores.


Williamsji Maveli

www.williamsgeorge.com

When an evil of Eve
goes out of the body of an Adam,
It travels over the wet paradise,
Looking for a shelter to
take rest of her body;
If she can't find one,
She will go back to her own hut;
Where she find it empty, lonely;
Then she comes out and hunts for other
Spirits of holiness even worse than herself;
And they come and live with her.
So when everything is over
Again and again,
She will be in a worse state
than the beginning of the first sin;
This is what happens
to the evil people
of today and tomorrow !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Her white silk dress up;
Eases views of navel through the transparency;
Nice **** expose pale; red
**
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
A Haiku on Beauty

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
www.williamsji.com
www.williamgeorge.com
www.microthemes.com
In the eyes of a lover,
you need to be adored
as delightful; as celestial ;
shouldering your long
black hairs flowing
in front of your chest,
Your pale blue eyes
gazing at  me tenderly;
your spirit is my wine;
and heart is divine
- to nourish is fine
a ****** stands
in front;
invites me to
join the feast
of your love !

In the eyes of a lover
dawn is to begin
dusk is to regain
a ****** kisses
inspiring me
to join the heart beat
of your  life !

-By Williamsji Maveli

Email:williamsji@yahoo.com

Of the women flock, two shall be selected;
Set aside; being divided: one, in loved ones;
Another lustful ; a word of beauty;
a sentences of the most elegant ;
Their fate shall be divided into
Never embraced, Never kissed, Never slept;
From the men herd, one will be sent to hell
Separated from murderer’s and thief’s;
their fate will be declared during final round.
Hell is still vacant for sinners yet to be filled
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
It has become  really a burden
If this is a mistake, please pardon;
to  worship you in my own  alter
and lust for you in my shelter
Let me be soaked in your
warm, soft, wet
rain showers
and it has become
a never-ending love
My thirstily lips are eager to taste away
the sweat that drops down
from your open  breast
It will stain my dried skin
making my first sin
A lifetime of pledge and promise
to be mutually, together shared
with the one you have chosen.
Two beings become one,
To shred us  away from each other
would bring pain and torment,
Perhaps....death.
A pour of soreness
has ripped through
my body.
I have been torn.
I have been tortured.
I smell my own  death.
Make my heart to break
against your bones
deafen me with
Your moans and cries
to fulfill my sins.

By Williamsji Maveli

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

*
By
Williamsji Maveli


Email
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

A falcon took its morning flight,
towards the west; then to the east;
Hunting for its prey; the white doves;
Above the valleys; under the hill side;
But it landed up at the evening park;
She could eat only the dryness of the day!
Night schedule cancelled for a break;
She slept on the ground, the whole night;
Next day, her wings got trapped,
under the heavy mist; invisible,
She was unable to take off!
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI


Words are twinged birds;
and birds are winged words;
Winged words are sentences,
taking its wings to different
lines and meanings
towards  the skies of good
thoughts  and to fly
from one person to another;
The flying words are
the flying birds.
*

BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
From "MICROTHEMES", a collection of short poems by Williamsji Maveli
www.microthemes.com
My adored one  dwells in my feeling,
I have actually seen that domicile of bliss.
My queen is she, the imperishable
My women is she, the never ending
Only she knows the sullenness of love
She has extremely felt me in her breathe
No one comes nearby me, except you
When I struggle in a dilemma,
Everyone come to share the joy.
Whenever destiny play, a game
Love never shows an outside injury.
But the pain pervades every aperture
I am always a follower of her preachings
The songs of her own naked body and mind
As a sacrifice for me and for others too,
She will live long forever and ever.

By Williamsji Maveli

www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
www.moonmakers.­com
www.kallettumkara.net
www.ipoetree.in
The Kallettumakara Gblobal Association (KGA), UAE Chapter has announced their first poetry award for excellence to Williamsji Maveli's  third  poetry collection   titled as “Arramviralthumbath …”  (On the tip of the 6th finger,  published by H & C Books, Trichur) .The award has been declared  by Mathew David, Chairman of KGA at their Executive Committee meeting held recently in Sharjah Emirate of United Arab Emirates.  The award has  also been considered for his poetic works scattered in his recently published book named  as “Maa Salama."  ( means "With peace"  in Arabic). The poems have been gathered from 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 lyricist of tester-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 11th anniversary, which is being scheduled to be held during November, this year,
according to Mathew David, Chairman of Kallettumkara Global Association.
www.kallettumkara.net

Night, after a shower, laid half ****, getting ready;
in a simple glimpse on the landscape of her spicy body;
Like flowers announcing the arrival of next spring;
both my eyes took a journey over your face, to bring
near my side, the fragrance; fruits of your green garden;
Temptation again played in mind for a fruit, forbidden;
Your elegant image ever embossed in my inner mind;
a rolling meadow towards the fertile foothills , I find;
buried within the genuine desire of  passionate attain;
Your eyes were tightly closed as you looked within.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorge­.com
www.moonmakers.com
A serpent's whisper, a tempting deceit,
Knowledge is forbidden, a bitter-sweet treat.
Eve, with a curious gaze, reached for the unknown,
Beauty's reflection, a seed was now sown.

The fig leaf's disguise, a figment of shame,
Lost innocence whispered, a world now aflame.
Beauty forever entwined with desire,
A spark ignited, a consuming fire.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

I am the soul of you,
Not of your ***** body;
I am the nature;
The wind; the sand:
The sea, the rain !

I am the essence of you
Not of your hot flesh;
I am the earth;
The sky; the cloud;
The Sun, the moon.

I am the seed of you
Not of your barren womb
I am the Forest;
The tree; the leave;
The root; the fruit….

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

If Heaven is a stage,  
Someone has decorated
it’s doors and windows  
with flowers and olive leaves;  
men and women becomes
God and goddess;
  Once again merely to command each other;
And to commit their sacred sins
they have their own rules; regulations
and one God in that
Time play dual roles.

If Hell is a stage,   men and women
Are Devil and ******
Once again
Merely to command each other
to carry their firewalls
they have their own Tasks; Targets
and one Devil in that time plays dual roles.

By Williamsji Maveli
Email:williamsji@yahoo.com
The Goddess

Williamsji

You are like the Greek goddess
Without wearing any silky dress
Neither of spring nor the winter  
I appeared like a natural painter

Your Blue eyes depicted shyness
Carving the shadows of godliness
I have no more splendid colors;
Nor with any fresh cut flowers,

Evening sky covered us in dark,
moonlight shared drops of dusk
Take my soft  kiss upon the brow
in parting away from you now


WILLIAMSJI

www.williamsji.com
williamsji@yahoo.com
Reviewer: MEERA S NAIR TRICHUR
Recently, I had purchased the book titled "Arramviralthumbath...". I read all poems in it within minutes. I liked "ROOPAKUDE", the sarcastic writing of Williamsji, commenting on the Saints.....
Regards MEERA S. NAIR

To taste a sweet fruit,
You must have a
Healthy tree!
To love a sweet girl,
You must have a
Wealthy tree!
Always a good person brings
Good things to you;
Always a bad person brings
Bad things to you;
But, you be always
Good !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

The half blue moon is at her full,
Pours the calm sea by  a goodwill;
Floods the dark night with light,
She opens her closed eyes bright
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI  MAVELI

When I knew you starved; I craved;
you loved; in return  I cursed;
On a sensual, emotional bliss;
Just after your long awaited kiss.
Dreams shaped up into a sweet fruit;
Love took a turn; got into a deep root;
there is an everlasting peace in my soul
amidst the violent sea storm; in a whirl;
For such a long awaited years of time;
remains a love of melody and rhyme;
I knew no other could have reached;
The gospel of love, so much preached
*
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

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
I touch your feet for a bless,
I smell your sweat for a bliss,
I open your lips for a kiss,
I reap your grains for a harvest !

BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Never, ever touch her body;
It is heavenly, It is  spicy;
It is fleshy; It is silky;
Before it was made of dust;
and soon it will go to
the  debris of this earth;
    It is really wonderful !
Do not fear on its ultimate end;
  beyond her body,
a  uniform persists;
covered with elegant eyes,
red cherry lips,
sumptuous  *******;
no doubt you will be an angel;
flying towards the heaven.
But remember, even
heavenly bodies grow old
and will pass again
from one form to another
    and will  plunge into
the ocean of deadly sins;
Let the waves turn and become red.
But do not think on the red alone;
It becomes the hell,
   Later,  the hell too,
becomes a  heaven !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
By lordliness
I love your treasures;
both of the body
and the soul !
By holiness,
I kiss your ugliness;
both of the face
and the eyes !
I  touch your face;
smell your arms;
trust your *******;
nurture your *******
It's my own beauty;
my own  image;
my  own body
It’s my own  hatred;
my own envy;
I cannot be you
in one  way or other
You cannot be me
the other way around
But whatever the world says
I am yours
You are mine!
I shall not cover my chest
I shall not hide my body
If you are with me ; sinking within me…
And I see through your shivering lips
thirsting for mine.
And call them sacred  rules, they are not,
If the celestial meant for a woman to be covered,
The Divine would have made women with feathers,
By divinity I  love ******; both of the body and the soul!
I shall not cover my soul
I shall not hide  my feel
If you are with me; sinking within me…
I am here to Live with passion,
I am here to tremble with life,
I am here to Give  you life,
I am here to symbolize the Divine,
I am here to take you back to what you forgot.

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.

Body is only a costume which
enables us to do some
Performance,
Then later we have to
take it off;
while awaiting for the next scene:
The balance of the story is
Death;
Also next life too.....
The dead ghosts are still hunting
for living  bodies

*
By Williamsji Maveli

Email:williamsji@yahoo.com
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 )
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End is a playing doll, made of bones;
Later it becomes usual tomb stones.
It’s a hymn that all must learn
While the corpse is taken to burn
Our home is not on earth to rest
We are just only like normal the dust.
Lament after shadow dispels dark,
Take up within ours we fail to mark
in a little while our holidays decay;
Bearing anguish our lives go away;
Feeling thirst in drought, our souls;
The story repeats; the same unrolls,
In love with the critical last breath,
The cycle goes on around the corners
Of  Birth,  life,  disease, as winners

By Williamsji Maveli
Email:williamsji@yahoo.com
Williamsji (Williams George) is a freelance writer, based in Ernakulam, Kerala, India. His recent collection of lyrics is being titled as "Arramviralthumbath..." (On the tip of the sixth finger..), published by H &C; BOOKS, TRICHUR, KERALA STATE IN INDIA. 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 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.

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Love is an icon of infinity;
Maintains a sense of eternity;
An essence of everlasting purity;
Wipes out all other uncertainty;
Lust is a symbol of extremity;
brings out irregularity;
Destroying the sweet memories
of a beginning and all the
fears of an ending; in between
Love conquers all territories;
Kills all enemies at the borders;
Let us surrender to Love;
And not to lust and dust!
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.shanthinagar.c­om
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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

By Williamsji Maveli
Email:williamsji@yahoo.com

Dreaming of you,
is like warming up
at dawn;
touching the mist,
while the rest of the
world is still
under the arms of a
deep sleep!

Thinking of you,
is like getting up
at dusk;
watching the moon
while others are still
wandering
along the paths of
sinful deeds !

Kissing of you,
is like smelling
at mid-night;
the pure body
from top to toe;
while stars are still
peeping from  sky
for inner desires.

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

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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
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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

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

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

Sometimes,
sky reflects
what is  not colorful
in your rainbows
*
By
Williamsji Maveli
Email
williamsji@yahoo.com

Every now and then;
I even compile verses;
about her eyes, lips, cheeks;
While I am in her arms too;
Neither the wind nor the sea,
either the blue sky nor the stars
Knows the pain of those waves;
suffering of the  heavy beatings;
Scribbling, on her *******, softly;
a line of love with, invisible hands.
*
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
The  journey !
____________

The blue moon in its splendor
compared to a woman's face.
As her mind slowly drifted..
Into inner depths of her ocean

Floating with the clouds,
As they raced past the moon.
An escape with sweet lucidity,
That ends much too soon.

She moves best in the night,
Her heart, mind and soul.
Where with peace she can meet,
For a late night stroll.

The moon with all its beauty,
Saved her on this night..
As she danced among the stars,
On her tranquil midnight flight.


By
Williamsji Maveli

Email
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03.02.13 @ 11:35 hours
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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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Be alive, and live like single,
Be in love with, and like wedded..
Dance, like someone is holding,
worship like you'll never be blessed
Kiss, like no lips get a blood stain
Sing like no one's listening,
inhale like it's heaven on earth..
Loss is a crossing; dawn is already dull
With what it makes a twilight
An eternal journey worthwhile....
Birth is dusk; death is a mask
Sun to get a hours of darkness


By Williamsji Maveli
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When I was a timid boy of ten year old,
climbed up on a camel's back, so bold.

sitting high on the black animal so week
my mind traveled along the straight track.

where I was born with very much delight
Once, Ras Al Khimah was a small emirate !

Playing, now and then, here there with camel
moving on the road, I too loved the animal.

Crossing  the wild  desert so long and wide
nothing, but sand dunes on my either side.

I saw a beautiful landscape, which  made to stop
opened my eyes, I saw a mirage,at the hill's top.

A young falcon flew away in front of me
I stopped my long desert journey to see.

Night came and the ride ended all too soon
I could see darkness around in half moon.

I thanked the camel for giving me a nice ride
I still sat on the animals back on the road side.

Back to me own small village, sadly I retreat
where, nature gave me a pleasant treat.
*
______________

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

_­___________
Looking deeply inside my heart,
When  emptiness gripped into my mind,
and  the meaning of fulfillment was unknown,
and the purpose of my life remained
a question to be unanswered,
longing only for an acceptance
and the simple joy of sharing,
I tried to find the patience to wait for you forever,
though I didn't know your face or the color of your eyes.
And just when I thought I'd surely never find you,
in a single missing heartbeat, you appeared...
after  the endless hours of searching,
and the endless days of waiting,
and the endless nights of longing
were transformed when first our eyes met
to the promise of forever.

BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Email:williamsji@yahoo.com
The Kallettumakara Gblobal Association (KGA), UAE Chapter has announced their first poetry award for excellence to Williamsji Maveli's  third  poetry collection   titled as “Arramviralthumbath …”  (On the tip of the 6th finger,  published by H & C Books, Trichur) .The award has been declared  by Mathew David, Chairman of KGA at their Executive Committee meeting held recently in Sharjah Emirate of United Arab Emirates.  The award has  also been considered for his poetic works scattered in his recently published book named  as “Maa Salama."  ( means "With peace"  in Arabic). The poems have been gathered from 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 lyricist of tester-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 11th anniversary, which is being scheduled to be held during November, this year,
according to Mathew David, Chairman of Kallettumkara Global Association.
www.kallettumkara.net

The soul takes its own last flight
when the final breathe takes off !
just like the seeds of a Dandelion
floating, moving freely in the air,
catching,riding along with wind ;
higher and higher, fly and vanish;
A feel of peace, ultimate relief begins
surviving through  staggering pain.
*
__________________­________

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

_______________­___________

If my birth is for her life only;
In a true faith; I would reside
in the fantasy of her passions;
My hands may unlock the
Chambers of that spicy body;
Such a thought in my imagination
will sweep the waves towards her arms,
Seeking a shelter for my last lust !
*
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
Let our life, be an Accounts ledger
birth is it’s first opening balance,
death, of course  the closing balance
Intelligence is your assets (Right col.)
foolishness, worthless  ideas, liabilities (left col.)
Heart beats are the current assets
soul seems to be permanent assest
Brain is your permanent Investment
valuable thoughts are current A/C
gaining  success are like stock & trade
Friends are your general reserves
Good behavours, Interest accumulated
Love & affection, your profit,
divided by 50% as below:-
Affection is gross profit,
Love, surely net profit
children are  earned bonus
education is your brand name
Qualification the patent
Knowledge is investment
work experience is premium account
The balance sheet should be equal
to be tallied on both sides of life
without any errors.

By Williamsji Maveli
Email:williamsji@yahoo.com
The Kallettumakara Gblobal Association (KGA), UAE Chapter has announced their first poetry award for excellence to Williamsji Maveli's  third  poetry collection   titled as “Arramviralthumbath …”  (On the tip of the 6th finger,  published by H & C Books, Trichur) .The award has been declared  by Mathew David, Chairman of KGA at their Executive Committee meeting held recently in Sharjah Emirate of United Arab Emirates.  The award has  also been considered for his poetic works scattered in his recently published book named  as “Maa Salama."  ( means "With peace"  in Arabic). The poems have been gathered from 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 lyricist of tester-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 11th anniversary, which is being scheduled to be held during November, this year,
according to Mathew David, Chairman of Kallettumkara Global Association.
www.kallettumkara.net

Let our life, be an Accounts ledger
birth is it’s first opening balance,
death, of course  the closing balance
Intelligence is your assets (Right col.)
foolishness, worthless  ideas, liabilities (left col.)
Heart beats are the current assets
soul seems to be an intangible asset
Brain is your permanent Investment
valuable thoughts are current A/C
gaining  success are like stock & trade
Friends are your general reserves
Good behaviors are  Interest accumulated
Love and affection, your maximum profit,
divided by 50% as below:-
Affection is gross profit,
Love, definitely net profit
children are  earned bonus.
education is your brand name
Qualification is the patent
Knowledge is secured debentures
work experience is premium account
The balance sheet should be equal
and to be tallied on both sides of life
without any errors.
*

BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Email:williamsji@yahoo.com
The Life magic...

By Williamsji Maveli


Never think that the drop alone
becomes the blue Ocean—
    the Ocean, too, becomes
a drop within seconds !

Never think that the dew alone
Becomes the dawn mist-
The mist, too, becomes
a dew within minutes !

Never think that the Sun alone
Becomes the mid-day
The mid-day, too, becomes
a Sun in another hour !

The drop, the dew, the sun,
Together, it’s a miracle by itself!
Over all, it is named
as Someone’s Life magic !


Williamsji Maveli
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Wild thoughts of you
get frozen,
after a break down of
a fraction of time,
memories come and go
later it  leaves at heart
like bleeding snow of a
lonely sky.

By Williamsji Maveli

Email:williamsji@yahoo.com
The Kallettumakara Gblobal Association (KGA), UAE Chapter has announced their first poetry award for excellence to Williamsji Maveli's  third  poetry collection   titled as “Arramviralthumbath …”  (On the tip of the 6th finger,  published by H & C Books, Trichur) .The award has been declared  by Mathew David, Chairman of KGA at their Executive Committee meeting held recently in Sharjah Emirate of United Arab Emirates.  The award has  also been considered for his poetic works scattered in his recently published book named  as “Maa Salama."  ( means "With peace"  in Arabic). The poems have been gathered from 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 lyricist of tester-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 11th anniversary, which is being scheduled to be held during November, this year,
according to Mathew David, Chairman of Kallettumkara Global Association.
www.kallettumkara.net

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An obsession sets a fire;
just a touch invites a desire;
a lovely gaze brings flares;
It’s all that love bears;
Like the mid-night rain;
She has become my pain;
Her touch is like a wild blaze;
and sweat is like a mild craze!
*
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

Passion sets fire, a desire flares;
its all about what  she would bears;
a touch brings lust on the untouched;
a kiss never marks, when lips unattached.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli­
www.williamsgeorge.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Your deep Blue eyes burst
Looking for  a mutual trust
Your moisten lips thirst
Eager for an inner quest
And again we both arrest
to have an unspoken lust
As passion stirs and smell
In tenderness, minds swell
Enchanting sighs of divine love
across the body, fingers move


By Williamsji Maveli

www.williamsji.com
The Kallettumakara Gblobal Association (KGA), UAE Chapter has announced their first poetry award for excellence to Williamsji Maveli's  third  poetry collection   titled as “Arramviralthumbath …”  (On the tip of the 6th finger,  published by H & C Books, Trichur) .The award has been declared  by Mathew David, Chairman of KGA at their Executive Committee meeting held recently in Sharjah Emirate of United Arab Emirates.  The award has  also been considered for his poetic works scattered in his recently published book named  as “Maa Salama."  ( means "With peace"  in Arabic). The poems have been gathered from 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 lyricist of tester-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 11th anniversary, which is being scheduled to be held during November, this year,
according to Mathew David, Chairman of Kallettumkara Global Association.
www.kallettumkara.net

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