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
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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.
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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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

GREEN LEAVES,

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI - PIUSHA SINGH

inspirational short poems....

Poem title : Healing Hugs

by Piusha Singh
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    Gazing on the beauty of burning sun

    Warming in his arms of soft embrace

    Nestled in the cozy comfort of elegance

    Fearless in the wilderness of fragrance.

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    Inspired by the above lines,
    WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES.....

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Love creeps into minds when nature fulfills,

Blue Lake in silence never flow towards hills,

Awakes in thirst when pure sweet honey pours,

Passionate devotion extend its hands for hugs.

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BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

NOTE:

My courtesy and love to Honorable Poetess Piusha Singh

GREEN LEAVES: Inspirational poems
Healing Hugs by Piusha Singh

" Erased the salty tears of love, yesterday
Roosted in these healing hugs together
Severed the shackle of mortality of  life
Tethered in this cosmic union forever"
Written by Poetess Piusha Singh
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• Inspired by the above lines,
• Williamsji Maveli writes…
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Love creeps into minds when nature fulfills,
Blue Lake in silence never flow towards hills,
Awakes in thirst when pure sweet honey pours,
Passionate devotion extends its hand for hugs.
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Green Leaves : Williamsji Maveli writes Inspirational poems

Poetess Piusha Singh

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

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

Dear Readers,
"All that glitters are not gold!". Outward appearance cannot be greatly misleading. Gold is a very valuable metal. It has an attractive glittering appearance too. But it does not mean that everything which glitters like gold are precious. BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com

HAIKU 1
All that comes to net
are fish; either golden or silver color;
Fishermen are rich at heart!

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HAIKU 2
Action speaks louder than words;
Be practical; stop wasting your precious time
Life is full of hazards!
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HAIKU 3
You are naturally beautiful; cheerful,
a sight for my eyes to hold ;
Will you allow kissing!
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HAIKU 4
While on visit to temples,
I imagine you as my own Goddess:
I become your only follower!
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HAIKU 5
Few ***** drinks before dinner;
But sometimes, I overdo it at weekends!
A Hangover next day morning.
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BY
Williamsji­ Maveli
williamsji@yahoo.com

If you really want to know how to write poetry
Then read the verses of Williamsji Mavelli
No he's not Shakespeare Frost or Maya Angelou
Yet, he has forgotten more about writing poems
Than most of us ever will know, or ever knew
Integrity is water in a barren desert-- a treasure found.
And a poet can become a slave to burning ego
Without the true man of the quill to keep their feet
Planted firmly on the ground
So I render this feeble tribute to you my old friend
Since the beginning; standing as a living symbol  
Of class, integrity and enduring inspiration
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A Tribute Poem written by my friend poet
Curtis Longstreet

A shower of harmful Atom;
Wipe off,Hiroshima and Nagasaki, mothers; children ;
Soreness still strikes their hearts!
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

A HAIKU POEM

POETRY AND ITS IMPACT ON HUMANITY

Today the word poetry evokes images of love and sentimentality, but the term romanticism has a much wider meaning. It covers a choice of developments in art, literature, music, dance and philosophy, spanning the late 20 th and early 21 st centuries.

The romantics would not have used the term themselves and the label was applied retrospectively, from around the middle of the 20 th century. Man was born free in this virtual environment of real life but, everywhere he is in chains. During the romantic period major transitions took place in culture, as dissatisfied intellectuals and artists challenged the establishment.

Almost all the romantic poets were at the very heart of this movement. They were inspired by a desire for liberty, and they denounced the misuse of the poor.There was a highlight on the significance of the individual; a conviction that people should follow ideals rather than imposed conventions and rules. The romantics renounced the rationalism and order linked with the preceding clarification era, stressing the importance of expressing authentic personal feelings.

They had a real sense of responsibility to their fellow men: they felt it was their duty to use their poetry to inform and inspire others, and to change the humanity and their social attitude. Poet Rumpa Ray Ghosh believe in this theory on life and poetry of this time.

A PASSIONATE POET OF THIS TIME

For Poet Rumpa Ghosh, even a quatrain is what in a verse, which makes someone to cry or to laugh, or just be silent, makes your twinkle, makes you want to do this or that or nothing, makes you know that you are alone in the unknown world, that your bliss and suffering is forever shared and forever all your own.
Poetry is taking at the heartstrings, and making music within our solitude in life. Rumpa Ray Ghosh is a poet of profound obsession towards composing lyrical form of poetry. Her poetic enthusiasm makes her verses, extremely impressive and highly alluring. She is fast budding poetess of wisdom and emotional response. She had completed her Masters degree from University of Calcutta, though she is from Calcutta currently living in Mumbai.She started composing poems since her young age.

Intentionally or innocently, many of the poets are most often trying to fill a vast space with things that cannot satisfy fully. We look forward to fill the void with our own possessions for comfort, but unfortunately we normally end up wanting more and more. We try to fill it with relationships or pleasures, but we end up feeling even more empty and further more depressed than from the point where and when we commenced the discontentment as these thoughts were well presented by Rumpa Ray Ghosh in her poems, namely, “ The Roof”, “ The broken house “.
The only place that we can really find true fulfilment and gratification is in the hands of divine God. We need to recall and allow our convictions, not in circumstances, to govern our sense of contentment. The anthology freshly illuminates many excellent lyrics and short poems and are highly valued regardless of its freestyle genre.
For both the poet’s, self-consciousness is connected to the new eminence established to poetry by the feelings of the self, which truly resembles the title of the anthology, “ The Musical Marvels of Self “. Her poems are lyrical, close to heart, soft and romantic. The scrupulous flow in her rhyme magnetizes the readers. Her works were widely published in many national and international journals. She is a regular blogger. She takes the images of her writing from simple every day incidents, uses metaphors and imagery to add grace in her skill of presentation.
Her language is simple, easily understood by lay man, quite touching and heart rendering. Her first book " Musical Marvels of Self ", an anthology of 43 poems came out through Zorba publishers.

The anthology was a combined effort in association with honourable poet Dr Ujjwala Kakarala during September 2017 Besides, being a talented poetess of lyrics, she was an excellent singer Proficient in Bengali folksongs, Rabindra Sangeet and Nazrulgeeti and ghazals and has sung in numerous local stage shows. Rabindra Sangeet merge gracefully into Tagore's literature, most of which—poems or parts of single scene plays alike—were beautifully transformed or converted to lyrical formats. Influenced by the “ Thumri “ style of classical vocal music, this has made the entire scope of human emotion, ranging from his early songs-like Brahma devotional hymns to human soul.
This has emulated the tonal color of classical “ragas “to varying extents.
Earlier, She had also the chance to attain a position as Quarter-finalist in BBC Mastermind Family Quiz competition aired on Disney Channel.Poet Rumpa Ray Ghosh, an Indian by nationality, she hails from West Bengal, the “ City of Joy “, but currently living in Mumbai, Maharashtra, India. She is by occupation a teacher, content writer and a blogger. By obsession she is a poetess and a singer. She has completed her post-graduation and B.Ed. from the University of Calcutta. She has worked as a teacher in St. Thomas School, Mumbai, as a content-writer for ‘Pratham’ (NGO) and as an English curriculum developer in Vibgyor High School in Mumbai.
She publishes her writings on her own blog with a name ( fragmentofimagination). She is also a writer for some literary groups. Some of her poems have been published in national anthologies. Recently one of her poems has been published in a US e-magazine "Beyond Borders” in a popular poetry site. She has also participated in an open-mic poetry reciting performance in the Prithvi theater arena in Mumbai. Being Proficient in classical vocal music, she had the opportunity to perform in classical vocal music on various musical events. She is a Sangeet Visharad from Bhatkhande Sangit Vidyapith, Lucknow and is trained under Late Pandit Vinayak Vohra. More tha a Poetess having a deep passion in writing, she enjoys dance, music and teaching his students as part of her professional skills. Stay blessed in all ways at all times.

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Do know how to say a romantic compliment? Though the content of the compliment itself is excellent, how you empress it counts for a lot. Make the tone romantic by maintaining eye contact and keeping a half smile as you talk - it will make you naturally add appealing inflection to your voice.-WILLIAMSJI MAVELI


As long as you remain
in my own embrace,
my heart will also
keep on pounding.
After you leave;
Your memories will
come to my mind
And this heart will
keep on yearning.
When I gave my heart away
Without knowing that you would
Take it or not, in wait I was
Of this moment.
Today I found you
And I sigh with relief
Lets sit together and talk
About love.
Let the day pass and
Let the dawn set
And let night come don't go
Away anywhere.
Hide me in your arms
Of your love and let me sleep
Let love cross its boundaries.
As long as you remain
in my own embrace
my heart will also
keep on pounding

BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

A strange shape; but human;
full feminine; half genuine; but lovable; kissable
A landscape of spicy make !

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BY
WILLIAMSJI  MAVELI