Submissions by williamsji
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am Williamsji Maveli (Williams George), a Poet from Kerala, India. My first collection of poems was released during year 1973 titled as "OFFERINGS TO LOVE " (RAGHA POOJA) in Malayalam language, which is my mother-tongue.
Like the flow of a river ....
As years pass by, my passion may grow,
Like a river aiming towards a steep flow;
In a much strange, deep emotional stream;
Than when we, were so young to scream;
This is a story of love, thirty years old affair;
In a standstill, holding at heart as a lovely fair;
Rain shower has never, ever been more plentiful;
Together in each others embrace, so beautiful;
the flavor of your body, the feel of your nature;
A gorgeous flash, in my recall forever to nurture;
You lived for...
Like a river aiming towards a steep flow;
In a much strange, deep emotional stream;
Than when we, were so young to scream;
This is a story of love, thirty years old affair;
In a standstill, holding at heart as a lovely fair;
Rain shower has never, ever been more plentiful;
Together in each others embrace, so beautiful;
the flavor of your body, the feel of your nature;
A gorgeous flash, in my recall forever to nurture;
You lived for...
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Woman is Divine !
Kneel down;
Throw the crown;
Beneath, Love sleeps;
Overhead, Life weeps
You know, I am the Goddess
The one who is in mood less
A touch on the sacred body
To reach the soul of Eve ready
Woman is divine
She will refine
She is mine;
Not a loss, but a gain
Precious as a grain
Never ever refrain
Come again;
Pour a drop of gin
No more sin
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Throw the crown;
Beneath, Love sleeps;
Overhead, Life weeps
You know, I am the Goddess
The one who is in mood less
A touch on the sacred body
To reach the soul of Eve ready
Woman is divine
She will refine
She is mine;
Not a loss, but a gain
Precious as a grain
Never ever refrain
Come again;
Pour a drop of gin
No more sin
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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A Deadly Sin for Tomorrow !
A breathe for love today,
There is a ray of hope for today,
A deadly sin for a life tomorrow,
There is a payoff for tomorrow!
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
There is a ray of hope for today,
A deadly sin for a life tomorrow,
There is a payoff for tomorrow!
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
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My Soul
My soul inside is in a heavy pain;
while your tears outside is like rain'
showered along, cooling my meadows;
winds of hope smash through windows;
dreams and agony yet to bloom;
there is only your image to zoom !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
while your tears outside is like rain'
showered along, cooling my meadows;
winds of hope smash through windows;
dreams and agony yet to bloom;
there is only your image to zoom !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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Virgin Kisses
In the eyes of a lover,
spirit is pure wine,
and heart is divine
to cherish
to nourish
a virgin stands
in front inviting
me to join her treat !
In the eyes of a lover,
dawn is to begin
dusk is to regain
a virgin kisses
in front inspiring
me to join her heart beat !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
spirit is pure wine,
and heart is divine
to cherish
to nourish
a virgin stands
in front inviting
me to join her treat !
In the eyes of a lover,
dawn is to begin
dusk is to regain
a virgin kisses
in front inspiring
me to join her heart beat !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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At the edge...
At the edge
of my heart,
a pulse beats !
At the tip
of my pen,
a verse repeats !
At the side
of my lip,
a tone vibrates !
I am in love....
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
of my heart,
a pulse beats !
At the tip
of my pen,
a verse repeats !
At the side
of my lip,
a tone vibrates !
I am in love....
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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A Tender Mind....
Your tender mind
opens up its own wings;
takes me towards
your shores of love;
Later, I flee;
leaving my heart
inside your cage;
On my departure
You embrace; wrap it
to hold and to cover
in your memories.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
opens up its own wings;
takes me towards
your shores of love;
Later, I flee;
leaving my heart
inside your cage;
On my departure
You embrace; wrap it
to hold and to cover
in your memories.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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Good-bye...
So, on a shiny day,
You gave me a green signal;
Proceed, the way is open
You are welcome !
On another day,
You showed me a red signal;
Stop, the road is closed
This is a dead-end !
Again on another day,
you stopped me at the
bus station at the
junction
To visualize that
by this way
we used to walk
Smiling, shedding tears
in this very lane
and finally on a resolute
not to meet both again!
So, on a black day,
You will come
to redecorate my coffin,
I will plucked the
pink blossoms
from your cheeks,...
You gave me a green signal;
Proceed, the way is open
You are welcome !
On another day,
You showed me a red signal;
Stop, the road is closed
This is a dead-end !
Again on another day,
you stopped me at the
bus station at the
junction
To visualize that
by this way
we used to walk
Smiling, shedding tears
in this very lane
and finally on a resolute
not to meet both again!
So, on a black day,
You will come
to redecorate my coffin,
I will plucked the
pink blossoms
from your cheeks,...
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Words, Sentences, Paragraph's
Alphabets are heartbroken;
words fainted;
Expressions inadequate;
Paragraphs incomplete
and are never ending
Before giving a meaningful shape;
a final touch....
Initially sentences trembled
Finally, twisted and fragmented
Before it could carry to its womb
The paragraphs were not stable;
Words were squeezed out of gaps
And in between the paragraphs
The Pages became mutilated
Chapter s were partial; not whole
Unable to close up or down
My book exposed probably nothing;
Nothing at all….. ...
words fainted;
Expressions inadequate;
Paragraphs incomplete
and are never ending
Before giving a meaningful shape;
a final touch....
Initially sentences trembled
Finally, twisted and fragmented
Before it could carry to its womb
The paragraphs were not stable;
Words were squeezed out of gaps
And in between the paragraphs
The Pages became mutilated
Chapter s were partial; not whole
Unable to close up or down
My book exposed probably nothing;
Nothing at all….. ...
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Borrowed Smiles...
Though, a drop of light shines on my lips;
It’s full of heavy darkness inside the heart!
Like a Hippocratic mind, everything vanishes,
Including the bright stars in the open sky!
Though Music is dancing on the life stage;
Behind the scene, a cry, a song of melancholy;
It’s a dark face; in damaged shape; debris!
Borrowed smiles, on a large scale sale;
Dwelling deep sorrows in a human mind,
Living as if dead; loving as if with hatred!
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
It’s full of heavy darkness inside the heart!
Like a Hippocratic mind, everything vanishes,
Including the bright stars in the open sky!
Though Music is dancing on the life stage;
Behind the scene, a cry, a song of melancholy;
It’s a dark face; in damaged shape; debris!
Borrowed smiles, on a large scale sale;
Dwelling deep sorrows in a human mind,
Living as if dead; loving as if with hatred!
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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I found the women to whom I am in love with
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
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
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Loveliness !
Loveliness is in the way
She laughs;
Gorgeousness is
in her open eyes;
True splendor is on her face
Good looks are within.
Love is invisible……
Loneliness is in the way
she cries;
Timidity is
in her old eyes;
False alarm is on her face ;
Poor looks are within
Life is visible…………
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
She laughs;
Gorgeousness is
in her open eyes;
True splendor is on her face
Good looks are within.
Love is invisible……
Loneliness is in the way
she cries;
Timidity is
in her old eyes;
False alarm is on her face ;
Poor looks are within
Life is visible…………
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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