The English translation of the above verse in Malayalam will be made available to readers shortly
Regards
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI,
williamsji@yahoo.com
Tuesday 28 April 2015
LET IT POUR
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI'S LOVE LYRICS IN MALAYALAM
NOTE
The English translation of this lyric
will be made available to readers shortly
WILLIAMSJI
Cherie Sumner, a great Poetess
Cherie Sumner is a great Poetess
Her success is forever, my applause
She had always very well carved,
Words of life fantasies chiseled,
Short sentences of love polished,
Her amazing phrases heart filled.
Cherie Sumner is the final winner,
Her success is forever, my applause
Over long periods of time ahead,
Whereas others produce their poems,
In an intense, feverish moment
of inspirations and emotions
Cherie Sumner is the good writer,
Her success is forever, my applause
Produced in such an intense outbreak;
A Poetess mind, including her subconscious
Has ground for poetic sensibilities and skills
By meticulous observation, study and practice
Cherie Sumner is the good Author,
Her success is forever, my applause
She often turns her creative process
Subconscious or nearly so Pen and paper
No need to seek out the extreme, exotic,
Exposing romantic, natural and heartfelt
Cherie Sumner is the good Writer,
Her success is forever, my applause
She encounters, surprises, dreams
Fantasies and miracles every day
We are usually too busy and too
Preoccupied to notice from time to time
Cherie Sumner is the good Poetess,
Her success is forever, my applause
BY
FOREVER
Forever
will you come and stand nearby me,
with a lyric,
you are by all means,
like an epic,
Let your
two eyes glow and blaze,
Both cheeks
shed twilight's glaze.
_______________________________
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
________________________
NOTE
This is an inspirational poem on
Poetess Pisush Singh
Poetess Piusha Singh
__________________________________
Friday 24 April 2015
Outsider....
Nothing really belongs to me now,
Except your pure love; blessings;
I have searched among humanity,
found nothing precious to acquire;
I am an outsider amidst my tribe;
an exile from their companionship;
I seek for a vision of sacred heart;
alone I sense cheerfulness, pleasure;
I planted the climber of love;
mutely watered it with my tears;
it has grown and overspread my hut
You offered me a cup of wine
Which I drank with in divine;
an absorption of my reflection of
well wishing; gratitude within me !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Except your pure love; blessings;
I have searched among humanity,
found nothing precious to acquire;
I am an outsider amidst my tribe;
an exile from their companionship;
I seek for a vision of sacred heart;
alone I sense cheerfulness, pleasure;
I planted the climber of love;
mutely watered it with my tears;
it has grown and overspread my hut
You offered me a cup of wine
Which I drank with in divine;
an absorption of my reflection of
well wishing; gratitude within me !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
A Flashback
Time travels backward,
while the train moves.....
along with the
old memories too....
the pine trees goes backwards
the shining moon fades away
the rain clouds disappears
even my memories
of childhood like
a flashback;
where we both
made castles
from sands
near the beach.......
while the cool
waves kissed
our toes.....
Life has become
a beach
a resort
to spend
some hours....
still the train moves
as if nothing happened......
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
while the train moves.....
along with the
old memories too....
the pine trees goes backwards
the shining moon fades away
the rain clouds disappears
even my memories
of childhood like
a flashback;
where we both
made castles
from sands
near the beach.......
while the cool
waves kissed
our toes.....
Life has become
a beach
a resort
to spend
some hours....
still the train moves
as if nothing happened......
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Dancing face to face...
I love, my own ultimate death;
For my body longs for it by birth;
Sunny days; starry nights pass by;
Forthcoming days, will say good bye;
Sweep me away like a heavy wave;
Carry me to the darkness of the cave;
In the wreckage of this eternal ruin;
Let my nakedness hold a mortal pain;
It’s high time, to have a get-together;
Let us get dressed up to meet one another!
We are here dancing face to face;
heart to heart, exclusively in own grace!
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
For my body longs for it by birth;
Sunny days; starry nights pass by;
Forthcoming days, will say good bye;
Sweep me away like a heavy wave;
Carry me to the darkness of the cave;
In the wreckage of this eternal ruin;
Let my nakedness hold a mortal pain;
It’s high time, to have a get-together;
Let us get dressed up to meet one another!
We are here dancing face to face;
heart to heart, exclusively in own grace!
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Wednesday 22 April 2015
Fly-by-night...
No wind can ever break,
No lyric can ever express,
My love towards you
to fasten me to You:
Like a coral diamond,
It breaks the beat that strikes
My heart goes into you
As the dirt goes into the gold.
Like the lotus life in its clay,
I live in you.
Like the bird
that gazes during
hours of darkness
at the fly-by-night moon,
I have lost myself
abode in you.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
No lyric can ever express,
My love towards you
to fasten me to You:
Like a coral diamond,
It breaks the beat that strikes
My heart goes into you
As the dirt goes into the gold.
Like the lotus life in its clay,
I live in you.
Like the bird
that gazes during
hours of darkness
at the fly-by-night moon,
I have lost myself
abode in you.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Body is a costume
Body is a costume
enabling us
to do some performance,
Then we take it off
Waiting for the next scene
to balance the story of
Birth and Death;
Life remains as it is
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
enabling us
to do some performance,
Then we take it off
Waiting for the next scene
to balance the story of
Birth and Death;
Life remains as it is
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Bleed
There, she was nude,
an old body, hanging around;
across her breasts,
A knife takes a cut off
…Bleed for two days.
Then, she was rude,
an old love, burning at one end;
Towards her armpits,
A needle pierce into
…Bleed for two days
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Tuesday 21 April 2015
AN OBITUARY POEM TO RUSSIAN POETESS ISABELLA
- AN OBITUARY POEM
- TO RUSSIAN POETESS ISABELLA
- Bella (Izabella) Akhatovna Akhmadulina,
- Russian poetess
- Born on 10 April 1937
- Died on 29 November 2010
She was a pretty teenage sensation,
Her poetry earned high distinction
Whatever happens in life, she swear,
Only thing she was blessed well care,
In the transience of moody sadness,
Within a silence of lyrical madness
- Bella (Izabella) Akhatovna Akhmadulina,
- Russian poetess
- Born on 10 April 1937
- Died on 29 November 2010
But, fully involved in literary row pops,
Between official organs, new reformers,
Making every move in public preachers
She won the top prize for her collections,
Nominated for many literary selections
- Bella (Izabella) Akhatovna Akhmadulina,
- Russian poetess
- Born on 10 April 1937
- Died on 29 November 2010
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
HER SOUL SINGS.....
She lives among the angels of care,
Her soul sings the songs of life cure,
Bringing the sweet melodies of love,
A shower of fantasy lyrics from above
Her lines and verses makes hearts filled,
A poetess with a true love vision fulfilled.
______________________________
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
______________________________
NOTE:
The above is from my collection of 101 inspirational poems on
honorable poetess Piusha Singh titled as
" GREEN LEAVES ." .
My courtesy and love to Poetess Piusha Singh
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
" GREEN LEAVES ." .
My courtesy and love to Poetess Piusha Singh
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
കവയിà´¤്à´°ി PIUSHA à´ª്à´°à´šോദനം
à´µിà´²്à´¯ംà´¸് à´œി à´®ാà´µേà´²ി
à´µിà´²്à´¯ംà´¸് à´œി à´®ാà´µേà´²ി
Wishing You Joy Forever.....
While you vanish in the woods;
Sometimes takes you a while
to realize that you lost the way to life.
For the longest time, you can convince
Yourself that you've just lost and
Wandered off the path,
That you'll find your way back
to the trailhead any moment now.
Then night falls again and again,
And you still have no idea
Where you are, and it's time to
Admit that you have bewildered
Yourself so far off the path that
You don't even know from
On which direction the sun rises anymore.
But, keep away from those sad feelings,
Smile away and come back
to reality and happy life;
Wishing you joy forever
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Rhythms...
Have you ever listened to
the celestial melody of Your Soul?
Have you ever felt the pulsations
of your own feelings,
the energy of your own sensitive wisdom,
Transcending time and space,
which is being translated
into tuneful rhythms
Your Soul’s Music Is Waiting For You.
Everything in the universe
Vibrates in order to exist,
Including sound - the swinging waves
That makes music.
Your Soul’s Music is
Your perception encoded
On the sound waves of music
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
the celestial melody of Your Soul?
Have you ever felt the pulsations
of your own feelings,
the energy of your own sensitive wisdom,
Transcending time and space,
which is being translated
into tuneful rhythms
Your Soul’s Music Is Waiting For You.
Everything in the universe
Vibrates in order to exist,
Including sound - the swinging waves
That makes music.
Your Soul’s Music is
Your perception encoded
On the sound waves of music
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Forever .....
Not at all had I thought
I would be a branch
of your forbidden tree,
To hang and to entangle;
Around your neck;
shoulders, spicy body parts;
Forever for you!
Not at all had I a notion
I would be a whirl;
To drown; to deepen
Under your breast; nipples;
Forever for you!
Not at all had I belief
I would be a slave;
To live; to die;
Forever for you!
Not at all had I dreamed
I would share in your
Songs and dance;
In silence with your steps
Forever for you !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
I would be a branch
of your forbidden tree,
To hang and to entangle;
Around your neck;
shoulders, spicy body parts;
Forever for you!
Not at all had I a notion
I would be a whirl;
To drown; to deepen
Under your breast; nipples;
Forever for you!
Not at all had I belief
I would be a slave;
To live; to die;
Forever for you!
Not at all had I dreamed
I would share in your
Songs and dance;
In silence with your steps
Forever for you !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Flood Of Love
Like a bud blossoms at nighttime,
You give your body and mind to me,
A Goddess charisma is branded
by the dew that drips from your sky,
a perfume shed through the darkness,
as first steps of springs arrival
That thickens the brushwood.
You break upon my dreams
like waves of an ocean in a tide,
And my heart is drowned under.
My heart knew of your upcoming,
as the night feels the approach of dawn,
The clouds are aflame and my sky fills
With a great revealing flood of love!
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
You give your body and mind to me,
A Goddess charisma is branded
by the dew that drips from your sky,
a perfume shed through the darkness,
as first steps of springs arrival
That thickens the brushwood.
You break upon my dreams
like waves of an ocean in a tide,
And my heart is drowned under.
My heart knew of your upcoming,
as the night feels the approach of dawn,
The clouds are aflame and my sky fills
With a great revealing flood of love!
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Evil Of Eve
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
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
The Path....
A corridor to soul is long and pure.
The path to the soul is narrow and rare.
At the top, there is a hanging rock face;
Bottom, a stormy, reckless wave race!
A right path leads to the depths of dark;
Left, is end of your the voyage to embark;
Slowly, the right path descends into caves;
Left path takes you towards the evil waves;
A death never becomes the ultimate end;
Even birth of a baby is a natural trend!
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
The path to the soul is narrow and rare.
At the top, there is a hanging rock face;
Bottom, a stormy, reckless wave race!
A right path leads to the depths of dark;
Left, is end of your the voyage to embark;
Slowly, the right path descends into caves;
Left path takes you towards the evil waves;
A death never becomes the ultimate end;
Even birth of a baby is a natural trend!
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Dream Girl...
She will arrive one day in a gesture of love,
gentle as a dawn dew, cool like a light rain,
The rays of the sun will be on your cheeks,
The whirr of the breeze in her tone of talk,
in a elegant pose with a hill-flower elegance.
She will appear, with slim, open arms,
A bearing of the head no sculptor has caught
And nuance bearing with eyes and lips,,
Her face in a pass-and-reposes of moods
As many as skies in a fragile change
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
gentle as a dawn dew, cool like a light rain,
The rays of the sun will be on your cheeks,
The whirr of the breeze in her tone of talk,
in a elegant pose with a hill-flower elegance.
She will appear, with slim, open arms,
A bearing of the head no sculptor has caught
And nuance bearing with eyes and lips,,
Her face in a pass-and-reposes of moods
As many as skies in a fragile change
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
A Drop....
There shall fall forth a
pure drop from him;
And a tiny grass from
her wet soil shall grow
in that sacred womb !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
pure drop from him;
And a tiny grass from
her wet soil shall grow
in that sacred womb !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Blessing
I met my love on a fine twilight
She was walking in her own solitude
I stopped her and bowed before,
In return, she blessed me
by a sweet kiss on my lips;
and a strong embrace in her arms!
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
She was walking in her own solitude
I stopped her and bowed before,
In return, she blessed me
by a sweet kiss on my lips;
and a strong embrace in her arms!
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
The Blues...
I was floating on your side,
Sitting always in your ride,
I was your neighbor once,
Seeing through every day,
Sleeping like a little wave,
on a glassy shore;
You are in my blues;
I am your greens;
I am your sea;
You are in my shores;
You are rude;
I am nude!
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Sitting always in your ride,
I was your neighbor once,
Seeing through every day,
Sleeping like a little wave,
on a glassy shore;
You are in my blues;
I am your greens;
I am your sea;
You are in my shores;
You are rude;
I am nude!
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
A Tie-Up.....
I kissed,
and for a split of seconds,
You lost in me,
into the wet and the heat!
I missed,
and for a break of
Minutes,
you whirl in me,
into the warmth and the depth!
I embraced,
and for an instant of hours,
You melted in me,
Into the grip and the body!
I slept,
and for a moment
of the early dawn
You lived in me
into the tie-up of the soul!
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
and for a split of seconds,
You lost in me,
into the wet and the heat!
I missed,
and for a break of
Minutes,
you whirl in me,
into the warmth and the depth!
I embraced,
and for an instant of hours,
You melted in me,
Into the grip and the body!
I slept,
and for a moment
of the early dawn
You lived in me
into the tie-up of the soul!
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Pain
I am in the most
delicate pain
on both sides of you now,
with a sweating, boiling
feeling of an impulsive volcano
strain at its peak
inside
wanting to burst out
my sweetest self
all over you.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
delicate pain
on both sides of you now,
with a sweating, boiling
feeling of an impulsive volcano
strain at its peak
inside
wanting to burst out
my sweetest self
all over you.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Festival of Love
Many people throng the temples to offer,
Prayers, rituals to inhale for better power,
Today is the day to begin with love and light,
A festival rays of peace in the hearts in bright,
A joyful day and night with all novel delight,
All eyes and hands holding white candle light.
And most of them are richly dressed and keen,
And eat such graceful food and sweets clean
Whilst noisy crackers burst, their lights are seen,
It seems to be a happy day on Earth ever been
But are there not hearts woe-filled, very sad,
Today's the triumph of Good over the bad,
True joy is always when you see smile in glad,
Love and prosperity in the minds enthralled.
Many people throng the Temples to offer,
Prayers, rituals to inhale for better power.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Prayers, rituals to inhale for better power,
Today is the day to begin with love and light,
A festival rays of peace in the hearts in bright,
A joyful day and night with all novel delight,
All eyes and hands holding white candle light.
And most of them are richly dressed and keen,
And eat such graceful food and sweets clean
Whilst noisy crackers burst, their lights are seen,
It seems to be a happy day on Earth ever been
But are there not hearts woe-filled, very sad,
Today's the triumph of Good over the bad,
True joy is always when you see smile in glad,
Love and prosperity in the minds enthralled.
Many people throng the Temples to offer,
Prayers, rituals to inhale for better power.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Bath......
A Haiku ( 5 x 7 x 5 )
Took bath in cool shower;
Nipples emerge to blossom like rose flower;
Sweat becomes sweet milk drops !
______________________________________
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Took bath in cool shower;
Nipples emerge to blossom like rose flower;
Sweat becomes sweet milk drops !
______________________________________
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Do not kiss me in dark....
Your cherry lips gave me red color;
A love is better than a flower.
Your soft breasts smell wonderful.
A sweat is better than a body mist
that is why I am in love with you.
Take me along with your wind
Let us get wet in the rain of lust.
We are very happy to live together;
Your love is sweeter than wine !
In my lyrics, it is so divine
I am dark but lovely too,
Young women of heaven
I am dark like the rain clouds
But I am beautiful like the blue sky
Do not kiss me in dark.
When moon appears,
I shall be the loveliest!
_________________________________________
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
A love is better than a flower.
Your soft breasts smell wonderful.
A sweat is better than a body mist
that is why I am in love with you.
Take me along with your wind
Let us get wet in the rain of lust.
We are very happy to live together;
Your love is sweeter than wine !
In my lyrics, it is so divine
I am dark but lovely too,
Young women of heaven
I am dark like the rain clouds
But I am beautiful like the blue sky
Do not kiss me in dark.
When moon appears,
I shall be the loveliest!
_________________________________________
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Inner Desire...
The body warmed up,
Within a passion heat;
Mind linked and drowned
into a wild drum beat;
For a hungry embrace,
the inner desire takes a race
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Within a passion heat;
Mind linked and drowned
into a wild drum beat;
For a hungry embrace,
the inner desire takes a race
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
How to begin ?
Your blue eyes lied to me
Despite the spell bound smile
On your elegant face;
You touched my soft body
With borrowed gloves
Of a criminal so careful
Not leave even a trace;
Your bountiful breasts
Longed for my nurture;
Your whisper was of a
Winter's frozen wind;
I never wanted to interrupt;
Never knowing how to begin ?
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Despite the spell bound smile
On your elegant face;
You touched my soft body
With borrowed gloves
Of a criminal so careful
Not leave even a trace;
Your bountiful breasts
Longed for my nurture;
Your whisper was of a
Winter's frozen wind;
I never wanted to interrupt;
Never knowing how to begin ?
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Monday 20 April 2015
I am like the orange grove tree
I filled my bowl with whatever I had,
And gave it you yesterday mid-night,
What shall I bring to you tomorrow?
I really wonder, so confused and worried,
I am like the orange grove tree that
at the end of the flowering summer,
Gazes at the sky with its lifted branches,
Bare of their blossoms and fragrance,
In all my past offerings is there not a
Single flower made fadeless by tears,
Will you remember it and thank me
With your eyes when I come before you,
With empty hands at those leave-taking
Of my summer days and hot hours?
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
And gave it you yesterday mid-night,
What shall I bring to you tomorrow?
I really wonder, so confused and worried,
I am like the orange grove tree that
at the end of the flowering summer,
Gazes at the sky with its lifted branches,
Bare of their blossoms and fragrance,
In all my past offerings is there not a
Single flower made fadeless by tears,
Will you remember it and thank me
With your eyes when I come before you,
With empty hands at those leave-taking
Of my summer days and hot hours?
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Nothing.......
A HAIKU ( 5X7X5 )
My half broken alphabets dance
on the first page for a preface;
nothing to scribble anything new!
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
My half broken alphabets dance
on the first page for a preface;
nothing to scribble anything new!
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Tears....
The mind bird said to herself,
Never cry in a state of misery,
The frozen wind crept on above,
The river flows unknowingly.
There was no leaf on the tree,
No flower upon her cheeks.
And little motion in the air,
Only the ocean wave's sound!
The sky is vast like your face,
There was no beauty spotted,
Only the lips tremble in grief,
Only the tear- drops in eyes!
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Never cry in a state of misery,
The frozen wind crept on above,
The river flows unknowingly.
There was no leaf on the tree,
No flower upon her cheeks.
And little motion in the air,
Only the ocean wave's sound!
The sky is vast like your face,
There was no beauty spotted,
Only the lips tremble in grief,
Only the tear- drops in eyes!
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Death Flames
An hour is not sixty minutes,
A minute is not first division of an hour
A second is not second division of a minute,
A second is an atomic term;
A minute is an electronic boom;
An hour is a mechanical device!
A human is clock;
A heart is a timepiece;
A wrist is a watch!
A birth is on a time;
A life is the prime,
A death is a flame!
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
A minute is not first division of an hour
A second is not second division of a minute,
A second is an atomic term;
A minute is an electronic boom;
An hour is a mechanical device!
A human is clock;
A heart is a timepiece;
A wrist is a watch!
A birth is on a time;
A life is the prime,
A death is a flame!
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Like a flower....
You contribute yourself to me,
Like a flower that blossoms at night,
And its presence is known
by the dew that drips from it,
By the odor shed through the darkness,
As the first steps of spring are by the buds
That thickens the branches.
My heart knew of your arrival,
As the night feels the approach of a dawn.
The clouds are in flames and my blue sky fills
With a smashing, revealing flood.
You break upon my thought
Like waves at the high tide,
And my heart is drowned
Under swelling songs of love
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Like a flower that blossoms at night,
And its presence is known
by the dew that drips from it,
By the odor shed through the darkness,
As the first steps of spring are by the buds
That thickens the branches.
My heart knew of your arrival,
As the night feels the approach of a dawn.
The clouds are in flames and my blue sky fills
With a smashing, revealing flood.
You break upon my thought
Like waves at the high tide,
And my heart is drowned
Under swelling songs of love
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
In a Heartbeat...
There is never a time,
a situation or a place
for true love.
It happens accidentally,
in a heartbeat,
in a single flashing,
throbbing moment.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
a situation or a place
for true love.
It happens accidentally,
in a heartbeat,
in a single flashing,
throbbing moment.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Sixth Sense
A concept of sixth sense,
Or a slight awareness skill,
Is our ability to perceive the
subtle-dimension or the
unseen world of angels,
ghosts, heaven, it includes
our ability to understand
the delicate cause and
effect relationship behind
many incidents, events,
which is beyond the
understanding of the intellect.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Or a slight awareness skill,
Is our ability to perceive the
subtle-dimension or the
unseen world of angels,
ghosts, heaven, it includes
our ability to understand
the delicate cause and
effect relationship behind
many incidents, events,
which is beyond the
understanding of the intellect.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Shadow Play
Life seems to be a
Shadow play,
well Performed
after many rehearsals
on a dark stage;
where men, women
and children to form and
act as characters of one creator;
A tale which is untold through
vivid scenes on this earth
by an unknown author’s
sixth finger
signifying nothing but
life itself
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Shadow play,
well Performed
after many rehearsals
on a dark stage;
where men, women
and children to form and
act as characters of one creator;
A tale which is untold through
vivid scenes on this earth
by an unknown author’s
sixth finger
signifying nothing but
life itself
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
No Love, No Life
You are not what
I thought you are
neither a mirage nor a myth
neither pretty nor ugly
no curves, no edges,
no doors, no windows,
no light, no dark
no love, no life !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
I thought you are
neither a mirage nor a myth
neither pretty nor ugly
no curves, no edges,
no doors, no windows,
no light, no dark
no love, no life !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Joyfully......
The sea is dancing
while, the sky is singing
the sun is dropping light
while the shores are sleeping
embracing the green grasses
as a lover of nature;
my heart is like a bird
flying joyfully....
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
while, the sky is singing
the sun is dropping light
while the shores are sleeping
embracing the green grasses
as a lover of nature;
my heart is like a bird
flying joyfully....
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Smiles for Sale !
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
Face
I saw blossomed lotus
On your elegant tits
Floating in a blue lake of love;
Then I plucked one of its petals
Slowly Unknowingly,
Afterwards by dusk
it faded away
into your cheeks;
then it became
Your elegant face!
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
On your elegant tits
Floating in a blue lake of love;
Then I plucked one of its petals
Slowly Unknowingly,
Afterwards by dusk
it faded away
into your cheeks;
then it became
Your elegant face!
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Sunday 19 April 2015
Life Milk
I dropped one more
Tear today
Into your deep
Blue Ocean of love
I will continue dropping
Until you will grab me,
All days and nights.
I kissed one more
Time today
On your pink
Nipples of lust
I will continue kissing
Until you will pour me
Life milk, day and night
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Tear today
Into your deep
Blue Ocean of love
I will continue dropping
Until you will grab me,
All days and nights.
I kissed one more
Time today
On your pink
Nipples of lust
I will continue kissing
Until you will pour me
Life milk, day and night
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Source
Anything you most love,
Has its genetics
in an unseen world.
Only its outline may alter,
yet the soul remains the same.
Anything of a wondrous sight and glow
Later will vanish in the long run
every charming word will fade.
But do not be depressed,
Source come from is eternal—
mounting, branching out,
giving new life and joy.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Has its genetics
in an unseen world.
Only its outline may alter,
yet the soul remains the same.
Anything of a wondrous sight and glow
Later will vanish in the long run
every charming word will fade.
But do not be depressed,
Source come from is eternal—
mounting, branching out,
giving new life and joy.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
She Shines....
With shiny curls flowing over the two ears,
In a stunning color her lovely image appears,
Her splendor ensnares with every tender rays,
She shines with glamor in incredible ways;
Just like a frame, most valued and blessed fine,
Her unerring grandeur shall forever remain divine.
A ravishing shade the cheeks flawlessly displays,
Many splendors by her smiles elegantly arrays.
While a mellowed shade her brow gracefully shows,
The glossy color from the lips fashionably flows
With every beam a glory to the realm spreads
That changes its colors whenever she treads.
Her loveliness is not at all lies in the facial mole,
but the factual beauty is reflected in her soul
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
WILLIAMSJI
In a stunning color her lovely image appears,
Her splendor ensnares with every tender rays,
She shines with glamor in incredible ways;
Just like a frame, most valued and blessed fine,
Her unerring grandeur shall forever remain divine.
A ravishing shade the cheeks flawlessly displays,
Many splendors by her smiles elegantly arrays.
While a mellowed shade her brow gracefully shows,
The glossy color from the lips fashionably flows
With every beam a glory to the realm spreads
That changes its colors whenever she treads.
Her loveliness is not at all lies in the facial mole,
but the factual beauty is reflected in her soul
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Worship
Walking along the wet sand,
Holding your soft right hand,
While listening to the ocean music;
Scribbling on your cheeks, my lyric;
Touching both the body edge;
Crossing, gates of our dream bridge;
Love to float like an old paper made ship;
At your altar, I stand with prayers to worship.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
WILLIAMSJI
Holding your soft right hand,
While listening to the ocean music;
Scribbling on your cheeks, my lyric;
Touching both the body edge;
Crossing, gates of our dream bridge;
Love to float like an old paper made ship;
At your altar, I stand with prayers to worship.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
WILLIAMSJI
God and Goddess !
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 whores
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
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 whores
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
I Stay Closer.....
Never go far and away, not even for a second
I stay closer to worship you always
I will be waiting for you, at a crowded station
When the train arrives from unknown destination
Never go far and away, not even for a minute
I stay closer to worship you in all ways
Then the little drops of morning rain fall on me,
Into my body, chocking my little heart.
Never go far and away, not even for an hour
I stay closer to worship you in many ways
May your eyelids never close towards my space
Come back and embrace me to die in your kiss
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
I stay closer to worship you always
I will be waiting for you, at a crowded station
When the train arrives from unknown destination
Never go far and away, not even for a minute
I stay closer to worship you in all ways
Then the little drops of morning rain fall on me,
Into my body, chocking my little heart.
Never go far and away, not even for an hour
I stay closer to worship you in many ways
May your eyelids never close towards my space
Come back and embrace me to die in your kiss
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Whenever.......
Whenever your body-buds blossoms,
will there be a spring time for me ?
Whenever your mind-leaf wither,
will there be a winter season for me ?
Whenever your tear-drops down
will there be a storm hit my heart?
Whenever your breast burst up
will there be a thirst for my lips?
Whenever you are folded within me
will there be a heaven on this earth?
Whenever you are inspired by me
will you lie down in my canvas?
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
will there be a spring time for me ?
Whenever your mind-leaf wither,
will there be a winter season for me ?
Whenever your tear-drops down
will there be a storm hit my heart?
Whenever your breast burst up
will there be a thirst for my lips?
Whenever you are folded within me
will there be a heaven on this earth?
Whenever you are inspired by me
will you lie down in my canvas?
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Soul
We leave our scratch
Upon this sacred earth,
The eagle feather flies
With the wind
And our inhabitant soul
Never leaves these
Hills, valleys and mountains,
We too shall fly away
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Upon this sacred earth,
The eagle feather flies
With the wind
And our inhabitant soul
Never leaves these
Hills, valleys and mountains,
We too shall fly away
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Longing for......
My dear love,
You have been in my heart,
Ever since I was a child,
Throughout my life,
Even through all my
Day and night dreams
You dwell in my being
When I sleep and when I wake.
Know that I am woman,
And bear with me
When you find me
Longing for......
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
You have been in my heart,
Ever since I was a child,
Throughout my life,
Even through all my
Day and night dreams
You dwell in my being
When I sleep and when I wake.
Know that I am woman,
And bear with me
When you find me
Longing for......
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
You Beside Me
Your sweet home
is a place of peace
your decorated room
is a palace of ease
It is the only place,
where you sit and sing;
It is away from loneliness
A place away for solitude;
That place is next to you
It is your secret garden
Where black and white
Becomes a colorful place
Of love, kiss, touch, care,
A moment of two hearts
beat as one and only one
A place where two souls
are interwoven, as one
There with you and
only you beside me.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
is a place of peace
your decorated room
is a palace of ease
It is the only place,
where you sit and sing;
It is away from loneliness
A place away for solitude;
That place is next to you
It is your secret garden
Where black and white
Becomes a colorful place
Of love, kiss, touch, care,
A moment of two hearts
beat as one and only one
A place where two souls
are interwoven, as one
There with you and
only you beside me.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Magadalene *
An innocent, spicy body earns;
While a crazy man's mind burns;
A beautiful fresh skin pleases;
But her blood vein freezes;
Even the women of Magdalene*
is being fully justified;pardoned;
Prior to His Crucifixion,
The crusade of a women
is still continued....
Amen!
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
NOTE: * her hometown, a village on the shore of the Sea of Galilee
While a crazy man's mind burns;
A beautiful fresh skin pleases;
But her blood vein freezes;
Even the women of Magdalene*
is being fully justified;pardoned;
Prior to His Crucifixion,
The crusade of a women
is still continued....
Amen!
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
NOTE: * her hometown, a village on the shore of the Sea of Galilee
Song On Kattor
The English translation of this poem will be made available
by the author himself shortly in this page itself.
_______________________________________________
hneywkvPn
Saturday 18 April 2015
Love Sparks....
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 fading morning 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
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 fading morning 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
Soul is Your's
Before the first night, there was no way out,
After the late night, I did that to wash out,
Be gentle with me, I shall drive my body,
Though the soul is yours, I shall keep tight,
A wife is not existing, only a womanly odor,
Bite lips, touch breasts, and smoothen
A life is pending to spread the beauty,
Your eyes invite me for another embrace
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
മനസ്à´¸ു à´¨ിà´¨്à´±െ à´¨്à´±െ ആണ്
ആദ്à´¯ à´°ാà´¤്à´°ി à´®ുà´®്à´ªിൽ, à´’à´¨്à´¨ും ഇല്à´² à´Žà´¨്à´¨്,
à´°ാà´¤്à´°ി à´¶േà´·ം à´žാൻ à´•à´´ുà´•ി à´† à´šെà´¯്à´¤ു
à´Žà´¨്à´¨െ à´¸ൌà´®്യത, à´žാൻ à´Žà´¨്à´±െ ശരീà´°ം à´¨ീà´•്à´•ിà´•്കളയും;
à´ª്à´°ാണനെ à´¨ിനക്à´•ുà´³്ളതു à´Žà´™്à´•ിà´²ും à´žാൻ ഇറുà´•ിà´¯ ആചരിà´•്à´•േà´£ം
à´’à´°ു à´ാà´°്à´¯, à´’à´°ു à´…à´¤്à´°à´¯െà´™്à´•ിà´²ും à´¦ുർഗന്à´§ം à´¨ിലവിà´²ുà´³്à´³ à´…à´²്à´²,
, അധരങ്ങളെ à´•à´Ÿിà´•്à´•ും à´¸്തനങ്ങൾ à´¤ൊà´Ÿുà´•; smoothen
à´’à´°ു à´œീവൻ à´¸ൗà´¨്ദര്à´¯ം à´ª്à´°à´šà´°ിà´ª്à´ªിà´•്à´•ാà´¨ും à´¨ിലനിൽക്à´•ുà´¨്à´¨ുà´£്à´Ÿ്,
à´¨ിà´™്ങളുà´Ÿെ à´•à´£്à´£ു മറ്à´±ൊà´°ു ആലിംà´—à´¨ം à´Žà´¨്à´¨െ à´•്à´·à´£ിà´•്à´•ുà´¨്à´¨ു
à´¬ൈ
WILLIAMSJI à´®ാà´µേà´²ി
After the late night, I did that to wash out,
Be gentle with me, I shall drive my body,
Though the soul is yours, I shall keep tight,
A wife is not existing, only a womanly odor,
Bite lips, touch breasts, and smoothen
A life is pending to spread the beauty,
Your eyes invite me for another embrace
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
മനസ്à´¸ു à´¨ിà´¨്à´±െ à´¨്à´±െ ആണ്
ആദ്à´¯ à´°ാà´¤്à´°ി à´®ുà´®്à´ªിൽ, à´’à´¨്à´¨ും ഇല്à´² à´Žà´¨്à´¨്,
à´°ാà´¤്à´°ി à´¶േà´·ം à´žാൻ à´•à´´ുà´•ി à´† à´šെà´¯്à´¤ു
à´Žà´¨്à´¨െ à´¸ൌà´®്യത, à´žാൻ à´Žà´¨്à´±െ ശരീà´°ം à´¨ീà´•്à´•ിà´•്കളയും;
à´ª്à´°ാണനെ à´¨ിനക്à´•ുà´³്ളതു à´Žà´™്à´•ിà´²ും à´žാൻ ഇറുà´•ിà´¯ ആചരിà´•്à´•േà´£ം
à´’à´°ു à´ാà´°്à´¯, à´’à´°ു à´…à´¤്à´°à´¯െà´™്à´•ിà´²ും à´¦ുർഗന്à´§ം à´¨ിലവിà´²ുà´³്à´³ à´…à´²്à´²,
, അധരങ്ങളെ à´•à´Ÿിà´•്à´•ും à´¸്തനങ്ങൾ à´¤ൊà´Ÿുà´•; smoothen
à´’à´°ു à´œീവൻ à´¸ൗà´¨്ദര്à´¯ം à´ª്à´°à´šà´°ിà´ª്à´ªിà´•്à´•ാà´¨ും à´¨ിലനിൽക്à´•ുà´¨്à´¨ുà´£്à´Ÿ്,
à´¨ിà´™്ങളുà´Ÿെ à´•à´£്à´£ു മറ്à´±ൊà´°ു ആലിംà´—à´¨ം à´Žà´¨്à´¨െ à´•്à´·à´£ിà´•്à´•ുà´¨്à´¨ു
à´¬ൈ
WILLIAMSJI à´®ാà´µേà´²ി
Tenderly Your's
Your tender skin,
soft under my finger tips.
Blue eyes watch my touch,
closing only when override with pleasure.
Your elegant face,
within the frame of soft hair
red painted lips thirst again
responsive to my gentle kiss.
Your half nude breasts,
youthfully eager for attention.
Each nipple firming
to my loving touch.
Soft smooth skin,
tender on inner thighs.
Shapely legs open
to my gentle persuasion.
Delicate secrets revealed,
hungry to know more of love,
Wet with passion's sweet nectar
tender to a lover's touch.
Oh dear woman,
your heart is precious,
Your spirit soars
When desire overwhelms you.
Oh sweet lady,
my desire for you consumes me.
To know your heart
And fly high with your spirit.
Hold me closely
and touch me in gentle ways.
Receive in return
the gifts of my love and desire for you.
Let's be together
for this brief time we walk this path.
Let's learn of joy
and take fond memories to heart
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
soft under my finger tips.
Blue eyes watch my touch,
closing only when override with pleasure.
Your elegant face,
within the frame of soft hair
red painted lips thirst again
responsive to my gentle kiss.
Your half nude breasts,
youthfully eager for attention.
Each nipple firming
to my loving touch.
Soft smooth skin,
tender on inner thighs.
Shapely legs open
to my gentle persuasion.
Delicate secrets revealed,
hungry to know more of love,
Wet with passion's sweet nectar
tender to a lover's touch.
Oh dear woman,
your heart is precious,
Your spirit soars
When desire overwhelms you.
Oh sweet lady,
my desire for you consumes me.
To know your heart
And fly high with your spirit.
Hold me closely
and touch me in gentle ways.
Receive in return
the gifts of my love and desire for you.
Let's be together
for this brief time we walk this path.
Let's learn of joy
and take fond memories to heart
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
My Rain Showers...
I still remember that day,
It was a bright dawn
The light rain shower
Was at interval
Into broken pauses,
Renewed gusts of wind
amaze it from first silence.
I take up my guitar.
Casually I touch the strings,
Till, without my knowing,
The music borrows the mad
Rhythm of that storm
I see her figure as she steals
from her work, stops at my door,
and retreats with hesitating steps.
She comes again, stands outside,
Leaning against the wall,
Then slowly enters the room
and sits down.
With head bent,
she plies her needle in silence;
but soon stops her work,
and looks out of the window;
Through the rain at the
blurred line of trees.
Only this - one hour of a rainy noon
filled with love, emotions,
memories, shadows;
songs and silence.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
It was a bright dawn
The light rain shower
Was at interval
Into broken pauses,
Renewed gusts of wind
amaze it from first silence.
I take up my guitar.
Casually I touch the strings,
Till, without my knowing,
The music borrows the mad
Rhythm of that storm
I see her figure as she steals
from her work, stops at my door,
and retreats with hesitating steps.
She comes again, stands outside,
Leaning against the wall,
Then slowly enters the room
and sits down.
With head bent,
she plies her needle in silence;
but soon stops her work,
and looks out of the window;
Through the rain at the
blurred line of trees.
Only this - one hour of a rainy noon
filled with love, emotions,
memories, shadows;
songs and silence.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
The Cat Women !
Sometimes, she takes up the teasing;
Other times, often involve in tossing.
Every time in my bed, she is meowing;
Which is for me, a mid- night annoying;
It is always better not to mess up her name;
She is notorious in playing funny game;
But at first, her looks are like all kittenish;
Her sharp blue eyes, slowly to diminish;
Set up in a baby face; she is so innocent;
But, can make, someone like me, indecent;
She asserts herself to two striking eyes;
And eat the flesh fast, in whatever ways;
Soon after, sitting on my lap to eat flesh;
Then, she carries to me a skeleton of a fish;
Bringing peace and comfort to herself;
Knowing that I love her more than myself
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Other times, often involve in tossing.
Every time in my bed, she is meowing;
Which is for me, a mid- night annoying;
It is always better not to mess up her name;
She is notorious in playing funny game;
But at first, her looks are like all kittenish;
Her sharp blue eyes, slowly to diminish;
Set up in a baby face; she is so innocent;
But, can make, someone like me, indecent;
She asserts herself to two striking eyes;
And eat the flesh fast, in whatever ways;
Soon after, sitting on my lap to eat flesh;
Then, she carries to me a skeleton of a fish;
Bringing peace and comfort to herself;
Knowing that I love her more than myself
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
To her.....
To her, this lyric is penned,
Whose glowing eyes,
Dazzlingly expressive,
Like the stars at the blue sky,
You shall find her own
Lovable name,
Upon this page,
Unwrapped to all readers
Search narrowly the lines,
They hold a treasure
A divine, a good luck charm
that must be worn at heart.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Whose glowing eyes,
Dazzlingly expressive,
Like the stars at the blue sky,
You shall find her own
Lovable name,
Upon this page,
Unwrapped to all readers
Search narrowly the lines,
They hold a treasure
A divine, a good luck charm
that must be worn at heart.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Meadow Flower
She is close to my own heart,
Like a meadow-flower to earth;
She is so sweet to me
as sleep is to tired limbs.
My love for her is my life
Flowing in its fullness,
Like a river in autumn flood,
Running with serene abandonment.
My songs are one with my love,
like the murmur of a stream,
That sings with all its waves and tides
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
അവൾ à´Žà´¨്à´±െ à´¸്വന്à´¤ം à´¹ൃദയം ആണ്,
à´ൂà´®ിà´¯ിൽ à´’à´°ു പലയിà´¨ം-à´ªൂà´ªോà´²െ;
അവൾ à´Žà´¨ിà´•്à´•ു à´…à´™്ങനെ മധുà´°ം
ഉറക്à´•ം à´•്à´·ീà´£ിതനാà´£് à´•ൈà´•ാà´²ുകൾ ഇരിà´•്à´•ുà´¨്à´¨ു.
അവളെ à´Žà´¨്à´±െ à´¸്à´¨േà´¹ം à´Žà´¨്à´±െ à´œീവൻ
à´…à´¤ിà´¨്à´±െ à´ªൂർണ്ണതയിൽ à´’à´´ുà´•ുà´¨്à´¨,
ശരത്à´•ാà´² à´µെà´³്ളപ്à´ªൊà´•്à´•ം à´’à´°ു നദി à´ªോà´²െ,
à´¶ുà´¦്ധവാà´¯ു ഉപേà´•്à´·ിà´•്കൽ à´ª്രവർത്à´¤ിà´•്à´•ുà´¨്à´¨ു.
à´Žà´¨്à´±െ à´ªാà´Ÿ്à´Ÿുകൾ à´Žà´¨്à´±െ à´¸്à´¨േà´¹ം à´’à´¨്à´¨ു,
à´’à´°ു à´ª്à´°à´µാà´¹ം à´ªിà´±ുà´ªിà´±ുà´•്à´•ുà´¨്നതു à´ªോà´²െ,
à´Žà´²്à´²ാ à´…à´¤ിà´²െ à´¤ിരകൾ ഫലമാà´£് à´•ൂà´Ÿെ à´ªാà´Ÿി
à´¬ൈ
WILLIAMSJI à´®ാà´µേà´²ി
Like a meadow-flower to earth;
She is so sweet to me
as sleep is to tired limbs.
My love for her is my life
Flowing in its fullness,
Like a river in autumn flood,
Running with serene abandonment.
My songs are one with my love,
like the murmur of a stream,
That sings with all its waves and tides
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
അവൾ à´Žà´¨്à´±െ à´¸്വന്à´¤ം à´¹ൃദയം ആണ്,
à´ൂà´®ിà´¯ിൽ à´’à´°ു പലയിà´¨ം-à´ªൂà´ªോà´²െ;
അവൾ à´Žà´¨ിà´•്à´•ു à´…à´™്ങനെ മധുà´°ം
ഉറക്à´•ം à´•്à´·ീà´£ിതനാà´£് à´•ൈà´•ാà´²ുകൾ ഇരിà´•്à´•ുà´¨്à´¨ു.
അവളെ à´Žà´¨്à´±െ à´¸്à´¨േà´¹ം à´Žà´¨്à´±െ à´œീവൻ
à´…à´¤ിà´¨്à´±െ à´ªൂർണ്ണതയിൽ à´’à´´ുà´•ുà´¨്à´¨,
ശരത്à´•ാà´² à´µെà´³്ളപ്à´ªൊà´•്à´•ം à´’à´°ു നദി à´ªോà´²െ,
à´¶ുà´¦്ധവാà´¯ു ഉപേà´•്à´·ിà´•്കൽ à´ª്രവർത്à´¤ിà´•്à´•ുà´¨്à´¨ു.
à´Žà´¨്à´±െ à´ªാà´Ÿ്à´Ÿുകൾ à´Žà´¨്à´±െ à´¸്à´¨േà´¹ം à´’à´¨്à´¨ു,
à´’à´°ു à´ª്à´°à´µാà´¹ം à´ªിà´±ുà´ªിà´±ുà´•്à´•ുà´¨്നതു à´ªോà´²െ,
à´Žà´²്à´²ാ à´…à´¤ിà´²െ à´¤ിരകൾ ഫലമാà´£് à´•ൂà´Ÿെ à´ªാà´Ÿി
à´¬ൈ
WILLIAMSJI à´®ാà´µേà´²ി
As it is ....
Sometimes people are gorgeous,
Not in looks, not in their beauty
Not in what they say. not in what they act,
Just in what they are as it is !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Not in looks, not in their beauty
Not in what they say. not in what they act,
Just in what they are as it is !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Friday 17 April 2015
Cage
My body is your cage;
Neither you can get into
nor lay a hand on it;
Neither you can sleep in it
nor words of love can fly over it
your birds of lust may lay its eggs
inside, until you get another birth....
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
à´Žà´¨്à´±െ ശരീà´°ം à´•ൂà´Ÿ്à´Ÿിൽ ആണ്;
à´¨ിà´™്ങൾ à´•à´Ÿà´¨്à´¨ു à´•à´´ിà´•à´¯ിà´²്à´²
à´…à´¤് à´’à´°ു à´•ൈ à´µെà´•്à´•ാà´¤െ
à´¨ിà´™്ങൾ à´…à´¤് à´ªുà´¤െà´š്à´šു ഇല്à´²
à´…à´°ുà´¤ു à´¸്à´¨േഹത്à´¤ിà´¨്à´±െ à´µാà´•്à´•ുകൾ à´…à´¤് ഓവർ à´•à´´ിà´¯ും
à´®ോà´¹ം à´¨ിà´™്ങളുà´Ÿെ പക്à´·ികൾ à´…à´¤ിà´¨്à´±െ à´®ുà´Ÿ്ടകൾ à´šെà´¯്à´¯ാം
à´…à´•à´¤്à´¤്, à´¨ിà´™്ങൾക്à´•് മറ്à´±ൊà´°ു ജനനം à´¨േà´Ÿുà´•à´¯ും വരെ ....
à´¬ൈ
WILLIAMSJI à´®ാà´µേà´²ി
Neither you can get into
nor lay a hand on it;
Neither you can sleep in it
nor words of love can fly over it
your birds of lust may lay its eggs
inside, until you get another birth....
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
à´Žà´¨്à´±െ ശരീà´°ം à´•ൂà´Ÿ്à´Ÿിൽ ആണ്;
à´¨ിà´™്ങൾ à´•à´Ÿà´¨്à´¨ു à´•à´´ിà´•à´¯ിà´²്à´²
à´…à´¤് à´’à´°ു à´•ൈ à´µെà´•്à´•ാà´¤െ
à´¨ിà´™്ങൾ à´…à´¤് à´ªുà´¤െà´š്à´šു ഇല്à´²
à´…à´°ുà´¤ു à´¸്à´¨േഹത്à´¤ിà´¨്à´±െ à´µാà´•്à´•ുകൾ à´…à´¤് ഓവർ à´•à´´ിà´¯ും
à´®ോà´¹ം à´¨ിà´™്ങളുà´Ÿെ പക്à´·ികൾ à´…à´¤ിà´¨്à´±െ à´®ുà´Ÿ്ടകൾ à´šെà´¯്à´¯ാം
à´…à´•à´¤്à´¤്, à´¨ിà´™്ങൾക്à´•് മറ്à´±ൊà´°ു ജനനം à´¨േà´Ÿുà´•à´¯ും വരെ ....
à´¬ൈ
WILLIAMSJI à´®ാà´µേà´²ി
Valentine Kiss!
You are like the Greek goddess,
Without wearing any silky dress,
Neither of spring nor of the winter,
I appeared like a natural painter.
Your Blue eyes depicted shyness,
Carving the shadows of godliness,
No more splendid, Fabulus colors;
Nor any fresh and fragrant flowers.
An evening sky covered us in dark,
Moonlight shared drops of dusk,
a valentine kiss upon your brow,
Before you depart from me now.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Without wearing any silky dress,
Neither of spring nor of the winter,
I appeared like a natural painter.
Your Blue eyes depicted shyness,
Carving the shadows of godliness,
No more splendid, Fabulus colors;
Nor any fresh and fragrant flowers.
An evening sky covered us in dark,
Moonlight shared drops of dusk,
a valentine kiss upon your brow,
Before you depart from me now.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Sing Aloud...
On the rough surface of this blessed earth;
It all happened on a fine sunny day, my birth;
Come and dance under this cool showers of rain;
Oh, nature, sing aloud; embrace; hold me again.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
à´ˆ à´…à´¨ുà´—ൃà´¹ീതമാà´¯ à´ൂà´®ിà´¯ുà´Ÿെ പരുà´•്കൻ ഉപരിതലത്à´¤ിൽ;
ഇത് à´Žà´²്à´²ാ, à´’à´°ു നല്à´² à´ªുà´±ംà´µാà´¤ിൽ à´Žà´¨്à´±െ ജന്à´®ം à´¸ംà´à´µിà´š്à´šു;
വന്à´¨ു മഴയും à´ˆ തണുà´¤്à´¤ ഉന്നത: à´•ീà´´ിൽ à´¨ൃà´¤്à´¤ം;
à´“, à´ª്à´°à´•ൃà´¤ി, à´˜ോà´·ിà´•്à´•ുà´¨്à´¨ു; ആലിംà´—à´¨ം; à´Žà´¨്à´¨െ à´µീà´£്à´Ÿും à´ªിà´Ÿിà´•്à´•ുà´•.
à´¬ൈ
WILLIAMSJI à´®ാà´µേà´²ി
It all happened on a fine sunny day, my birth;
Come and dance under this cool showers of rain;
Oh, nature, sing aloud; embrace; hold me again.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
à´ˆ à´…à´¨ുà´—ൃà´¹ീതമാà´¯ à´ൂà´®ിà´¯ുà´Ÿെ പരുà´•്കൻ ഉപരിതലത്à´¤ിൽ;
ഇത് à´Žà´²്à´²ാ, à´’à´°ു നല്à´² à´ªുà´±ംà´µാà´¤ിൽ à´Žà´¨്à´±െ ജന്à´®ം à´¸ംà´à´µിà´š്à´šു;
വന്à´¨ു മഴയും à´ˆ തണുà´¤്à´¤ ഉന്നത: à´•ീà´´ിൽ à´¨ൃà´¤്à´¤ം;
à´“, à´ª്à´°à´•ൃà´¤ി, à´˜ോà´·ിà´•്à´•ുà´¨്à´¨ു; ആലിംà´—à´¨ം; à´Žà´¨്à´¨െ à´µീà´£്à´Ÿും à´ªിà´Ÿിà´•്à´•ുà´•.
à´¬ൈ
WILLIAMSJI à´®ാà´µേà´²ി
Shelter...
When I sink in your deep blue eyes,
You grow within my soul and mind,
Let your wet tongue rest for a while,
on my breasts and on my pink nipples.
When I seek shelter in your arms,
You grow within my heart and body,
Let your low limbs cross in me to climb,
Spreading widely its branches for a shade.
When I burrow into your spicy body,
You retire from dried up and unfruitful air,
Let your milk drop into to my drought lips,
Crawling for a shelter from all storms of love
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
You grow within my soul and mind,
Let your wet tongue rest for a while,
on my breasts and on my pink nipples.
When I seek shelter in your arms,
You grow within my heart and body,
Let your low limbs cross in me to climb,
Spreading widely its branches for a shade.
When I burrow into your spicy body,
You retire from dried up and unfruitful air,
Let your milk drop into to my drought lips,
Crawling for a shelter from all storms of love
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Without You....
Without you life seems to be meaningless
Living in my own solitude and loneliness
the springing blossoms to madness love
Today you sought my shelter like a dove
Your soft and sweet voice inside speaks
While my real human emotions creeps
Everything is known to be very far,
Unless you stay back with me near
Like the disappearing morning dew
every single minute goes with a few
unwritten verses never scribbled ever
You are my only love, dear beware
But you have to shoulder me as a standby
And hold me, and don’t ever say good-bye
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Living in my own solitude and loneliness
the springing blossoms to madness love
Today you sought my shelter like a dove
Your soft and sweet voice inside speaks
While my real human emotions creeps
Everything is known to be very far,
Unless you stay back with me near
Like the disappearing morning dew
every single minute goes with a few
unwritten verses never scribbled ever
You are my only love, dear beware
But you have to shoulder me as a standby
And hold me, and don’t ever say good-bye
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Look !
Look !
the bed room lamp
has opened its eyes;
drops of dim light
flows on your
spicy body;
the celestial bird
stretched her wings,
let us sing
together !
Look !
the prayer room candle
has melted its shape;
wax of pure sins
spreads into
the dark soul;
the pleasure bird
stretched its wings,
let us sing
together !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
the bed room lamp
has opened its eyes;
drops of dim light
flows on your
spicy body;
the celestial bird
stretched her wings,
let us sing
together !
Look !
the prayer room candle
has melted its shape;
wax of pure sins
spreads into
the dark soul;
the pleasure bird
stretched its wings,
let us sing
together !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Dilemma !
Dear
Beloved,
Elegant
Solitude,
Never,
Ever,
Remember
me at all,
even
and
even
in
your
own
silence
of
death.
Your
Love
is
my
dilemma !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Beloved,
Elegant
Solitude,
Never,
Ever,
Remember
me at all,
even
and
even
in
your
own
silence
of
death.
Your
Love
is
my
dilemma !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Passion
My feeling has made its mind up,
And I’m afraid it’s a love cared.
Whatever you’ve got lined up,
My passion has made its mind up
And I'm scared it's a lust shared
My dream has made its color up
And I’m in a deep love, now revealed.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
And I’m afraid it’s a love cared.
Whatever you’ve got lined up,
My passion has made its mind up
And I'm scared it's a lust shared
My dream has made its color up
And I’m in a deep love, now revealed.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
A Live Line......
It seems to be like
a four line verse;
a live line of
unknown births;
another like the
dead line of premature deaths
God is in between the
devil and the sea !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
a four line verse;
a live line of
unknown births;
another like the
dead line of premature deaths
God is in between the
devil and the sea !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Past, Present and the Future
Disregard the memmories
of the past;
since
It is a small box
of black ash
Survive along with
the present;
since
It is a jar of old grape wine
Dream and daydream
for the future;
since
It is an idol of a Goddess
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
of the past;
since
It is a small box
of black ash
Survive along with
the present;
since
It is a jar of old grape wine
Dream and daydream
for the future;
since
It is an idol of a Goddess
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Hand in Hand
You have yet to touch
my soft skin and flesh,
to feel the throbbing blood
You have yet to kiss
my erotic nipples and breasts
to heal the bursting desires
You have yet to embrace
my spicy body and mind
to deal the creative aspires
Are you not feeling alone?
Hand in hand
Let us make this journey
Until death
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
my soft skin and flesh,
to feel the throbbing blood
You have yet to kiss
my erotic nipples and breasts
to heal the bursting desires
You have yet to embrace
my spicy body and mind
to deal the creative aspires
Are you not feeling alone?
Hand in hand
Let us make this journey
Until death
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
I am your blood !
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,
hold me if you can
and I become the roar between
your breasts 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
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,
hold me if you can
and I become the roar between
your breasts 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
The End...
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
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
Love, never hurts
Everybody says:-
love hurts our hearts.
But that's not true.
It is your loneliness which hurts.
Losing someone dear hurts.
Everyone confuse
these things with love
but in reality, love
is the only thing in this world
that covers up all the pain
and makes us feel wonderful again.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
love hurts our hearts.
But that's not true.
It is your loneliness which hurts.
Losing someone dear hurts.
Everyone confuse
these things with love
but in reality, love
is the only thing in this world
that covers up all the pain
and makes us feel wonderful again.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Bountiful Love
Within a valuable bountiful gain,
You shower in me, like first rain,
Within a mindful, soft lustful pain,
You tie-up my broken love vein
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
You shower in me, like first rain,
Within a mindful, soft lustful pain,
You tie-up my broken love vein
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Lips are mine; Sweet is your's !
Soul is mine; body is yours,
When soul sleeps deep;
body looks for it's shelter !
Remember, the day
I stop kissing you
is that day when I close
my eyes forever !
Lips are mine; Sweet is yours,
When lips opens wide;
Sweet flows on its ways !
Remember, the day
I stop embracing you
is that day when I close
my eyes forever !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
When soul sleeps deep;
body looks for it's shelter !
Remember, the day
I stop kissing you
is that day when I close
my eyes forever !
Lips are mine; Sweet is yours,
When lips opens wide;
Sweet flows on its ways !
Remember, the day
I stop embracing you
is that day when I close
my eyes forever !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Life is Beautiful...
A Haiku on Love ( 5 X 7 X 5 )
__________________________________
Let your life be beautiful
Like soft petals of summer blue flowers;
And Death like autumn leaves.
___________________________________
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
__________________________________
Let your life be beautiful
Like soft petals of summer blue flowers;
And Death like autumn leaves.
___________________________________
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Wounds of Love
Take me to your own fruit-garden,
a feeling of blessing and pardon,
bare to my eyes; body and mind,
caressing me with a sin to rewind,
I long for your softest touch to heal,
wounds of my dampened skin to feel;
Take me to your own flower paradise;
and let our bodies meet in jeopardize;
the dribble of the dawn rain outside;
would shower us with cold inside;
I wish to be in her night dream fantasy;
and to make our love; lust and life easy.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
a feeling of blessing and pardon,
bare to my eyes; body and mind,
caressing me with a sin to rewind,
I long for your softest touch to heal,
wounds of my dampened skin to feel;
Take me to your own flower paradise;
and let our bodies meet in jeopardize;
the dribble of the dawn rain outside;
would shower us with cold inside;
I wish to be in her night dream fantasy;
and to make our love; lust and life easy.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Dusk
Your twinkling eyes,
Like fireflies in my garden;
Circling in and around
my own flower of love,
to find its true meaning
in the dusk of despair,
The sweet word that
I had never said to you
" I am in love with you "
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Like fireflies in my garden;
Circling in and around
my own flower of love,
to find its true meaning
in the dusk of despair,
The sweet word that
I had never said to you
" I am in love with you "
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
The areola of sensation
my thought is on female issues;
Everyone loves it; nurture it;
One touch on its nipple
It becomes beautiful;
so adorable; so attractive;
No muscles; No hassles
All Nerves ending
at the breast;
The essence of life;
Milk of love
It is emptying from her;
The milk is in drops;
Drops down to the
Thirsts of babies in and around
The milk of life; The milk of love
A child is thirsting for milk.....
Crying for milk
Milk is genius
Milk is white,
Like an empty sky...
When it comes to tits,
all eyes lead to the nipple,
which is the center
of areola of sensation;
the aroma of human
life and love..
I am fortunate to sip milk drops
from my mother’s breasts. .........
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Sweet Love....
To beautify my tomb,
I plucked rose blossom
from your pink cheeks;
To lighten my voyage,
I borrowed red flames
from your eyes;
To cologne my coffin
I inhaled your sweat drops;
To grab a next life,
May I steal your
Heart-beats;
Oh my dear
Sweet love !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
I plucked rose blossom
from your pink cheeks;
To lighten my voyage,
I borrowed red flames
from your eyes;
To cologne my coffin
I inhaled your sweat drops;
To grab a next life,
May I steal your
Heart-beats;
Oh my dear
Sweet love !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Symbolically......
Symbolically,
the universe is one family,
where " Father " represents
the burnings sun
who brings daily light;
Earth is the " Mother "
her teardrops are
the rain showers;
twinkling stars are
beautiful daughters;
Black clouds,
Handsome boys.
Life is like that.....
Love is like that....
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
the universe is one family,
where " Father " represents
the burnings sun
who brings daily light;
Earth is the " Mother "
her teardrops are
the rain showers;
twinkling stars are
beautiful daughters;
Black clouds,
Handsome boys.
Life is like that.....
Love is like that....
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Before Drowing.......
Take a walk along with me,
holding my hand
We shall go together,
Towards the endless shores of love;
Sure, do not be afraid,
I shall capture you
from the hands of
high tides and storms,
Before you drown
into the depths !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
holding my hand
We shall go together,
Towards the endless shores of love;
Sure, do not be afraid,
I shall capture you
from the hands of
high tides and storms,
Before you drown
into the depths !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
The Circle
For
LOVE,
it needs only
ONE
alphabet;
Everything
is in that
O,
Me and You
both are in
ONE
circle...
The circle
of Life.....
A Sweet kiss
within a
Circle of
pure love
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
LOVE,
it needs only
ONE
alphabet;
Everything
is in that
O,
Me and You
both are in
ONE
circle...
The circle
of Life.....
A Sweet kiss
within a
Circle of
pure love
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Blues...
Blue stones shines in your eyes;
Green scape blossoms on your cheeks;
Red cherry ripens on your lips;
White dove wings on your breasts;
With all the blues, ever greens,
reddish and whiteness
you are colorful.....
most cheerful........
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Green scape blossoms on your cheeks;
Red cherry ripens on your lips;
White dove wings on your breasts;
With all the blues, ever greens,
reddish and whiteness
you are colorful.....
most cheerful........
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Kiss
__________________________________
Blessings are on falling
dewdrops during dawn,
melts away in the dusk;
Kiss on it again at night !
_________________________________
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Blessings are on falling
dewdrops during dawn,
melts away in the dusk;
Kiss on it again at night !
_________________________________
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Spring flowers
Her spring flora shatters out,
Like the fervent pain of silent love.
With their inhales comes the
Reminiscence of my old lyrics.
My heart, all on a sudden dance
like green leaves of desire.
My love came out in colors;
But her touch is in my limbs,
and her voice comes across
the aromatic fields.
Her gaze is in the sad depth
Of the blue sky,
But where are her eyes,
To pour lights and shades
Her kisses flit in the air,
But where are her lips,
To taste the sweet honey
Her pain bleeds into the heart,
But where are breasts,
To feed the fluid of love
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Like the fervent pain of silent love.
With their inhales comes the
Reminiscence of my old lyrics.
My heart, all on a sudden dance
like green leaves of desire.
My love came out in colors;
But her touch is in my limbs,
and her voice comes across
the aromatic fields.
Her gaze is in the sad depth
Of the blue sky,
But where are her eyes,
To pour lights and shades
Her kisses flit in the air,
But where are her lips,
To taste the sweet honey
Her pain bleeds into the heart,
But where are breasts,
To feed the fluid of love
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Cremation
Soon after,
by my own birth,
I was baptized into
the religion of nature;
Then after,
by my own virtue
I was embraced into
the kingdom of deadly sins;
Later, then
upon my own death
I was cremated into
the flames of your
ablaze.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
by my own birth,
I was baptized into
the religion of nature;
Then after,
by my own virtue
I was embraced into
the kingdom of deadly sins;
Later, then
upon my own death
I was cremated into
the flames of your
ablaze.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Departure
Unable to utter a last word;
While you board the train;
Standing alone in the crowd
at this station; life junction ;
While you tie-up the hands
With your ever green groom,
A good bye in silence to you
Have a pleasant flow in life;
Never, ever remember me;
Again, wishing…in silence….
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
While you board the train;
Standing alone in the crowd
at this station; life junction ;
While you tie-up the hands
With your ever green groom,
A good bye in silence to you
Have a pleasant flow in life;
Never, ever remember me;
Again, wishing…in silence….
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Pain of Love
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
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
Theme
Like words locked-up in a black page;
My mind seems to be restless in a cage;
A dream theme sleeps deep in my heart;
When it wakes up, it destroys all apart;
Neither the friends nor foes encourage;
While, red verse bleeds towards a rage;
Then I become debris of my own deed;
When will you be kind enough to feed !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
My mind seems to be restless in a cage;
A dream theme sleeps deep in my heart;
When it wakes up, it destroys all apart;
Neither the friends nor foes encourage;
While, red verse bleeds towards a rage;
Then I become debris of my own deed;
When will you be kind enough to feed !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Dawn Mist
While walking
under the cool showers
of your own morning mist,
along the road all alone,
life seems to be futile
without your love.
Trying, struggling to repeat
to those routine
things I used to do before
But it’s impossible
And all I get
Is your sweet memory back again.
How should I do?
How to forget you
After having given you my all;
My every thought,
My pure and boundless love.
I can’t swim,
I can’t save myself
From the deepest ocean
of loneliness.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
under the cool showers
of your own morning mist,
along the road all alone,
life seems to be futile
without your love.
Trying, struggling to repeat
to those routine
things I used to do before
But it’s impossible
And all I get
Is your sweet memory back again.
How should I do?
How to forget you
After having given you my all;
My every thought,
My pure and boundless love.
I can’t swim,
I can’t save myself
From the deepest ocean
of loneliness.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
The Cloud
Whenever, the light rain showers;
and touch the hot earth;
The soul of beauty
emerge towards
your spicy body !
Whenever, the black clouds fades;
The whole of the sky
diminish towards
your face !
Whenever, the charms of silky skin spreads;
The call of a sensuous feeling
quest for an inner calm ;
hidden in the depth
of your ocean.
To attain a heavenly pleasure
of all eternity
Burning is her breasts
Desirous of eternal truths of life
That arouses a passionate fit
In her still mind
Like the flow of tides;
Like the moon shrouded
In a thin veil of a cloud.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
and touch the hot earth;
The soul of beauty
emerge towards
your spicy body !
Whenever, the black clouds fades;
The whole of the sky
diminish towards
your face !
Whenever, the charms of silky skin spreads;
The call of a sensuous feeling
quest for an inner calm ;
hidden in the depth
of your ocean.
To attain a heavenly pleasure
of all eternity
Burning is her breasts
Desirous of eternal truths of life
That arouses a passionate fit
In her still mind
Like the flow of tides;
Like the moon shrouded
In a thin veil of a cloud.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Creations
Phoenix Birds have no doom
From scented snow of bloom
You thrush that serenades me daily
Would not trill out his glee so gaily,
Could he foretell his wrongful breath
Would sadly soon be stilled in death.
Yon lambs that frolic on the lea
Would scarce disport them could they see
And incarnate the joy of life,
The shadow of the butcher’s knife:
Oh Nature, with your loving ruth,
You spare them knowledge of Dark Truth.
Creation’s triumph ultimate
Where you will be intimate
To bring the sad humanity alone,
The grimness of the grave is known,
The dusty destiny is ever unknown
the bird and beast in their elegance
Effulgent it’s all in ignorance!
Oh man, provisioning the hearse,
with fortitude accept your curse !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
From scented snow of bloom
You thrush that serenades me daily
Would not trill out his glee so gaily,
Could he foretell his wrongful breath
Would sadly soon be stilled in death.
Yon lambs that frolic on the lea
Would scarce disport them could they see
And incarnate the joy of life,
The shadow of the butcher’s knife:
Oh Nature, with your loving ruth,
You spare them knowledge of Dark Truth.
Creation’s triumph ultimate
Where you will be intimate
To bring the sad humanity alone,
The grimness of the grave is known,
The dusty destiny is ever unknown
the bird and beast in their elegance
Effulgent it’s all in ignorance!
Oh man, provisioning the hearse,
with fortitude accept your curse !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Embrace....
Wet moon:
The elegant face;
Deep Ocean:
The blue eyes
Crystal clear:
The long neck
Lotus from the lake:
Tiny tits
Honey from jars:
Nip-lets
Veins run through her
Hills and valleys.
White silk space around
Her waist and long legs
The garden is empty.
We both enter:
To embrace the breeze
Kiss the winds,
Follow the streams;
Live below the leaves.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
The elegant face;
Deep Ocean:
The blue eyes
Crystal clear:
The long neck
Lotus from the lake:
Tiny tits
Honey from jars:
Nip-lets
Veins run through her
Hills and valleys.
White silk space around
Her waist and long legs
The garden is empty.
We both enter:
To embrace the breeze
Kiss the winds,
Follow the streams;
Live below the leaves.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Unlock........
From an expression still
scorching in my throat-
It is better to engrave than die;
with my fractured fingers;
I unlocked my memories;
The doors of the perished window;
Yesterday scribbled on a piece of paper.
The visitor is missing leaving the foot ware behind
Life too retreated after searching for a while in vain.
We alone remain at the end like rusted old vessels,
struggling love strangles us with creeping in,
Though we close the door mutually like this
The bonds of life and beyond call us back again.
A beat in the closed room within the heart
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
scorching in my throat-
It is better to engrave than die;
with my fractured fingers;
I unlocked my memories;
The doors of the perished window;
Yesterday scribbled on a piece of paper.
The visitor is missing leaving the foot ware behind
Life too retreated after searching for a while in vain.
We alone remain at the end like rusted old vessels,
struggling love strangles us with creeping in,
Though we close the door mutually like this
The bonds of life and beyond call us back again.
A beat in the closed room within the heart
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
On a journey
Let your two hands be the wing;
To carry me, whenever you sing;
At the hyped shelter of highness;
On a journey to eternal dimness;
My own pale lips unfit for a prayer;
Body, being called upon to his care;
May the drops under your blue eye;
Do not shed a tear of a good bye!
A song of a death is a cry for a birth;
Avail a plot to lie down in this earth !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
To carry me, whenever you sing;
At the hyped shelter of highness;
On a journey to eternal dimness;
My own pale lips unfit for a prayer;
Body, being called upon to his care;
May the drops under your blue eye;
Do not shed a tear of a good bye!
A song of a death is a cry for a birth;
Avail a plot to lie down in this earth !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
The Scar
I am the goddess of this beautiful earth;
who knows what all to happen, and not !
I am the deity of this bountiful ocean;
Who knows what all to perish, and not!
Since time has ploughed scars
on my natural virgin mud; and
since rain has nurtured tears
on my cheeks; dropping them
downwards……downwards...
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
who knows what all to happen, and not !
I am the deity of this bountiful ocean;
Who knows what all to perish, and not!
Since time has ploughed scars
on my natural virgin mud; and
since rain has nurtured tears
on my cheeks; dropping them
downwards……downwards...
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Seven Colors
A red sky bleeds
into the blue womb,
vibrant and vivid.
drops of rain cloud burst;
Then a rainbow blossoms
in seven colors...
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
into the blue womb,
vibrant and vivid.
drops of rain cloud burst;
Then a rainbow blossoms
in seven colors...
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Word is mute
Mind is always silent;
nightmares in and around
Body speaks a lot;
lightening in and out
volume is low
word is mute
understanding
is better;
knowing is worst;
be a stranger
of your own.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
nightmares in and around
Body speaks a lot;
lightening in and out
volume is low
word is mute
understanding
is better;
knowing is worst;
be a stranger
of your own.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Inspiration
Like a tenderness glow
on the red cheeks it flow;
a lyric emerge in your eye;
inspire me to write, till I die.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
on the red cheeks it flow;
a lyric emerge in your eye;
inspire me to write, till I die.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
The Mist
Although there is an blue river
flows silently between us,
Still the mist of forgetfulness
exists out of the windows;
Memories of shared lovely
Moments in life which is not yet
lost in the tides of time,
My soul still wishes you to be
Nearby my bedside always
To console, to treat and
To be part of mine.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
flows silently between us,
Still the mist of forgetfulness
exists out of the windows;
Memories of shared lovely
Moments in life which is not yet
lost in the tides of time,
My soul still wishes you to be
Nearby my bedside always
To console, to treat and
To be part of mine.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Sinfully...
Your lovely face
yielding my mirror;
two bluish eyes,
Waiting for my kiss
Your elegant neck,
framed within soft hair.
Your unpainted lips,
responsive to my breathe
You’re bursting breasts,
sinfully for an embrace
each nipple thirsting
to my loving touch.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
yielding my mirror;
two bluish eyes,
Waiting for my kiss
Your elegant neck,
framed within soft hair.
Your unpainted lips,
responsive to my breathe
You’re bursting breasts,
sinfully for an embrace
each nipple thirsting
to my loving touch.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Thursday 16 April 2015
To a Cute little girl....
Watch her first day at school
She climbs on the bus all alone
With the water bottle and bag
to clash back the moan as
You make her way back home
To applaud loud when she's in her first play
To help her with homework at the end of the day
To worship , cherish and watch her grow
To guide and teach her all that you know
To see her through good times,
To share in her pleasure and cry
When she is sad,
To hold her close and be by her side
To watch her through life as
Your heart fills with pride.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
She climbs on the bus all alone
With the water bottle and bag
to clash back the moan as
You make her way back home
To applaud loud when she's in her first play
To help her with homework at the end of the day
To worship , cherish and watch her grow
To guide and teach her all that you know
To see her through good times,
To share in her pleasure and cry
When she is sad,
To hold her close and be by her side
To watch her through life as
Your heart fills with pride.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
You are my own garden
My tongue talks
within your dialogue,
hence, I speak to you
without
my own tongue;
Your are my own
second tongue !
My hand hunts
within your mind,
hence, I touch you
without
my own hands;
You are my own
right hand !
My nose inhales
within your fragrance,
hence, I smell you
without
my own sense;
You are my own sixth sense !
My eyes clashes
within your eyes;
hence, I spark you
without my own lights;
You are my third loving eye!
My soul embraces
within your body;
hence, I spread
without my own thoughts;
you are my twilight vision !
My roses blossoms
within your dawn's;
hence, I close
without my own dusk's;
You are my own garden !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
within your dialogue,
hence, I speak to you
without
my own tongue;
Your are my own
second tongue !
My hand hunts
within your mind,
hence, I touch you
without
my own hands;
You are my own
right hand !
My nose inhales
within your fragrance,
hence, I smell you
without
my own sense;
You are my own sixth sense !
My eyes clashes
within your eyes;
hence, I spark you
without my own lights;
You are my third loving eye!
My soul embraces
within your body;
hence, I spread
without my own thoughts;
you are my twilight vision !
My roses blossoms
within your dawn's;
hence, I close
without my own dusk's;
You are my own garden !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Judas wins again
Judas was one among the twelve,
to whom Jesus poured his true love;
Offer fixed for thirty silver coins;
High priest's plot to handover wins
Jesus is still around, under betray;
Judas again survive with cash tray.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
to whom Jesus poured his true love;
Offer fixed for thirty silver coins;
High priest's plot to handover wins
Jesus is still around, under betray;
Judas again survive with cash tray.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Someone
Someone who is very close to me
shared my horoscope of yesterday;
As Taurus is my birth sign;
A women who has underestimated me
Before and belittled my potential,
Will prolong to go on for a revenge;
For a mistake, I had never committed.
If one door closes in front,
another will open either behind or side by;
a back-door is always an entry to come inside
without any permission, as this represents
the start of a new relationship,
with that someone, who is really in love with ?
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
shared my horoscope of yesterday;
As Taurus is my birth sign;
A women who has underestimated me
Before and belittled my potential,
Will prolong to go on for a revenge;
For a mistake, I had never committed.
If one door closes in front,
another will open either behind or side by;
a back-door is always an entry to come inside
without any permission, as this represents
the start of a new relationship,
with that someone, who is really in love with ?
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Love me alone
Close your eyes
I desire
Your flowers and leaves
Open your lips
I crave
Your drops and honey
Draw closer,
Do not hide
Behind the clouds
I wish a sunny face
Your voice echoed
Saying love me alone
I wish to hear your voice
Again saying:
Love me alone
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
I desire
Your flowers and leaves
Open your lips
I crave
Your drops and honey
Draw closer,
Do not hide
Behind the clouds
I wish a sunny face
Your voice echoed
Saying love me alone
I wish to hear your voice
Again saying:
Love me alone
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Rain Shower
A Haiku
____________________________
Today, rain shower was down;
In her eyes, wet tear drops flown;
But her love had grown !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
____________________________
Today, rain shower was down;
In her eyes, wet tear drops flown;
But her love had grown !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Flowers of Dawn
Flowers blossoms during dawn,
next to the melodies and songs of birds,
Enjoy the love and beauty around you
With these, I want to capture all our
intimate feelings of being present,
at this celestial moments of love.
The sweet from heart-to-heart,
Between flute and voice,
the play of sound and silence,
Multi-shared harmonies dancing
over smooth Latin grooves and
Elegant piano melodies invite us
to relax and to feel delighted !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
next to the melodies and songs of birds,
Enjoy the love and beauty around you
With these, I want to capture all our
intimate feelings of being present,
at this celestial moments of love.
The sweet from heart-to-heart,
Between flute and voice,
the play of sound and silence,
Multi-shared harmonies dancing
over smooth Latin grooves and
Elegant piano melodies invite us
to relax and to feel delighted !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
The Follower
A Haiku
_____________________________
While on visit to temple,
I imagine you as my own Goddess;
I become your only follower
_________________________________
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
_____________________________
While on visit to temple,
I imagine you as my own Goddess;
I become your only follower
_________________________________
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Hook !
A Haiku
_______________________________
All are entangled into net;
Either a big fish or a whale;
But, today you are hooked!
_______________________________
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
_______________________________
All are entangled into net;
Either a big fish or a whale;
But, today you are hooked!
_______________________________
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)