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.
A color pot.......
My paint brush dips deep
in the warm color pot
of your endless desire;
and spread to every corner;
the ink of obsession
flows for me tonight
so I may show you how.
It feels to be so truly needed
by an keen lover.
I hunger to write verse of a lover's power
upon the shining of your skin;
Secret words that only
you can comprehend
till my brush runs dry
and I return to dip again
in the ink made by nature
for the calligraphy of desire
Life has become a color pot !
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in the warm color pot
of your endless desire;
and spread to every corner;
the ink of obsession
flows for me tonight
so I may show you how.
It feels to be so truly needed
by an keen lover.
I hunger to write verse of a lover's power
upon the shining of your skin;
Secret words that only
you can comprehend
till my brush runs dry
and I return to dip again
in the ink made by nature
for the calligraphy of desire
Life has become a color pot !
______________________________
BY
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The Shore stood near nude
A Sun took a shower in the deep sea…
holding the swell up of her breasts
in roaring tides;
The Shore stood near nude
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
A HAIKU POEM ON NATURE
holding the swell up of her breasts
in roaring tides;
The Shore stood near nude
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
A HAIKU POEM ON NATURE
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The Woman
You are like
the ripe grape fruit;
This fruit is the best
from among the fruits
of my love garden.
This is what you are
like among other
fruits of sweet.
I sit under your
shade and shadow
with great pleasure,
nurturing your
new grown up leaves…..
By
Williamsji Maveli
the ripe grape fruit;
This fruit is the best
from among the fruits
of my love garden.
This is what you are
like among other
fruits of sweet.
I sit under your
shade and shadow
with great pleasure,
nurturing your
new grown up leaves…..
By
Williamsji Maveli
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A feather Touch....
My love is hidden in your tears;
My lust is a burden in your fears;
My feather touch is on your tits;
the weather cools down on your visits.
Your are now my outdoor nature;
Within you, a life becomes mature;
Sweet honey flows on the red lips;
Ripened fruits grow on your ribs.
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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
My lust is a burden in your fears;
My feather touch is on your tits;
the weather cools down on your visits.
Your are now my outdoor nature;
Within you, a life becomes mature;
Sweet honey flows on the red lips;
Ripened fruits grow on your ribs.
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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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A day in the life of an Actress !
She is at her sweet seventeen of age,
Fresh, perfumed, smelling cleavage;
Sacred heart, beats for a love ablaze;
Body is spicy, fruity in a way to amaze;
Morning shoot outdoor; with make-up;
Mid-night scene indoors, a close-up;
Again at dawn, a swim suit episode;
at mid-day, a Hero’s ego to explode;
A lovely show to strip off her heart;
Well done, applause, pack up at last;
Her inner desires triggers for an upshot;
Dialogues turns dim; goes dumb and mute.
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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Fresh, perfumed, smelling cleavage;
Sacred heart, beats for a love ablaze;
Body is spicy, fruity in a way to amaze;
Morning shoot outdoor; with make-up;
Mid-night scene indoors, a close-up;
Again at dawn, a swim suit episode;
at mid-day, a Hero’s ego to explode;
A lovely show to strip off her heart;
Well done, applause, pack up at last;
Her inner desires triggers for an upshot;
Dialogues turns dim; goes dumb and mute.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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Under My Blue Sky !
Under my blue sky,
You be my own moon;
I shall shelter you..
In my rose garden
you be my own red rose;
I shall smell you!
In my Sweet fruit
you be my own hot kiss;
I shall shade you !
In my own embrace
You be my own lust
I shall place you!
In my own body
You be my own debris
I shall impress you
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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
You be my own moon;
I shall shelter you..
In my rose garden
you be my own red rose;
I shall smell you!
In my Sweet fruit
you be my own hot kiss;
I shall shade you !
In my own embrace
You be my own lust
I shall place you!
In my own body
You be my own debris
I shall impress you
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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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Up & Down
The Sun burns on my top;
It’s cool and wet down
It was a beautiful day time;
At the lonely sandy sea beach;
She came walking slowly in half nude;
Knocking the sand-built hills in mood;
Her smooth brownish skin shines;
in the warmth of the morning heat;
The top most is almost uncovered;
Sun started shading towards the shore
After a while, she sighed and sat up
gazing out at the embracing waves,
watching the birds; listening to nature
playing in the water; swimming down,
towards her deepest lust for a love-drop!
A burning sun on top; a...
It’s cool and wet down
It was a beautiful day time;
At the lonely sandy sea beach;
She came walking slowly in half nude;
Knocking the sand-built hills in mood;
Her smooth brownish skin shines;
in the warmth of the morning heat;
The top most is almost uncovered;
Sun started shading towards the shore
After a while, she sighed and sat up
gazing out at the embracing waves,
watching the birds; listening to nature
playing in the water; swimming down,
towards her deepest lust for a love-drop!
A burning sun on top; a...
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Your Elegant Face !
I saw a blossomed lotus
in a blue lake of love;
I plucked one of its petals
unknowingly.
later by dusk
it faded away
into your cheeks;
then it became
Your elegant face !
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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
in a blue lake of love;
I plucked one of its petals
unknowingly.
later by dusk
it faded away
into your cheeks;
then it became
Your elegant face !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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Your Body is a Canvas!
Your body is a canvas,
where I sketch my
images of love;
Your lips are ripened fruits,
where I pluck my
desires of lust;
Your long hair is a river,
where I swim along with
the flow of the wind.
Your breasts are white doves,
nested and nurtured in a
cage of milky glows,
In short;
You are being
poured, served
in hot;
into my cups of thirst!
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
where I sketch my
images of love;
Your lips are ripened fruits,
where I pluck my
desires of lust;
Your long hair is a river,
where I swim along with
the flow of the wind.
Your breasts are white doves,
nested and nurtured in a
cage of milky glows,
In short;
You are being
poured, served
in hot;
into my cups of thirst!
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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The first Sin !
It has become really a burden
If this is a mistake, please pardon;
to worship you in my own alter
and lust for you in my shelter
Let me be soaked in your
warm, soft, wet
rain showers
and it has become
a never-ending love
My thirstily lips are eager to taste away
the sweat that drops down
from your open breasts
It will stain my dried skin
making my first sin
A lifetime of pledge and promise
to be mutually, together shared
with the one you have chosen.
Two beings become one,
To shred us away from each other
would...
If this is a mistake, please pardon;
to worship you in my own alter
and lust for you in my shelter
Let me be soaked in your
warm, soft, wet
rain showers
and it has become
a never-ending love
My thirstily lips are eager to taste away
the sweat that drops down
from your open breasts
It will stain my dried skin
making my first sin
A lifetime of pledge and promise
to be mutually, together shared
with the one you have chosen.
Two beings become one,
To shred us away from each other
would...
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You are my Ocean!
Never thought I would
flow like a blue river
and flood my freshness
into your salty ocean!
Never dreamed I would grow
Like a tall tree;
flourish my sweetness
into your strong roots!
Never thought I would leave
or surrender my life
into your lifeless end
never thought
I would lose my song
for its invalid silence;
the free will of my waters
for its calm tides
that are eternally
your ocean !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
flow like a blue river
and flood my freshness
into your salty ocean!
Never dreamed I would grow
Like a tall tree;
flourish my sweetness
into your strong roots!
Never thought I would leave
or surrender my life
into your lifeless end
never thought
I would lose my song
for its invalid silence;
the free will of my waters
for its calm tides
that are eternally
your ocean !
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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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Flames In Her Eyes !
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Flames in her eyes
grows brighter and brighter
until you can no longer see it.
You feel such a great love
coming from these beams.
The glow fades, taking you with it.
In its place two small globes of
crystal sparks; then rolls back up
to the shape of hard stones;
later to become the tear drops
from the eyes once again.
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Flames in her eyes
grows brighter and brighter
until you can no longer see it.
You feel such a great love
coming from these beams.
The glow fades, taking you with it.
In its place two small globes of
crystal sparks; then rolls back up
to the shape of hard stones;
later to become the tear drops
from the eyes once again.
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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