Long Self willed Poems
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He ceased from living in hell
That unholy prince of hell
He takes his hostile abode everywhere
His alluring angst's felt more here
The world now knows no bounds
Unhealthy redundant show of pow'r 'n will
Echoes of sheer messed up freewill
So boisterous like crashing of cymbals sounds
Gave his best shot to outrun his fate
One is smarter, one ended up late
Many powers faltered that one failed course
I thus feel lost in this terrestrial discourse
God forgive us in this world of ugly sinners
As we find solace in our faith's glimmers
We try to pure ourselves still we set us apart
We seek to be found yet don't know where to start
In the abyss of merciless self-willed sin
We become servants to desires that daily spin
From the shackles of our earthly tether
Help us seek Your liberty as we hope for the better
March 1 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Deuteronomy 5-7
Key Verse – Deuteronomy 5:2 The LORD our God made a covenant with us in Horeb.
HEART THAT HONOURS THE LORD FOR HIS COVENANT WITH US
Our heart honours the Lord for His covenant with us, so holy
Ever righteous, constraining our souls for true worship sincerely
Never sin-afflicted as it seeks for us to work willingly…
We repent for falling short miserably in not pleasing Him by faith fervently.
Our heart honours the Lord for His covenant with us, so perfect
Ever infallible, worthy of our respect as we prayerfully introspect
Never erroneous because He is the Source of omniscient intellect…
We repent for failing to go where our feet He does direct.
Our heart honours the Lord for His covenant with us, so important
Ever vital, urging our commitment to succeed since we are not resistant
Never irrelevant with regard to eternal aim which is significant…
We repent for undermining His blessings caused by our vanity, worldly dominant.
Our heart honours the Lord for His covenant with us, so profitable
Ever useful, inspiring our spirits in divine tasks’ timetable
Never burdensome since it is graciously bearable…
We repent for complaining about His commands of which we are incapable.
Our heart honours the Lord for His covenant with us, so goodness-filled
Ever satisfying, gladdening our devotion to be joyously thrilled
Never intimidating in subjugating arrogance that’s self-willed…
We repent for finding ourselves against His plan, discontentedly-grilled.
Our heart honours the Lord for His covenant with us, so rewarding
Ever fruitful, increasing our diligence toward plenteous abounding
Never lacking, strengthening our trust upon His Word with understanding…
We repent for struggling in defending His kingdom whenever we are backsliding.
Our heart honours the Lord for His covenant with us, so glorious
Ever marvelous, brightening our future when we are hopelessly delirious
Never gloomy since it assures triumphant success against sins that are notorious…
We repent for serving not with our best, forgetting that He wants us to be victorious.
March 1, 2026
So many writes about valentines, perfect life partner
Are they telling the truth?
Do perfect people exist?
I doubt, I haven't seen any!
My husband is a normal human
As selfish, self-willed, peculiar and particular as any other human
Many of his actions irritate me, He refuses to change.
I have learnt to accept and adjust .
He goes to office when I have fever
Says he is holding a responsible position, cannot take leave.
His family and son are more important than me
They are blood relationship that's why maybe
But I am still very happy with my valentine
He has many qualities that are praiseworthy
He doesn't smoke or drink, is not womanizer
He has good value system
He is a responsible person
Earns enough to provide for all family needs
He takes good care of self, all for his family
Exercise, walking, proper diet...
He helps me when he is free
Was by my side whenever I was hospitalized
Has never given me a gift till date
but has given me freedom to buy all that I want
He doesn't care for my looks
Believes real beauty lies within, praises my good heart
He is not perfect, nor am I
We understand each other, adjust and manage to live happily
I am perfectly satisfied for I know there is nothing called perfect human
Perfection exists only in movies and literature.
Regarding love, what is true love I am not clear
I admit my son is more dear to me than my husband.
19th Feb 2021
Placed 1st in Valentine contest
I need God’s help from above, His empowerment’s might
Ready to smite my haughtiness of carnality’s arrogance
Reproving me of my stubbornness along pride’s elegance…
Humbly yielding, my heart accepts His aid that does providentially smite.
Midst my debility inflicted by sin-caused frailty
I come to the Saviour Whose love makes me to be soul-stilled
He deals with me by His precepts, correcting my being self-willed…
Now, I submit to Him fully, loving and living for Him – my Lord Almighty.
2Samuel 22:33 God is my strength and power: and he maketh my way perfect.
June 14, 2019
If your voice holds no flame, just the echo of night,
A hollow refrain with no spark to ignite,
Then let the stillness rise, let the quiet remain—
For a word without fire is a breath without name...
Then let the stillness rise, let your whispers take flight,
For the dark cannot teach, and the void gives no light...
And if your words burn, but they blaze for your name,
A wildfire of pride that consumes without aim—
Then hush now, my soul, lest you fan your own shame,
For the self-willed are dust, and their embers betray.
Speak not for the sake of the sound in your chest,
But to carry the light that the Heavens have blessed.
For the lips that confess with no hunger, no awe,
Are but shadows that dance on a temple’s cold wall.
Oh, speak with the light or surrender to Grace,
Let the Divine fill the unspoken space.
For the holiest tongues know when to be still,
When silence is worship, when love is the will.
Oh, the Divine fire glows,
Where the humble heart goes,
In the quiet, it shows—
More than speech knows.
Man is a jumble of contradictions,
I know, a hard nut to crack!
So unfathomable, so mysterious-
at once a Satan and an angel.
To the outer world I am someone.
But in the well-guarded cellars of my privacy
aren’t I different~
hiding my innards to light, as every other man?
Am I not a masked player in life’s pantomime?
At times, I feel so proud,
excessively in love with my own image,
like Narcissus, the poor hunter boy
fated by gods to languish
on the bank of a pond,
over his own floating image!
However, with all my strength within,
do I not feel as helpless as Prometheus bound,
waiting for a Hercules to come
and save me from my plight.
If Prometheus’ bondage was God willed,
mine is self- willed…!
Is the difference so very crucial?
Sometimes I feel I am Janus,
looking backward and forward
into my past and my future,
never living in the present.
Or am I more a Sisyphus,
eternally rolling a rock over to the cliff
from where it keeps falling down?
Sometimes I wonder,
amid great splendor, do I not starve
like Tantalus of Greece in the pool,
beneath the tree, with the low- lying branches of fruits
constantly eluding his grasp,
and the water, ever receding before
he could take a drink!
As a poet, how I wish I could
equate myself with Calliope,
carving my mind on the wax tablet
with stylus, my pen and coloring it with my fancy.
Or Orpheus, so skilled in music
that with my sad musings,
I can make even Hades, weep
and the rocks to fall in line!
I shudder to be a Medusa,
turning everyone to a stone
with my sinister glance!
Instead, I want to be one of the Graces
and never one among the Gorgons.
Pitched in this gallery
of strange mythological entities,
I wonder how I appear to others
with all my multiplicities
of character and identity!
*Long long ago there was a very rich father who had a very large family. He built a large house anticipating his family. His children were normal and grew up with the standards that their father set. Occasionally, one or the other would step out of line, but they all respected their very understanding father.
But there was one who often stepped out of line and became more rebellious by not only disregarding his father's standards but by starting to make his own rules. The self-willed son finally grew up and went out on his own, making his own decisions and managing his own life and livelihood with the wealth he had obtained through his father's good graces. Quite often he had to humble himself and request the aid and wisdom of his father. This went well as long as the father would grant him his desires without questions.
When the father made inquiries so as to better assist his son in becoming self-sufficient and independent, the son became angry to the bewilderment and sadness of his father. The father was patient with his son but began to be at a loss pertaining to how he could really help his son. The father was not overbearing nor one desiring to control his adult son. He simply loved him dearly and wanted to see him become successful and happy as he pursued his own life's purpose.
However, matters at times grew from bad to worse, especially when the son would shout out what seemed to be his favorite demand of his father, "I want you to stay out of my business!". Why, the father could not understand such a demand, because he never was a volunteer, but rather was always recruited or drafted by his son into his vast array of adversities and conflicts whether they were financial, marital, or parental. It's sad when a son wants his father to be "in or out" of his life on the son's terms alone.
03252018FBPS *America, my great country, reminds me of The Prodigal Son story in the Bible. This is a fictitious description of America's rebellion against God.
“…I have loved thee with an everlasting love:
therefore with lovingkindness have I drawn thee.”*
With such compassion-filled assertion,
the Supreme Lover assured me His unconditional love
along His grace, mercy, forgiveness and peace
despite of who I was: tenaciously stubborn and self-willed
midst my human nature’s vanities, flaws, imperfections
even though by divine perspective, I was utterly worthless.
“How unfathomable” was my reaction
Marked by vehement refusal...
…Making the story incomplete.
“…I have loved thee with an everlasting love:
therefore with lovingkindness have I drawn thee.”
Again, such truth reverberated---reaching my heart
Expressed by the sovereign Source and Author of love
With His goodness, provisions and wisdom
Subduing my self-righteousness, arrogance, loftiness
Vanquishing my skepticism, doubts, apprehensions
Conquering my sinfulness, guilt, shame…
“How sacrificing” was my response...
Moved by faith He has granted,
I trusted Him – my Savior…
...Making the love story complete!
*Jeremiah 31:3 The LORD hath appeared of old unto me, saying, Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love: therefore with lovingkindness have I drawn thee.
July 20, 2018
1st place, "Standard Contest No. 105" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 7/28/2018.
How would you like a woman who is not beautiful
Or how would she make an achievement in any day
How would you like a woman who is not talented
Or she can achieve something through her tough mind
You think she is beautiful, but not beautiful outside
A little bit not like a woman, she knows self-defense
Actually there are no rules to define what beauty is
What is a woman like or a man like as it perceive
What I like a woman is simple, no inhibition, no frills
She is the one that I admire, I just feel it in my heart
Sometimes she may be a bit arbitrary, self-willed
Unreasonable or kind of independent and different
But if everyone in the world can understand her
Though how mediocre could she be at her own will.
8/4/2025
Countless individuals
have become self willed.
Seems each day that passes
innocent people are killed.
Shootings and stabbings
have become the norm.
To society’s prescript,
many loath to to conform.
Perpetrators all receive
what we call “due Process.”
So they’re given a lawyer
who excels at aggress.
Because oft times the penalty
doesn’t fit the crime.
Some are granted pardons
precluding doing their time.
Many times the perpetrators
upon return to the street.
Unwilling to seek a job
and with others compete.
They return to the same life
they failed to escape.
They were given second chances
to slash, shoot, loot and rape.