Our world is but a dot
Yet, everyone has each slot
Though speck in the galaxy
God put His rectifying apostasy.
The universe is but a wonder
That the mind cannot ponder
His work is marvelously great
No one put asunder nor fret.
No wonder its colored green
For all life enbank there when
The purpose of His first defection
Is to live and manifest in His creation.
The purpose was late hindered
A malevolent spirit put asundered
Every life was put in chaosness
One rose from the dead and fought all of these.
Violence isn't a good method
To depend oneself
Or an excuse to combat peace
Not an issue of extolling power
Nor a bravado of strength
A jealous person is prone
To commit crime if not hindered
An act of loving too much
Is a prelude to getting humiliation
If not controlled will led you to destruction
Hating is mind conditioning
While loving is heart rectifying
Trained your mind to things Godly
And you will have gains of its own.
O Night!how I miss your silent and peaceful precious time.
Easing heavy and inconsolable tiresome thoughts.
Where have all the skills of life vanished?
Only trails of vague shadow exists,
Then as mist does it leave.
Busy as it seems around.
But does honesty exist where you spend your day?
Rectifying something already done;
No genuine process in progress.
Someday one has to call it a day.
Recline to start all over anew again.
To live as God desires.
Why make everything complex
Complicate, replicate, concave, or convex?
I am a strong proponent of simplifying
If there’s a problem, it’s for rectifying!
written November 29, 2021
Surmising they are right and never wrong.
Confidence in what they do makes them strong.
Opportunistic with whatever comes along.
Rectifying anything that may go wrong.
Perspicacious judgment in all that they see.
Insight into all eliminates any mystery.
Occupations produce goods and services with quality.
March 30, 2012
A Changed Man
Remember my words
One day you will realize
Pain you gave us with your acts.
What happens to your promise?
Protecting family from evils.
Feel our thoughts
How you broke our hearts
And others with your words
What pleasure you get by harsh words
It’s time to rein your thoughts.
Understand our agonies
Soon you will become conscious
With your misbehavior
Creating more enemies.
Now, at least control your angers.
Think about our lives
Cannot live like losers
Why everyone avoids you
None to blame for your misfortunes
You are responsible, only you.
Still you can change the situations
By rectifying your misdeeds,
Rational behavior with others,
Resort only to positive thoughts,
Showing continuous progress in your acts.
Initially, they would not believe you.
But consistent good work by you,
Improvement in your behaviors,
Avoidance of negative thoughts,
People around you will realize changes.
Changing one’s perception is difficult.
May take time, eventually there will be trust.
With consistent betterment in your act,
With constant flow of positive thought,
Surely a changed man will stand out.
A Friend's Son
Written: By Tom Wright
2001
Among visions I sit,
drowning in tears, for a son.
Reading foretelling signs, that now
are more apparent beyond his demise.
His life, cut short by drugs, has left pain,
and bitter memories of death by misadventure.
Oh, that his days and circumstances could be retracted,
that once again he be counted among the living.
But then, there are no chances beyond death
for rectifying unwise decisions. Therefore,
the most to be hoped for, and the least
one should expect, would be that
those remaining learn from this;
that they too might not become
entangled in the same snare.
My desk is a mess;
I’m nothing less.
Stacks of paper, unpaid bills.
I render the scene with bottles and pills.
Rectifying my being; brainwashing my head,
Writing my character off in a script already dead.
Hope.........
Hope,a child's longing for petty things.
Hope,a bird's strive for it's fledglings.
Hope,a poor-man's prayer when it's raining.
Hope, a man's wish for life when drowning.
Hope,a bedouin's search for the lost dromedary,
Hope,an old couple's wish to meet their progeny.
Hope,a dying woman's recluse in the after-life.
Hope, innocent desires of a kid's life.
Hope in God's mercy in everything good or bad.
Hope in God's will,when in joy or sad.
Hope of rain when it's hot as owen.
Hope of sun, when cold & frozen.
Hope,an everlasting sensation.
Hope, a rectifying sensation.
Hope gives life it's true meaning.
Hope enjoys, despair complaining.
Hope energizes today for tomorrow.
Hope is sowing seeds for reaping tomorrow .
Hope transcends from Here to Hereafter.
Hope corrects this life & life-after.
Against attentiveness,all arrived at alarming an agreement,
But best before,big brothers begun bathing behind bordered basement,
Could cane caution correctly,creating common checks?
Don't disturb determiners destroying developed dretch,
Even enemies embedded eminence encloses earth,
For five fowls flying frankly felt first,
Greatness granted ghosts gurging goals,
Holy,holy,...harlots hidden homes,
Intimidation is icing in itchiness,
Just jelt Jailers jaunting jowls,
Kindly keep kings keenly,
Letting little liars like long life,
Men modeled me mainly,
Naming new nations noteably,
Only options open old oracles,
Proving professionalism pertained,
Queens queued quickly quackles,
Rectifying rules rendered raptly,
So shall souls see salvation secured,
Than thinking tomorrow tells the truth,
Unknown ultraroyalists understand universal uglesome,
Virtually vitalizing viewers vexed,
When we win wonderfully without wickedness,
X-country xianity xenagogue,
Yes,y'all yielders yeans,
Zealously zeroizing zoetic zones...zones!
Nothing can prepare one
My heart froze, there was no sun
Tears streaming, I couldn’t run
Ice cold shivers, what can be done?
Laying in fetal position
Your wings, was your mission
Heaven waiting for new addition
No more need for a physician
Holding pictures of your loved ones
Letters you wrote, by tones
My help was like crumbs
Wished I could pray in Tongues
I cannot lose you!
If people only knew
How we brewed a stew
You were life’s guru
I hear breathing
Are you just sleeping?
Are you hearing me pleading?
I’m doing it with so much meaning
I see you crying!
It is so horrifying
It must have been terrifying
Life’s wrong doing, you rectifying
I know your pain
Disappointment, loss and hurt, it contain
Hid behind a smile in vain
Hardly like the autumn rain
Your face will always be
The last thing I always see
One day we’ll have our cup of tea
And talk about life’s debris
Till then rest peaceful my dear sis
In God’s heavens so bliss
You were always loved remember this
Our hearts will break as we miss
After waiting for long time,
Finally I have collected.
My original degree certificate,
Smile floats on face more.
Being Doctor of Philosophy,
In Business Administration
I was waiting for this convocation
Finally this arrived with joy.
Passing through time of research,
Investing mind's attention,
Affection grew for Business Studies,
Process was completed by efforts.
Spirituality serves human resources,
Being spiritual we grow positively,
Rectifying organizational attitudes,
Employees tolerate pressure.
Now in journey of higher degree,
I am busy in Post-Doctoral research,
Already going to complete one year,
I hope to become Doctor of Literature.
By his mercy I have completed,
Beloved father of heaven is graceful,
God shows me destination, I proceed,
I feel his presence in my mind.
By his command in inner heart,
I feel emotion and love to serve,
This degree of Doctor of Philosophy
I dedicate to God, I nod in his lotus feet.
© Pintu Mahakul, 10, March 2017. All rights reserved.
Life is like a wheel-circular. Take your time and learn.
Time:day to night;
Seasons: autumn, summer, fall and winter;
sleeping to waking up;
working to resting;
living things to decomposition;
sowing to reaping;
buying and selling;
selling and buying;
unlearnind bad habits to learning good habits;
Making mistakes to rectifying mistakes;
giving and taking; loving and being loved;
circular that i despise and trying to avoid- argument with a fool.
life is like a wheel-circular. Take your time and learn.
Through the midnight
blue of your eyes
The glowing glory of
the sun
Rectifying this pure
embrace
As all worries are
now shunned
Silken haze of
twilight
Shinning through
Is dazzling
starlight
Between my steady
breaths
Earth shakes away
its scars
Streaking knots of
bitter sweetness
Slaying old memories
Amongst the
inescapable horror
Undignified escape
I listed a thousand
tears
Then held tight to
the beginning
Letting the midnight
blue of your eyes
Radiate inside me
Streaming with tears
I surrendered
Locked with you for
eternity
I shuddered and bled
Wishing for another
me
When trapped in "FEAR'S PLAYGROUND"
There's Fear of everything...
Fear of Losing, Fear of Winning.
Fear of things Endings and Beginning.
Fear of Trusting , Fear of Loving.
Fear of losing the grip that keeps me strutting.
Fear of being at the point where this notion...
Can no longer be seen with eyes wide open,
That Fear is Yesssss A Very Vicious Emotion,
But it's one that doesn't have to be so paralyzing.
By the contrary it can be reviving and rectifying,
To the soul with a little strategizing.
Fear can be the stepping stone to"Greatness" and not always traumatizing.
But you must fight through it before reaping the rewards of " Fear's Falling and Strengths Uprising".
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