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When I Found Thee (The Sonnet) | Woman Over World
When I found thee,
40 inch chest turned 50.
When I found thee,
A savage mind realized humanity.
When I found thee,
A poor vagabond became a beacon.
When I found thee,
A cowardly heart became a lion.
Every cunning tradesman says,
The trade of love is sheer torment.
I say, better love and be hurt,
For wounds of love are a lover's ornament.
You appeared, and I found hope in every corner.
Even amidst all hell I saw paradise appear.
40 inch chest turned 50.
When I found thee,
A savage mind realized humanity.
When I found thee,
A poor vagabond became a beacon.
When I found thee,
A cowardly heart became a lion.
Every cunning tradesman says,
The trade of love is sheer torment.
I say, better love and be hurt,
For wounds of love are a lover's ornament.
You appeared, and I found hope in every corner.
Even amidst all hell I saw paradise appear.
Honor He Wrote Sonnet 75
Let me hold your hand,
Let me be your home.
Here, take my heart,
Heart to heart life is honed.
There is no I, only Us,
There is no Us, only I.
Sounds confusing, right!
Because Love is across all Us and I.
In love all of me is you,
In love all of you is me.
In love it’s all messed up,
The sweetest mess we could ever be.
So come, let’s be messed up together.
Perhaps then things might get a little clear.
Let me be your home.
Here, take my heart,
Heart to heart life is honed.
There is no I, only Us,
There is no Us, only I.
Sounds confusing, right!
Because Love is across all Us and I.
In love all of me is you,
In love all of you is me.
In love it’s all messed up,
The sweetest mess we could ever be.
So come, let’s be messed up together.
Perhaps then things might get a little clear.
Home is not where the heart is, home is where the heart is lost. | Amor Apocalypse
When all are one sentience,
Language withers and fades away.
Let’s sit together and speak in silence,
Let’s be light to each other’s way.
Sevgili ol, sevgili kal!
Bu hayatta sevgiden daha
hiçbir şey önemli değil.
Eğer seviyorsa çocuk gibi sev,
kuru soğuk gibi değil.
Barış gelecek, barış kalacak,
Ama önce insan insan olmalı, hayvan değil.
Kâinatin tek hakikat, aşktır,
Aşktan başka her şey yalan.
Kalbin kıyameti, nefrettir,
Nefretten vazgeçen her biri, mucize insan.
İnsan yanımda kalan birini değil,
kalbinde kalan birini sever.
El hogar no es donde está el corazón,
el hogar es donde el corazón se pierde.
What are we? Soldiers of love.
Why did we come to existence?
To be each other’s ladder in life.
What are we? Boulders of love.
Why did we come to existence?
To bulldozer each other’s crisis in life.
One day all of us will end up six feet under,
do you want your grave
to stink of hate or smell of love!
I for one will die of love despite hate,
so that even when I’m gone,
I leave behind nothing but love.
Language withers and fades away.
Let’s sit together and speak in silence,
Let’s be light to each other’s way.
Sevgili ol, sevgili kal!
Bu hayatta sevgiden daha
hiçbir şey önemli değil.
Eğer seviyorsa çocuk gibi sev,
kuru soğuk gibi değil.
Barış gelecek, barış kalacak,
Ama önce insan insan olmalı, hayvan değil.
Kâinatin tek hakikat, aşktır,
Aşktan başka her şey yalan.
Kalbin kıyameti, nefrettir,
Nefretten vazgeçen her biri, mucize insan.
İnsan yanımda kalan birini değil,
kalbinde kalan birini sever.
El hogar no es donde está el corazón,
el hogar es donde el corazón se pierde.
What are we? Soldiers of love.
Why did we come to existence?
To be each other’s ladder in life.
What are we? Boulders of love.
Why did we come to existence?
To bulldozer each other’s crisis in life.
One day all of us will end up six feet under,
do you want your grave
to stink of hate or smell of love!
I for one will die of love despite hate,
so that even when I’m gone,
I leave behind nothing but love.
Best of poetry is an act of selfless care | Yarasitan
It takes a lot of heart to build trust,
Even more to keep the trust.
But what if both hearts are in pieces,
How will they ever overcome their past!
The answer is really quite simple, and yet,
It is the last revelation to be crystal clear.
Seek not for perfection but for the being,
Broken in heart but intact in character.
The road to joy is paved with broken hearts,
Broken heart is something to cherish not mourn.
Heart not broken is a heart devoid of life,
That’s how the pieces of two fit together as one.
Poet has no power over the muse,
It’s the muse who powers the poet.
Best of poetry is an act of selfless care,
As the poet pens the pain through hopelessness.
Even more to keep the trust.
But what if both hearts are in pieces,
How will they ever overcome their past!
The answer is really quite simple, and yet,
It is the last revelation to be crystal clear.
Seek not for perfection but for the being,
Broken in heart but intact in character.
The road to joy is paved with broken hearts,
Broken heart is something to cherish not mourn.
Heart not broken is a heart devoid of life,
That’s how the pieces of two fit together as one.
Poet has no power over the muse,
It’s the muse who powers the poet.
Best of poetry is an act of selfless care,
As the poet pens the pain through hopelessness.
Sonnet 1019 | The Centurion Sermon
“Time is illusion,
Only love is real.
And if love is unreal,
It’s worth more than
all things factual.
Life is love,
God is love.
Mind is love,
The world is love.
Either everything is love,
or there is nothing.
Either we are all lovers,
or we are nothing.
All time is illusion,
unless it’s a record of love.
Life is but illusion,
till it’s an instrument of love.”
“Soneto 1019
El tiempo es ilusión,
único amor es realidad.
Si dices, amor es ilusión,
vale más que toda factualidad.
Vida es amor,
Dios es amor,
Mente es amor,
Mundo es amor.
O todo es amor,
o no hay nada
O somos amantes,
o no somos nada.
Todo tiempo es ilusión, salvo
que sea un registro de amor.
La vida es ilusión, hasta que
es un instrumento de amor.”
Only love is real.
And if love is unreal,
It’s worth more than
all things factual.
Life is love,
God is love.
Mind is love,
The world is love.
Either everything is love,
or there is nothing.
Either we are all lovers,
or we are nothing.
All time is illusion,
unless it’s a record of love.
Life is but illusion,
till it’s an instrument of love.”
“Soneto 1019
El tiempo es ilusión,
único amor es realidad.
Si dices, amor es ilusión,
vale más que toda factualidad.
Vida es amor,
Dios es amor,
Mente es amor,
Mundo es amor.
O todo es amor,
o no hay nada
O somos amantes,
o no somos nada.
Todo tiempo es ilusión, salvo
que sea un registro de amor.
La vida es ilusión, hasta que
es un instrumento de amor.”
Love Sensible is No Love | Amor Apocalypse
To hear is to be heard,
To see is to be seen.
To speak for is to be spoken for,
Clean mind makes the world clean.
Just mind makes the world just,
Just heart makes the head just.
Just civilians make democracy just,
Just household makes the neighborhood just.
The world inside is the world outside,
When there is love inside there is love outside.
The beauty inside is the beauty outside,
When there is sense inside there is sense outside.
To sense nonsense is the highest sense,
To sense love is even higher sense.
To put all sense under love is higher still,
If there’s no love in senses, all sense is nonsense.
Love sensible is no love,
You can have either sensibility or love.
If love doesn’t wipe out all our fake order,
It ain’t love but mere ravings of the daft.
“Love alone brings order eternal,
Order brought by law is shortlived.
Only selfless lovers make good lawmakers,
All others are just playing make belief.
Let love come as apocalypse and wipe out,
All that is rigid, all that is prehistoric.
Welcome love into your life as a purifying force,
Let it bring you to life anew and terrific.
Life is terrific when life has love but,
To have love and to have lover ain’t the same.
Lover isn’t one who has someone to love them back,
But one who radiates love,
despite living in drought without rain.
None knows the value of rain,
But the land of eternal drought.
None knows the value of love,
But the heart that loves despite hurt.
Only the one who knows pain,
Can love another without gain.
Only the heart that knows hurt,
Can help another without rain.
To see is to be seen.
To speak for is to be spoken for,
Clean mind makes the world clean.
Just mind makes the world just,
Just heart makes the head just.
Just civilians make democracy just,
Just household makes the neighborhood just.
The world inside is the world outside,
When there is love inside there is love outside.
The beauty inside is the beauty outside,
When there is sense inside there is sense outside.
To sense nonsense is the highest sense,
To sense love is even higher sense.
To put all sense under love is higher still,
If there’s no love in senses, all sense is nonsense.
Love sensible is no love,
You can have either sensibility or love.
If love doesn’t wipe out all our fake order,
It ain’t love but mere ravings of the daft.
“Love alone brings order eternal,
Order brought by law is shortlived.
Only selfless lovers make good lawmakers,
All others are just playing make belief.
Let love come as apocalypse and wipe out,
All that is rigid, all that is prehistoric.
Welcome love into your life as a purifying force,
Let it bring you to life anew and terrific.
Life is terrific when life has love but,
To have love and to have lover ain’t the same.
Lover isn’t one who has someone to love them back,
But one who radiates love,
despite living in drought without rain.
None knows the value of rain,
But the land of eternal drought.
None knows the value of love,
But the heart that loves despite hurt.
Only the one who knows pain,
Can love another without gain.
Only the heart that knows hurt,
Can help another without rain.
Love is the bane (The Sonnet) | Armor of The World
Love is the boon,
Love is the bane.
Love is relief,
Love is the pain.
From love will come your troubles,
From love will rise your answer.
You’ll fail in love, you’ll fly in love,
In love’s insanity your sight will clear.
Love is torture,
Love is disaster.
Love exposes the counterfeits,
While it purifies the lover.
In a world run by calculating coldness,
be the anomaly of love insensible.
Cure for this anemic world, is your love impossible.
Love is the bane.
Love is relief,
Love is the pain.
From love will come your troubles,
From love will rise your answer.
You’ll fail in love, you’ll fly in love,
In love’s insanity your sight will clear.
Love is torture,
Love is disaster.
Love exposes the counterfeits,
While it purifies the lover.
In a world run by calculating coldness,
be the anomaly of love insensible.
Cure for this anemic world, is your love impossible.
I looked for love, I found pain | Abhijit Naskar | Insan Himalayanoğlu
“I looked for love,
I found pain.
I avoided pain,
I lost love.
I looked for pain,
I found love.
I accepted pain,
I discovered joy.”
“Aşkı aradım,
Acıları buldum.
Acıları terkettim,
Aşkı kaybettim.
Acıları aradım,
Aşkı buldum.
Acılara sarıldım,
Saadetimi buldum.”
“Buscando amor,
Encontré dolor.
Evitando dolor,
Perdí el amor.
Buscando dolor,
Encontre amor.
Aceptando dolor,
Me levanté amador.”
I found pain.
I avoided pain,
I lost love.
I looked for pain,
I found love.
I accepted pain,
I discovered joy.”
“Aşkı aradım,
Acıları buldum.
Acıları terkettim,
Aşkı kaybettim.
Acıları aradım,
Aşkı buldum.
Acılara sarıldım,
Saadetimi buldum.”
“Buscando amor,
Encontré dolor.
Evitando dolor,
Perdí el amor.
Buscando dolor,
Encontre amor.
Aceptando dolor,
Me levanté amador.”
The Illiterate (A Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Pani, Agua, Water, It’s All One
I am poetry,
I am the poet.
I am literature,
Yet I am illiterate.
Illiterate am I of intellect,
Illiterate am I of rituals.
My literacy comes from the soil,
My literacy makes the world equal.
Drunkard am I, absurd am I,
All I know is but love’s insanity,
Past all Cross and MC squared,
Love is the only cosmic literacy.
Be literate of books and brain,
But more so of the dormant light.
Literacy of letters earns you living,
Literacy of love earns you a life.
I am the poet.
I am literature,
Yet I am illiterate.
Illiterate am I of intellect,
Illiterate am I of rituals.
My literacy comes from the soil,
My literacy makes the world equal.
Drunkard am I, absurd am I,
All I know is but love’s insanity,
Past all Cross and MC squared,
Love is the only cosmic literacy.
Be literate of books and brain,
But more so of the dormant light.
Literacy of letters earns you living,
Literacy of love earns you a life.
Vulnerable Love (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar
Choose me if you feel something,
not because it’s convenient or glorious.
I have neither the interest nor the strength,
to go out again and look for someone else.
If you choose me, you are stuck with me,
through thick and thin, through everything.
It won’t always be clear and sunny,
sometimes it’ll be blue, sometimes boring.
True love is not something you find,
True love is something you nurture together.
Once you rediscover yourself in someone,
Never turn your back, come hell or high water!
Any ape can find escape in romance novels,
It takes a human to be the living pillar of love.
While every robot seeks emotional maturity,
Be the human who cherishes vulnerable love.
not because it’s convenient or glorious.
I have neither the interest nor the strength,
to go out again and look for someone else.
If you choose me, you are stuck with me,
through thick and thin, through everything.
It won’t always be clear and sunny,
sometimes it’ll be blue, sometimes boring.
True love is not something you find,
True love is something you nurture together.
Once you rediscover yourself in someone,
Never turn your back, come hell or high water!
Any ape can find escape in romance novels,
It takes a human to be the living pillar of love.
While every robot seeks emotional maturity,
Be the human who cherishes vulnerable love.
