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Sensible Love Sonnet | Making Britain Civilized
A heart measurable is no heart at all,
For a heart that expands not, is dead.
Love sensible is no love at all,
Love that makes sense is love of the dead.
Raise your head, reach out with heart,
And the whole world will fall at your feet.
Better senseless in love than loveless in logic,
Heartiness is no forte of the intellectual elite.
It is far better to fall in love and suffer,
Than to spend your life as a farmer awaiting rain.
Scars of love are not scars but the elixir of life,
Life without such suffering is a life gone in vain.
Regret not that you suffer in love, regret if you don't.
I'd give up all my brains for a moment of love's angst.
For a heart that expands not, is dead.
Love sensible is no love at all,
Love that makes sense is love of the dead.
Raise your head, reach out with heart,
And the whole world will fall at your feet.
Better senseless in love than loveless in logic,
Heartiness is no forte of the intellectual elite.
It is far better to fall in love and suffer,
Than to spend your life as a farmer awaiting rain.
Scars of love are not scars but the elixir of life,
Life without such suffering is a life gone in vain.
Regret not that you suffer in love, regret if you don't.
I'd give up all my brains for a moment of love's angst.
Clouds are but herald of sunshine | Amor Apocalypse
“Come, sit next to me.
As you will, so will be.
As long as you are next to me,
Even your silence is tranquility.
I know it hurts like the dickens!
Yet every wound delivers valiance.
At your every whim I am your servant.
But to every wound you are your treatment.
Your trouble is my trouble.
Be not disheartened if the world frowns.
Clouds are nothing but herald of sunshine.
Pain of today is tomorrow’s crown.
So I say, come, sit next to me.
As you will, so will be.”
“Gel, yanımda otur.
Nasıl istiyorsan, öyle olur.
İstemiyorsan konuşma, gerek yok.
Yanımdayken, sessizliğin bile sükundur.
Biliyorum, çok acıyor!
Biliyorum, bu dünya çok zalim!
Istiyorum ama soylemem – elimi tut!
Çünkü senin yaranın ilacı sadece sensin.
Senin derdin benim derdim.
Her dert insana cesaret veriyor.
Bulutlar güneş ışığının habercileridir.
Bugünün acısı yarın tacı oluyor.
Hadi gel, burada otur.
Nasıl istiyorsan, öyle olur.”
As you will, so will be.
As long as you are next to me,
Even your silence is tranquility.
I know it hurts like the dickens!
Yet every wound delivers valiance.
At your every whim I am your servant.
But to every wound you are your treatment.
Your trouble is my trouble.
Be not disheartened if the world frowns.
Clouds are nothing but herald of sunshine.
Pain of today is tomorrow’s crown.
So I say, come, sit next to me.
As you will, so will be.”
“Gel, yanımda otur.
Nasıl istiyorsan, öyle olur.
İstemiyorsan konuşma, gerek yok.
Yanımdayken, sessizliğin bile sükundur.
Biliyorum, çok acıyor!
Biliyorum, bu dünya çok zalim!
Istiyorum ama soylemem – elimi tut!
Çünkü senin yaranın ilacı sadece sensin.
Senin derdin benim derdim.
Her dert insana cesaret veriyor.
Bulutlar güneş ışığının habercileridir.
Bugünün acısı yarın tacı oluyor.
Hadi gel, burada otur.
Nasıl istiyorsan, öyle olur.”
Genius by The Dozen (A Sonnet) | Amantes Assemble
Given the resources, I can build any technology,
Unlike some people, I do not need to hire genius.
Yet I gave up my obsession of electronics, because,
Building rockets is easy, building society not so much.
Not everybody is born with a silver spoon in mouth,
Rest of us have to choose among bread, dreams and tears.
But don’t assume that I am whining about a misfortune,
Because, a reformer is worth a hundred entrepreneurs.
Rocket science is child’s play for even a fisherman’s son,
Cognitive Science is common sense for a laborer’s child.
Yet you boast about a bunch of counterfeit geniuses whose,
Greatest power is that they are born with a golden hide.
If you seek true genius, lend a hand to developing nations.
And they’ll give you Gates, Musks and Byrons by the dozens.
Unlike some people, I do not need to hire genius.
Yet I gave up my obsession of electronics, because,
Building rockets is easy, building society not so much.
Not everybody is born with a silver spoon in mouth,
Rest of us have to choose among bread, dreams and tears.
But don’t assume that I am whining about a misfortune,
Because, a reformer is worth a hundred entrepreneurs.
Rocket science is child’s play for even a fisherman’s son,
Cognitive Science is common sense for a laborer’s child.
Yet you boast about a bunch of counterfeit geniuses whose,
Greatest power is that they are born with a golden hide.
If you seek true genius, lend a hand to developing nations.
And they’ll give you Gates, Musks and Byrons by the dozens.
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.
Poetry and Philosophy (The Sonnet) | Himalayan Sonneteer
Good poetry is but philosophy,
Good philosophy is but poetry.
It is only the majority amateurs,
Who insist on a divided duality.
Poetry is not about the rhyming,
Philosophy is not about profundity.
A warm philosopher is walking poetry,
A gentle poet is walking philosophy.
Poetry is the most potent form of philosophy,
As it brings illumination through simplicity.
Anybody can make things sound more complicated,
Only the best philosophers can write good poetry.
In philosophy, deeper we go, simpler things get.
Philosopher talks of light, poet swims in it.
Good philosophy is but poetry.
It is only the majority amateurs,
Who insist on a divided duality.
Poetry is not about the rhyming,
Philosophy is not about profundity.
A warm philosopher is walking poetry,
A gentle poet is walking philosophy.
Poetry is the most potent form of philosophy,
As it brings illumination through simplicity.
Anybody can make things sound more complicated,
Only the best philosophers can write good poetry.
In philosophy, deeper we go, simpler things get.
Philosopher talks of light, poet swims in it.
Worth of Human | Every Generation Needs Caretakers
What is the point of you? What is your worth? And by worth I am not talking about your financial value, I am talking about something much more significant than that. So, I ask again – what is your worth? And you won’t find the answer in any scripture or church – you won’t find it even in this book. Because no external power can give you the answer to something so incredibly existential in nature.
If you want to know your worth, ask yourself, what are you without your bank account. The worth of a person lies in character. The same goes for a nation and the same goes for a world. Therefore, a nation’s worth lies not in the value of its currency, but in the character of its people. And it all begins with the individual – it all begins with you. Your character holds not just the worth of your own life, but that of the lives of your people as well. So, feel like it’s the feeling of your society and act like it’s the action of your society.
But mark you, here I do not mean, feeling and acting like the society, rather, I am asking you to feel, think and act as an original, brave and conscientious human being, so that you become the very emblem of humanhood in front of others, for them to draw their life’s inspiration from. Doing what the society wants, makes you a second hand human – wanting the society to do what you want, makes you a narcissistic bigot – but being an embodiment of humanhood without any expectation from others, is what makes you a sentient human.
If you want to know your worth, ask yourself, what are you without your bank account. The worth of a person lies in character. The same goes for a nation and the same goes for a world. Therefore, a nation’s worth lies not in the value of its currency, but in the character of its people. And it all begins with the individual – it all begins with you. Your character holds not just the worth of your own life, but that of the lives of your people as well. So, feel like it’s the feeling of your society and act like it’s the action of your society.
But mark you, here I do not mean, feeling and acting like the society, rather, I am asking you to feel, think and act as an original, brave and conscientious human being, so that you become the very emblem of humanhood in front of others, for them to draw their life’s inspiration from. Doing what the society wants, makes you a second hand human – wanting the society to do what you want, makes you a narcissistic bigot – but being an embodiment of humanhood without any expectation from others, is what makes you a sentient human.
Vagabond Poet (Sonnet 1044) | Armor of The World
No matter how much
they plagiarize my work,
I won’t say a word to condemn.
No matter how much they
monetize solar energy,
you never hear the sun complain!
It’s okay that limited minds
got to care about such matter.
What does the ocean care about
a few buckets of stolen water!
I am infinite, I am unbound –
Come, steal all I’ve got,
strip me of all my legacy!
I started out as a vagabond,
I’ll gladly perish in vagabondcy.
they plagiarize my work,
I won’t say a word to condemn.
No matter how much they
monetize solar energy,
you never hear the sun complain!
It’s okay that limited minds
got to care about such matter.
What does the ocean care about
a few buckets of stolen water!
I am infinite, I am unbound –
Come, steal all I’ve got,
strip me of all my legacy!
I started out as a vagabond,
I’ll gladly perish in vagabondcy.
We All Have Imaginary Friends | Vande Vasudhaivam
Dear believer, I don’t believe in an Almighty God.
Do you hate me for it? If yes, you have
learnt nothing from your faith.
Dear atheist, I don’t believe in supremacy of facts.
Do you hate me for it? If yes, you have
no mind but machine, my friend.
Everybody has imaginary friends,
My imaginary friend is my late teacher,
And I find it therapeutic to talk to him,
Whenever I hit rock bottom during disaster.
Quite like air, water and food,
It’s something we humans need to survive.
Last thing this world needs is more war
to prove whose imaginary friend
bears the greatest of might.
Militant atheists are no more humanist,
than religious fundamentalists are religious.
Secularism is not the absence of religion,
secularism is the absence of religious intolerance.
Do you hate me for it? If yes, you have
learnt nothing from your faith.
Dear atheist, I don’t believe in supremacy of facts.
Do you hate me for it? If yes, you have
no mind but machine, my friend.
Everybody has imaginary friends,
My imaginary friend is my late teacher,
And I find it therapeutic to talk to him,
Whenever I hit rock bottom during disaster.
Quite like air, water and food,
It’s something we humans need to survive.
Last thing this world needs is more war
to prove whose imaginary friend
bears the greatest of might.
Militant atheists are no more humanist,
than religious fundamentalists are religious.
Secularism is not the absence of religion,
secularism is the absence of religious intolerance.
Manhood Diaries (The Sonnet) | Kanima Akiyor Kainat
Onun için cennet ol, cehennem değil.
Vicdanlı bir adam ol, hayvan değil.
Sé una bendición para ella, no una maldición.
Onun yaralarına ilacı ol, tuz değil.
Be her paradise, not prison.
Be her man, not master.
Be a miracle to her maladies.
Be her crown, not custard.
There is no alpha male and beta male,
There is only man and baboon.
Decency defines a man’s character,
Not the virility of his heirloom.
Partner on the streets,
Slave between the sheets,
That’s what a real man is.
Undaunted in danger,
Uncompromising in calamity,
That’s what a real human is.
Vicdanlı bir adam ol, hayvan değil.
Sé una bendición para ella, no una maldición.
Onun yaralarına ilacı ol, tuz değil.
Be her paradise, not prison.
Be her man, not master.
Be a miracle to her maladies.
Be her crown, not custard.
There is no alpha male and beta male,
There is only man and baboon.
Decency defines a man’s character,
Not the virility of his heirloom.
Partner on the streets,
Slave between the sheets,
That’s what a real man is.
Undaunted in danger,
Uncompromising in calamity,
That’s what a real human is.
Cast Fiction to The Wind (The Sonnet) | Divane Dynamite
The candle’s purpose is to be lost in light,
The heart’s purpose is to be lost in love.
The ocean may try the sailor all it wants but,
The naive sailor is lost in the ocean’s love.
The sailor and the sea are not two but one,
The candle and the light are not two but one.
The heart and love are not two but one,
Individual and collective are not two but one.
Purpose of human is conquest over the inner animal,
Purpose of a human is the expansion of humanity.
Everybody grows old, not everybody grows up,
To die without growing up, is the greatest tragedy.
Life is too short to be wasted on half-cocked may be’s!
Cast fiction to the wind, and make the most of reality.
The heart’s purpose is to be lost in love.
The ocean may try the sailor all it wants but,
The naive sailor is lost in the ocean’s love.
The sailor and the sea are not two but one,
The candle and the light are not two but one.
The heart and love are not two but one,
Individual and collective are not two but one.
Purpose of human is conquest over the inner animal,
Purpose of a human is the expansion of humanity.
Everybody grows old, not everybody grows up,
To die without growing up, is the greatest tragedy.
Life is too short to be wasted on half-cocked may be’s!
Cast fiction to the wind, and make the most of reality.
