Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "brokenness"

Crazy am I, crazy are you,
When crazy together, we live anew.
Miserable am I, miserable are you,
When miserable together, I find joy in you.
Broken am I, broken are you,
When broken together, we are each other’s glue.
Insecure am I, insecure are you,
When insecure together, we find it all untrue.
Disfunctional am I, disfunctional are you,
When disfunctional together, we function well.
Fallen am I, fallen are you,
When we fall together, we’ll rise sure as hell.
Let us go against ourselves in defying self-centricity.
You be a nut, I’ll be a nut, let’s build a nutty community.

Broken beings are living beings,
One who isn’t broken isn’t alive.
To walk in the light is quite easy,
To walk in the dark is the walk of light.

No sabes desamor, no sabes amor,
Corazón roto es corazón vivo.
Incluso cadáveres pueden caminar en la luz,
En la oscuridad solo pueden caminar los vivos.

Vamos, seamos pioneros de la luz,
Bebamos todo el veneno del dolor!
Beber veneno y ofrecer un sueño,
Es la primera naturaleza del amador.

Come, let us be pioneers of light,
Let us feast on the world’s darkness!
To drink poison and deliver elixir,
Is the first nature of a sapiens.

Broken bone heals back stronger,
Broken heart heals back braver.
Broken mind heals back wiser,
Broken life heals back brighter.

Scars are not guilt marks,
Scars are mark of gallantry.
Scars are proof of resilience,
Scars are testament to bravery.

Scars are proof that you soldiered on,
Scars are proof that you never gave in.
Products are manufactured without scars,
People are shaped by scars and suffering.

Suffering is not a failure of life,
Suffering is a sign of life.
The living shall suffer one way or another,
So choose the reason, conscious and wise.

We, on the spectrum, are often
misconstrued as rude or audacious.
Problem is not that we feel too little,
but that we feel too crippling much.

Sensory overload is our biggest struggle,
an eternal battle against daily situations.
Storms that the normals experience only in
tragedy, are our life’s everyday occurrence.

Sidelining the stormy torment of the spectrum,
the world romanticizes with autistic savants.
I never could communicate with my parents,
and they never knew what my struggle was.

We autistics have difficulty communicating,
till we speak on a matter of interest.
Then we can jabber like any neurotypical,
bursting with joy in our nerves and veins.