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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.
Cure to Each Other | The Peace Testament
İnsanın acılarına insan ilaç olamıyorsa,
Ne insan, ne canavar – hep aynı.
Birbirimize destek olamıyorsa,
Ne insan, ne hayvan – hep aynı.
When another being is in pain,
Only blasphemy is indifference.
If we can’t be cure to each other,
It’s not life, but derangement.
Dünyanın gözyaşlarını silmek için,
Gençliğimi bile feda ettim.
Çünkü insanların gülüşünde,
Ben kendimi kaybettim.
In wiping out the anguish of society,
I forgot to indulge in the exploits of youth.
Once I realized the world on my shoulder,
That was the end of self, and the birth of truth.
One week of my life produces enough electricity,
To power a 100 years of humanitarian endeavor.
One life laid down to lift up the society,
Triggers a wildfire of sacrificial fervor.
La realización de la responsabilidad,
Es el nacimiento de la verdad.
Ver a alguien sufrir y no hacer nada,
Es la blasfemia suprema.
Biz kimiz? İnsanız.
¿Quienes somos? Humanos.
Who are we? Humanity.
Our purpose? Ayudar a los humanos.
Ne insan, ne canavar – hep aynı.
Birbirimize destek olamıyorsa,
Ne insan, ne hayvan – hep aynı.
When another being is in pain,
Only blasphemy is indifference.
If we can’t be cure to each other,
It’s not life, but derangement.
Dünyanın gözyaşlarını silmek için,
Gençliğimi bile feda ettim.
Çünkü insanların gülüşünde,
Ben kendimi kaybettim.
In wiping out the anguish of society,
I forgot to indulge in the exploits of youth.
Once I realized the world on my shoulder,
That was the end of self, and the birth of truth.
One week of my life produces enough electricity,
To power a 100 years of humanitarian endeavor.
One life laid down to lift up the society,
Triggers a wildfire of sacrificial fervor.
La realización de la responsabilidad,
Es el nacimiento de la verdad.
Ver a alguien sufrir y no hacer nada,
Es la blasfemia suprema.
Biz kimiz? İnsanız.
¿Quienes somos? Humanos.
Who are we? Humanity.
Our purpose? Ayudar a los humanos.
Poetry Writes The Poet (The Sonnet) | Corazon Calamidad
The best poets are the ones,
Who don’t know how to write poetry.
Just like the best scientists are those,
Who practice science as everyday curiosity.
The more you focus on the definition,
The more you lose touch with the essence.
That is why I never know what my work is about,
To explain love is to lose love’s fragrance.
Painting of a landscape is not the landscape itself,
Depiction must never be confused with the depicted.
I don’t know how to do small talk, hence the sonnets.
Poet doesn’t write poetry, poetry writes the poet.
The moment I think I am in control, I lose all control.
Craving no control, the river just nourishes the soul.
Who don’t know how to write poetry.
Just like the best scientists are those,
Who practice science as everyday curiosity.
The more you focus on the definition,
The more you lose touch with the essence.
That is why I never know what my work is about,
To explain love is to lose love’s fragrance.
Painting of a landscape is not the landscape itself,
Depiction must never be confused with the depicted.
I don’t know how to do small talk, hence the sonnets.
Poet doesn’t write poetry, poetry writes the poet.
The moment I think I am in control, I lose all control.
Craving no control, the river just nourishes the soul.
The Immeasurable Dimension (Sonnet 1014) | The Centurion Sermon
"Writers have limits, I don’t, I am not a writer. I am a dimension immeasurable – siphon all you want, I won’t run dry."
“The Immeasurable Dimension (Sonnet 1014)
During my bouts of nirvikalpa samadhi or trance,
I have no perception, which language I’m writing in.
When the trance breaks and normal awareness returns,
It looks less like literature ‘n more like exotic cuisine.
It is not only difficult but plain impossible to adapt
the immeasurable to the measures of a prison camp.
So I rewrite the original light simplified by love,
Hoping it may reach the heart across cultural handicap.
Handicap of culture is a choice, it’s not your destiny,
Only you can sign the release orders from your imprisonment.
We cover our eyes from the evil outside and its cure inside,
Then we run here and there chasing fictional treatment.
There is a dimension immeasurable intrinsic to every human mind.
Be immersed within, and you shall rise with an immeasurable light.”
“The Immeasurable Dimension (Sonnet 1014)
During my bouts of nirvikalpa samadhi or trance,
I have no perception, which language I’m writing in.
When the trance breaks and normal awareness returns,
It looks less like literature ‘n more like exotic cuisine.
It is not only difficult but plain impossible to adapt
the immeasurable to the measures of a prison camp.
So I rewrite the original light simplified by love,
Hoping it may reach the heart across cultural handicap.
Handicap of culture is a choice, it’s not your destiny,
Only you can sign the release orders from your imprisonment.
We cover our eyes from the evil outside and its cure inside,
Then we run here and there chasing fictional treatment.
There is a dimension immeasurable intrinsic to every human mind.
Be immersed within, and you shall rise with an immeasurable light.”
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.
Divergent Dynamite (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | The Divine Refugee
You only know my infinite radiance,
you got no clue to my innate hurricane.
Day in and day out I struggle autistic,
Genius is outcome of a mind broken.
There are cracks across my heart,
nothing can bar the pouring rays.
Light is but suffering harnessed,
Genius is brokenness harnessed.
There is no end to my exuberance,
limits of typicals don't apply to me.
I am but an enigma of unbending tenacity,
every breath is testament to impossibility.
Divergence is nature's way to expansion.
Divergent dynamite I, am living evolution.
you got no clue to my innate hurricane.
Day in and day out I struggle autistic,
Genius is outcome of a mind broken.
There are cracks across my heart,
nothing can bar the pouring rays.
Light is but suffering harnessed,
Genius is brokenness harnessed.
There is no end to my exuberance,
limits of typicals don't apply to me.
I am but an enigma of unbending tenacity,
every breath is testament to impossibility.
Divergence is nature's way to expansion.
Divergent dynamite I, am living evolution.
