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Take My Life (The Sonnet)
Take my life if you want,
But nothing can take my sight away.
Take my breath if you want,
But nothing can take my might away.
Take my feet if you want,
But nothing can take my journey away.
Take my arms if you want,
But nothing can take my touch away.
Take my tongue if you want,
But nothing can take my voice away.
Take my bones if you want,
But nothing can take my will away.
You can erase me from earth if you so desire,
But you can't stop my ideas from spreading like wildfire.
But nothing can take my sight away.
Take my breath if you want,
But nothing can take my might away.
Take my feet if you want,
But nothing can take my journey away.
Take my arms if you want,
But nothing can take my touch away.
Take my tongue if you want,
But nothing can take my voice away.
Take my bones if you want,
But nothing can take my will away.
You can erase me from earth if you so desire,
But you can't stop my ideas from spreading like wildfire.
O My Dear Earthling (A Sonnet)
O My Dear Earthling open your doors,
For the supreme festival has arrived.
The whole wide nature is rejoicing in love,
Step outside cultures and celebrate life.
The sky is engulfed with billions of smiles,
Smiles that know not pettiness of society.
Open your soul O Mighty Earthling,
The wind of amity is here bearing unity.
No more bounds on love, race and religion,
Prejudice suits not a species of sapiens.
Value we must character over conformity,
It’s time we throw away all our allegiance.
On guard we stand against differentiation,
Hear all peddlers of hate – we are all one.
For the supreme festival has arrived.
The whole wide nature is rejoicing in love,
Step outside cultures and celebrate life.
The sky is engulfed with billions of smiles,
Smiles that know not pettiness of society.
Open your soul O Mighty Earthling,
The wind of amity is here bearing unity.
No more bounds on love, race and religion,
Prejudice suits not a species of sapiens.
Value we must character over conformity,
It’s time we throw away all our allegiance.
On guard we stand against differentiation,
Hear all peddlers of hate – we are all one.
Celebrating Colors (A Sonnet)
Come my friend, it's time to color the world,
It's been vague and stale for eternity.
You and I, we all have the colors in us,
Why not use them to paint over all conformity.
Let's color with our words, thoughts and action,
So that not a single inch is left unrenovated.
Let's paint with justice, equality and sanity,
And make all offices of bigotry eliminated.
There is no lack of colors in the world,
Nor there is lack of determined conscience.
Once you recognize the colors in your heart,
The universe will rejoice in our united radiance.
Colors are plenty for us to celebrate together,
Hence we take a stand forging a humane future.
It's been vague and stale for eternity.
You and I, we all have the colors in us,
Why not use them to paint over all conformity.
Let's color with our words, thoughts and action,
So that not a single inch is left unrenovated.
Let's paint with justice, equality and sanity,
And make all offices of bigotry eliminated.
There is no lack of colors in the world,
Nor there is lack of determined conscience.
Once you recognize the colors in your heart,
The universe will rejoice in our united radiance.
Colors are plenty for us to celebrate together,
Hence we take a stand forging a humane future.
Other Side of This Sonnet
On the other side of this sonnet,
There is a land most bright.
In that land of inclusion and unity,
People are strolling without fright.
They walk, speak, run and play,
Without being accused of difference.
They celebrate life with love and delight,
In someone's need they rush in alliance.
Plenty though their paths may be,
Their sense of community has no label.
They have their differences surely,
Which makes them a species most able.
Now that we've arrived at the other side,
It’s time we become that people forthright.
There is a land most bright.
In that land of inclusion and unity,
People are strolling without fright.
They walk, speak, run and play,
Without being accused of difference.
They celebrate life with love and delight,
In someone's need they rush in alliance.
Plenty though their paths may be,
Their sense of community has no label.
They have their differences surely,
Which makes them a species most able.
Now that we've arrived at the other side,
It’s time we become that people forthright.
Your Culture is My Culture (The Sonnet)
With infinite love brimming in my heart,
I have arrived at your doorstep.
Please, I beg you, do not turn me back,
Let me in, so I may be one with your footstep.
It's not my fault, I wasn't born in your culture,
Yet I've assimilated your culture as my own.
Please do not throw me out my dear friend,
Standing together our powers will be honed.
I may not speak your native tongue,
I may not be familiar with your way of life.
But do you not smile like me when in joy,
Like me do you not shed tears when in strife!
Here I stand at your door with my arms stretched.
Hold it with affection or chop it off if you so elect.
I have arrived at your doorstep.
Please, I beg you, do not turn me back,
Let me in, so I may be one with your footstep.
It's not my fault, I wasn't born in your culture,
Yet I've assimilated your culture as my own.
Please do not throw me out my dear friend,
Standing together our powers will be honed.
I may not speak your native tongue,
I may not be familiar with your way of life.
But do you not smile like me when in joy,
Like me do you not shed tears when in strife!
Here I stand at your door with my arms stretched.
Hold it with affection or chop it off if you so elect.
One Life, One Idea (The Sonnet) | Handcrafted Humanity
One life, one idea, one duty – love.
One body, one being, one vision – amity.
One heart, one sight, one sentiment – care.
One mind, one kind, one community – humanity.
One pen, one ink, one paper – awareness.
One hive, one height, one light – assimilation.
One kite, one compass, one flight – unity.
One sail, one sea, one ship - self-correction.
One gospel, one goal, one gamble – collectivity.
One cult, one core, one culture – unification.
One church, one mosque, one temple – nonduality.
One road, one reason, one reality – nondifferentiation.
Take the mind beyond the bind to see the world anew.
A world united comes to life when walls turn dust in you.
One body, one being, one vision – amity.
One heart, one sight, one sentiment – care.
One mind, one kind, one community – humanity.
One pen, one ink, one paper – awareness.
One hive, one height, one light – assimilation.
One kite, one compass, one flight – unity.
One sail, one sea, one ship - self-correction.
One gospel, one goal, one gamble – collectivity.
One cult, one core, one culture – unification.
One church, one mosque, one temple – nonduality.
One road, one reason, one reality – nondifferentiation.
Take the mind beyond the bind to see the world anew.
A world united comes to life when walls turn dust in you.
If I Must Die (The Sonnet) | Dervish Advaitam
I have no desire to die as just,
Another writer like that bard fella.
If I must die as a writer, I will die as,
The first multi-cultural writer en historia.
I have no desire to die as just,
Another founder of a sect or nation.
If I must die as something, I'll die as,
One of the founders of human unification.
I have no desire to die as just another,
Coldhearted scientist or pompous philosopher.
If I must die as a scientist and philosopher,
I'll die as the one who made love truth's driver.
But above all that, I have no desire to die, period.
Cowards die, whereas I, am already martyred.
Another writer like that bard fella.
If I must die as a writer, I will die as,
The first multi-cultural writer en historia.
I have no desire to die as just,
Another founder of a sect or nation.
If I must die as something, I'll die as,
One of the founders of human unification.
I have no desire to die as just another,
Coldhearted scientist or pompous philosopher.
If I must die as a scientist and philosopher,
I'll die as the one who made love truth's driver.
But above all that, I have no desire to die, period.
Cowards die, whereas I, am already martyred.
Language of God (The Sonnet) | Dervish Advaitam
A Jew may say, Hebrew is the language of god.
A Christian may say, Aramaic is the language of god.
A Muslim will say, Arabic is the language of god.
A Hindu will say, Sanskrit is the language of god.
A biologist may say, DNA is the language of god.
Mathematicians say, math is the language of god.
A psychiatrist may say, libido is the language of god.
Physicists say, Quantum Mechanics is language of god.
A politician may say, control is the language of god.
A capitalist may say, currency is the language of god.
A cop may say, law and order are the language of god.
A philosopher may say, wisdom is the language of god.
I don't know all that, I'm a being most ordinary 'n simple.
I only know that kindness is the language of a human.
A Christian may say, Aramaic is the language of god.
A Muslim will say, Arabic is the language of god.
A Hindu will say, Sanskrit is the language of god.
A biologist may say, DNA is the language of god.
Mathematicians say, math is the language of god.
A psychiatrist may say, libido is the language of god.
Physicists say, Quantum Mechanics is language of god.
A politician may say, control is the language of god.
A capitalist may say, currency is the language of god.
A cop may say, law and order are the language of god.
A philosopher may say, wisdom is the language of god.
I don't know all that, I'm a being most ordinary 'n simple.
I only know that kindness is the language of a human.
Honor He Wrote Sonnet 94
How will you know you’ve realized love?
When people no longer appear at a distance.
When they no longer appear as people,
But as reflection of your own essence.
When the other becomes I,
I becomes universal.
In that universal I all that there is,
Is an echo of the people.
The I is in all people,
But people are not in all the I.
That is why we suffer so much,
That is why we all cry, cry and cry.
If one dies thinking of people,
They will live on through people.
When people no longer appear at a distance.
When they no longer appear as people,
But as reflection of your own essence.
When the other becomes I,
I becomes universal.
In that universal I all that there is,
Is an echo of the people.
The I is in all people,
But people are not in all the I.
That is why we suffer so much,
That is why we all cry, cry and cry.
If one dies thinking of people,
They will live on through people.
On Language, Culture and Oneness | The Gentalist & The Sufi Sermon
I wiped out my cultural identity, I wiped out my religious identity, I wiped out my national identity as well as my gender identity. In short, I wiped myself out from my psyche, only then I found a place in each and every heart of this world, only then I became the voice of each and every person on earth.
Some call mom, some amma and some annem,
some call dad, some nana and some babam.
Some call sis, some akka and some ablam,
some call honey, some bangaram and some aşkim.
Words may differ but emotions are the same,
for language builds barriers only if you let it.
See past the words and look into the soul,
find you will an ocean full with jewels humanely lit.
There are those who eagerly learn another language to be one with another culture, then there are those morons who insist on the exclusive glorification of their so-called native language. The world is beautified by the former, whereas the latter only sustain disharmony – the latter only act as a prehistoric impediment to the unification of humankind.
In front of oneness language, faith, culture, all these are mere expendable trivialities.
In becoming one with people, even if you lose your language, along with every last trace of your so-called cultural background, that’s not a loss, but an actual fulfillment of life.
Some call mom, some amma and some annem,
some call dad, some nana and some babam.
Some call sis, some akka and some ablam,
some call honey, some bangaram and some aşkim.
Words may differ but emotions are the same,
for language builds barriers only if you let it.
See past the words and look into the soul,
find you will an ocean full with jewels humanely lit.
There are those who eagerly learn another language to be one with another culture, then there are those morons who insist on the exclusive glorification of their so-called native language. The world is beautified by the former, whereas the latter only sustain disharmony – the latter only act as a prehistoric impediment to the unification of humankind.
In front of oneness language, faith, culture, all these are mere expendable trivialities.
In becoming one with people, even if you lose your language, along with every last trace of your so-called cultural background, that’s not a loss, but an actual fulfillment of life.
