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First Nature of Sapiens / No sabes desamor, no sabes amor | Amor Apocalypse

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.

Baseball builds more character than bible. Abhijit Naskar

“Freedom of religion can exist only,
Where there is religion of freedom.
Freedom of love can exist only,
Where there is love of freedom.

Freedom of choice can exist only,
Where there is choice of freedom.
Freedom of being can exist only,
Where there are beings of freedom.”

“If the bible comes and peddles phobia,
I’ll burn such bible to ashes.
If the koran comes and peddles violence,
I’ll tear up such koran to pieces.

If the vedas come and peddle superstition,
I’ll crush such filth to pulp with my foot.
If the constitution comes and peddles war,
As concerned parent I’ll grab their makers,
And spank out all their dormant good.

Even if some two-bit God comes,
And peddles division,
I’ll divide him so many times,
Even to his apostles,
He’ll bear no recognition.

And a little word of advise to those,
Priming their guns, swords and tridents.
When a volcano erupts,
Insects are supposed to run,
Not hide behind bows, arrows and bibles.

Brain is mightier than bullets,
Heart is mightier than the homunculus.
When a 3 pound brain falls on bigoted bugs,
There is no running, only burning to cinders.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Canım Sana İhtiyacım: Amor Apocalypse

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.

Gotta write a letter to you | Amor Apocalypse

“Time tells nothing, only tears do. Time heals nothing, only tears do.”

“Zaman hiçbir şey konuşmaz, ama gözyaşları çok konuşuyor. Gözyaşlarını görerek bile, kalpsiz dünya sessizce duruyor.”

“Gotta write a letter to you,
If you get a chance, do read it.
Don’t know how long I can endure,
But if you get a chance, do read it.

They say, time heals all wounds,
But there is no treatment to my condition.
If you get a chance, come and sit by me,
With you by my side even death is salvation.

The world hails one a pillar, an epitome of strength,
But inside, one battles with apocalypse everyday.
Sipping poison like delicate wine, time after time,
A loveless fakir gets used to be used and thrown away.

Read me or rip me, it is up to you.
So long as the heart beats, I’m waiting for you.”

“Sana bir mektup yazmak lazım,
Fırsat bulursan biraz oku.
Ne kadar katlanacağım, bilmem ama,
Fırsat bulursan biraz oku.

Diyorlar ki, zaman her şeyi iyileştirir,
Ama benim durumuma hiç ilaç yok.
Fırsat bulursan gel, elimi tut biraz,
Sen yanımdaysan, ölüm bile ölüm yok.

Dünya bana kahraman diyor, bilge adam diyor,
Ama bu kahramanın kalbi kıyamette yaşıyor.
Dünyanın zehrini tekrar ve tekrar içerek,
Bu aşksiz fakirin ruhu çok ama çok acıyor.

Okuyacaksın, yoksa fırlatacaksın, bilmiyorum.
Ama can olduğu sürece, seni çok ama çok bekliyorum.”

Servant Scientist (The Sonnet) | Amantes Assemble

No academician lent me a hand,
No industry gave an ounce of backup.
If I am what I am today, it’s because,
I was too stubborn to give up.
Hence I can say without hesitation,
My legacy is built only by me,
Not an industry, not a benefactor,
And definitely not some university.
I come from the working class,
With neither education nor wealth.
Hence, my priority is always people,
Not comfort, nor intellect, nor gelt.
The name is Naskar, I’m a Servant Scientist,
Painkiller to people, pesticide to prejudice.

World Administrative Service (The Sonnet) / Uyan Be İnsan (Şiir) / ¡Levántate Oh Luchador!(El Soneto) | Amantes Assemble

“World Administrative Service (The Sonnet)

Awake, Arise, Oh Saint Soldiers,
Don’t stop till you reach your goal!
Awake, Arise, Oh Saint Soldiers,
Don’t stop till your dreams are whole!
Awake, Arise, Oh Saint Soldiers,
Don’t stop till there is no injustice.
Awake, Arise, Oh Saint Soldiers,
Don’t stop till the world is in peace.
Awake, Arise, Oh Saint Soldiers,
Do not stop till love is the only way.
Awake, Arise, Oh Saint Soldiers,
Don’t stop till all prejudice is thrown away.
Civilization is born when all our sentience converge.
Puny minds make puny-verse, uni-minds make universe.”

“Uyan Be İnsan (Dünya Hizmeti Şiir)

Uyan be insan, kalk be insan,
Amacına ulaşana kadar durma!
Uyan be insan, kalk be insan,
Hayaller gerçek olana kadar durma!
Uyan be insan, kalk be insan,
Her yerde adalet olana kadar durma.
Uyan be insan, kalk be insan,
Dünyaya barış gelene kadar durma.
Uyan be insan, kalk be insan,
Her yerde aşk olana kadar durma.
Uyan be insan, kalk be insan,
İnsanlar insan olana kadar durma.
Hadi kalk be kardeşim, bu dünya sana emanet.
Kendin için değil, insanlar için mücadele et.”

“¡Levántate Oh Luchador!
(El Soneto del Servicio Mundial)

Levántate oh luchador, adelante oh amador,
¡Hasta que alcances tu meta, no te pares!
Levántate oh luchador, adelante oh amador,
¡Hasta que hagas realidad tus sueños, no pares!
Levántate oh luchador, adelante oh amador,
Hasta que termine toda injusticia, no pares.
Levántate oh luchador, adelante oh amador,
Hasta que haya paz en la tierra, no te pares.
Levántate oh luchador, adelante oh amador,
Hasta que todos sean amantes, no te pares.
Levántate oh luchador, adelante oh amador,
Hasta que humanidad sea la realidad, no te pares.
Un nuevo mundo es la creación de nuevos humanos.
No lo olvides, la lucha de uno es la lucha de todos.”

The Uncultured Poet (A Sonnet) | Amantes Assemble

There is a reason I never translate my works,
You can translate information but not sentiment.
So I carve humanity with not one but many tongues,
Yet due to alphabetical wall, much remain unspoken.
Human and culture must grow together in harmony,
All traditions of stagnation must be thrown away.
If a human can come forward across conditioning,
Why can’t a culture do the same and meet halfway!
I sacrificed my language so I could feel you better,
Now I can’t read the tongue of Tagore I was raised in.
Such an uncultured poet whose culture is the world,
Asks the cultures with borders just one little thing.
Take some lessons from Mustafa Kemal in modernizing.
A culture is enhanced, not diminished, by latinizing.

Sonnet of Languages | Amantes Assemble

Turkish is the language of love,
Spanish is the language of revolution.
Swedish is the language of resilience,
English is the language of translation.
Portuguese is the language of adventure,
German is the language of discipline.
French is the language of passion,
Italian is the language of cuisine.
With over 7000 languages in the world,
Handful of tongues fall short in a sonnet.
But you can rest assured of one thing,
Every language does something the very best.
Each language is profoundly unique in its own way.
When they come together, they light the human way.

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.”

Mental Piece (The Sonnet) | Handbook of Hatebusting

"Inert objects look good on the mantelpiece. That’s about all. They have no other role under the sun. Don’t be a showpiece on the mantelpiece my friend – be a mental piece, and blow your top every time you witness an injustice taking place, and do whatever is necessary to restrain the wrong."

“Mental Piece (The Sonnet)

In the west you call me humanitarian scientist,
Somewhere in the middle you call me pragmatist.
In the middle-east you call me sufi or dervish,
In the east you call me advaitin or nondualist.
No matter how you see me, you all are my own,
Each of you is family, each of you is my home.
Then there are those who ardently call me fraud,
Which also is a sign of love, but yet unknown.
I am not a person, prison or path, for I am vicdan,
I’m saadet, my friend, I am the spirit of unification.
Call the sun as you like, it still brightens the world,
In the domain of realization, to label is desecration.
All labels are equally right yet equally incomplete.
In a world full of showpiece I am but a mental piece.”