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“I'm No Poet (The Sonnet) I thought I could bear the title poet, But as it turns out, I cannot. I can barely bear the title of scientist, Let alone adding another next to it. Each title feels like a burden herculean, My heart cannot function with such burden. If I am to create works of life and wholeness, I must be free from titles, sane and insane. My ideas are not born of mere thought, If they were, there wouldn't be any torment. My work comes from a land beyond labels, A place deeper than thought can penetrate. So you may call me whatever you like. In my mind, I am but a nameless light.”

“Sonnet of Poetry Poet is no servant of the dictionary, Dictionary is servant to the poet. Poet is no servant of language, Language is servant to the poet. It's poetry that makes the language, Language makes no poetry, my friend. Poet exists not to serve a linguist's whim, But to breathe life into human language. I've said repeatedly, language has limitations, Only with poetry we can surpass some of 'em. Sticklers for grammar make lousy poets, If feeling doesn't surpass grammar, poetry it ain't. Poetry is the most potent of all literary forms. If prose is candle light, poetry is dawn.”

“Someone asked me the other day, do I like to write prose better or poetry? To which I can only say - both are fundamental to my works. In fact, I started out with prose, as you might remember - and my most invigorating ideas came to this world in the form of prose. Along the way, I felt a craving for poetry, so quite on a whim I wrote the first sonnet. Suddenly an entire new horizon opened up to me. Eventually prose and poetry became equally potent carrier of my ideas - they became complimentary to each other - they became supplementary to each other. However, I do admit, as I grow older, I'm getting more and more drawn towards poetry as my primary vessel.”

“As another year went by And a new year came to greet us I got up in the morning to take my class And in the afternoon, while sauntering down the road I saw a hairdresser's saloon inviting me in And so I met the hairdresser A fine young lad, and I told him to get my hair and beard trimmed if he may please But for some reason I decided to keep the moustache without any trims Life makes us poets, with a love for poetry.”

“When Ahmed Faraz Wrote: 'Kis-kis ko bataaege hum judaai ka sabab Tu mujhse khafa hain toh zamaane ke liye aa' Who Should I Tell Is The Reason For Our Sepration? You Are Upset With Me, So Come For The Sake Of The World And Wajid Shaikh Wrote: Zeest ka bharam, Ya us rab ka karam Tu ek dafa phir, Sab bhulaane ke liye aa' Is It An Illusion Of Life Or God‘s Generosity ? Come Once Again, To Make Me Forget Everything.”

“Tapwater and Natural Spring (The Sonnet) I am sorry if big bard becomes bleak, In front of the vast spirit of oneness. I am sorry if baron byron turns barren, In front of the sense of collectiveness. With their native tongue given at birth, The fancy figures did what they could. It ain't their fault that it takes an outsider, To bring out a tongue's rightful good. Some figures are tapwater, While others are natural spring. Some are just good writers, While others are Maya, Martí and King. Anybody can write mushy words, that's no biggie. Genius is one who lives as they speak, with integrity.”

“Sonnet of Grammar Grammar, Oh Grammar, Whatever you are, Go away and bother, The intellectual scholar. I ain't no intellectual, Nor am I a scholar, So bother me not, With your snobbish affair. My words come from the soil, My structure is born on the street. I didn't even graduate college, What do I know about literary creed! Time has come for me to put you in place. Be an aid to discourse, not an uptight nutcase!”

“As another year went by And a new year came to greet us I got up in the morning to take my class And in the afternoon, while sauntering down the road I saw a hairdresser's place inviting me in And so I met the hairdresser A fine young lad, and I told him to get my hair and beard trimmed if he may please But for some reason I decided to keep the moustache without any trims Life makes us poets, with a love for poetry.”

“Don't fall in love with me. I am not one entity. I am a multitude of phantasmagorical entities. I am the poet. I am the writer. I am the wanderer. I am the philosopher. I am the king. I am the beggar. I am the drifter. I am the hunter. I am the creator. I am the creation. I worship my gods - Bukowski, Kafka, Hemingway, Rand & Plath. I listen to my gods - Beethoven, Mozart, & Tchaikovsky! Don't fall in love with me! I am not one entity. I am a multitude of phastamagorical entities.”

“The Uncultured Poet (A Sonnet) 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.”