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“How does the bird come and go (Sufi Scientist Sonnet, 1300) How does the bird come and go, In and out of this bodily cage! So long as you nourish it with love, Who cares about some mythical fate! Cages are born of dust, In dust cages will wither. Yet you sob in love of cage, Oblivious to the endangered flier! With all knowledge of cosmic building blocks, How come you still cannot put an end to war! With all your high and mighty technocracy, How come children still starve and suffer! I say, put your intellect aside for a change, First unfold a human heart outside the cage. Otherwise, your posterboys of superficiality, Will turn this world into a wreck of cages.”

“My most soulful words come from me as a sufi (muslim) poet, my most righteous words come from me as a humanitarian scientist, my most passionate words come from me as a latin lover, and my most humane words come from me as an advaitin (nondualist). The entire world is contained in my chest. Vilify a single culture, and you vilify me.”

“When The Pillar Gets Weary (Dervish Sonnet 2776) I don't utter a single word that I wouldn't want to become part of the canon, but person can't live on discipline alone, so, having no lover to take my armor off for, I found a different way to vent my vulnerability - in the mainstream work I'm a pillar of strength, while turkish is quite literally my love language - english is the language where my brain feels at home, turkish is the language where my heart finds rest - none my mothertongue, yet both are my first language, with spanish as my occasional substitute for english. English is not my mothertongue, english is my brother tongue - spanish is not my mothertongue, spanish is my cousin tongue - turkish is not my mothertongue, turkish is my lover tongue. My territory is planet earth - humanity, my civilization. Figure what I didn't mention, you'll learn the law of assimilation.”

“Prototype Human (Sonnet 2249) The pen is my paradise, the pen is my grave. Everybody has all the answers, I seem to have only questions. Good thing, I don't know how to write, methods are obstacle to my madness. I'm vast enough to contain the world, asylum pills don't work on pilgrim brains. My pen never runs out of ink, because the pen is an extension of my anatomy. Madness is the first sign of sanity, oneness is the seed of infinity. Stereotypes are sanity of the jungle, prejudice is sacred in the animal kingdom. Flags are the poison, cosmos is (my) kin - I am no stereotype, I am the Prototype Human.”

“Two Naskars (Sonnet 1541) There's not one but two Naskars, one humanitarian, the other sufi - both rooted in a hatebusting blend of reason and warmth, humanizing humanity. The humanitarian sets fire to the blood, the sufi makes ointment out of wounds. Though the sufi came after the humanitarian, it has only magnified the reformer's boon. Along the journey of a humanitarian, the sufi emerges from his soulful sea. Cutting ties with all cave-age customs, oneness is actualized in mindful diversity.”

“Finite versus Infinite Naskar (Sonnet 2672) Can I get my brain back now, if you're done hijacking it! "You're welcome to it, as if it'll make any difference whatsoever, you yourself have admitted that everything you write from thought is dull, that's why I took over in the first place!" I admit, I said that, nevertheless, do not underestimate rational thought, it may not come up with magical lines and equations, but it does achieve a great deal with sheer devotion and tedious scrutiny. Every potential transcendental idea still needs rational thought afterwards to be executed in the mortal world - alright, rational thought is nowhere near as radiant as what might be called divine inspiration, nevertheless, it has its irreplaceable place in society. Besides, I let you take over because I'd already made my contributions to rationality like any other scientist during my first few years, that was when I didn't know you existed, I had read stories about you, but didn't actually think that you'd turn me into yet another flute, like you once did to my brother Jalal long time ago!”

“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.”

“It is not a lover's job to make sense, Lover's role is to humanize all senses. Role of animal senses is to stay contained, Role of human senses is to extend themselves. To sense the sense is nonsense, To sense nonsense is ultimate sense of all. This is possible only when you are lost, This is possible only when you are in love. All five senses are of no worth, If you don't have that one sense, the sense of love. Sense yourself till you sense nothing but love. Break yourself till each crack reflects the infinity of the heart. Each of us is an explorer of infinity, Yet we are trapped in vain by insecurity. Wake up to love and you'll see, all cages are fiction, cooked up by knee-deep sanity.”

“The Himalayan Sonneteer Anybody can be extraordinary, If they are born into privilege. But only the ones with no background, Can exude the impossible radiance. Some lights are far too bright, For an amateur species to see. Just like we can't hear above 20 kHz, Humanity fails to fathom impossibility. That's why they idolize artificial lights, Because the sun is beyond comprehension. If they ever stare straight at the sun, They'll go blind for sure, there is no question. So they celebrate little hills with skin-deep charisma, While it takes the world centuries to fathom the Himalayas.”