Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "advaita"

I and you are not two but one,
The space in-between is an illusion.
The air you breathe is also in me,
Then why hang on to separation!
Where there is dark ignorance,
There festers delusion most foul.
Once you give in to such atrocity,
Society breaks out in painful howl.
Self and society are one whole being,
That's how we make a humane world.
But if this is none of your concern,
You are but a bug with conscience curled.
Fabric of society is everyone's business.
It's time we breathe life into humaneness.

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.

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.

I came to life at Dakshineswar,
At Kapadokya I got my sight.
I found my might at Shaolin,
At Liberty Island I came to light.
In Pernik I bathed in love,
By the Volga I tasted sapience.
Lika taught me the role of innovation,
Sudbury gave me the sail of science.
Streets of Calcutta showed me suffering,
Streets of Chicago reminded, I'm the answer.
It's not the place but people who hold magic,
Revolution rose when all of them came together.
You won't know me as the father of a nation.
You'll know me as the maker of amalgamation.

Listen you all discrimination-vaalo,
No matter how much you whine and wallow,
To obliterate all hateful bone and marrow,
Lo comes a generation of caballera, caballero!
Not a trace of dominant fear and anxiety,
Not a particle of self-centric practicality,
Lo come the bravehearts made of thunder,
Lo come the true preservers of humanity!
Breaking free from all that is old and rotten,
Overcoming all drives of untamed tribalism,
Lo come the sacred feminines of creation,
Lo come the holy fathers of nondivisionism!
Though divided by thought, still united by heart,
Grab these new nerves, give yourselves a jumpstart.

A heart measurable is no heart at all,
For a heart that expands not, is dead.
Love sensible is no love at all,
Love that makes sense is love of the dead.
Raise your head, reach out with heart,
And the whole world will fall at your feet.
Better senseless in love than loveless in logic,
Heartiness is no forte of the intellectual elite.
It is far better to fall in love and suffer,
Than to spend your life as a farmer awaiting rain.
Scars of love are not scars but the elixir of life,
Life without such suffering is a life gone in vain.
Regret not that you suffer in love, regret if you don't.
I'd give up all my brains for a moment of love's angst.

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.

Yada yada hi dharmasya glanirbhavati bharata,
Cada vez que los oprimidos claman esperanza,
Siyasi hayvanlar ne zaman gelip nefret satarsa,
Whenever morons 'n their yes men ruin armonia,
Jab jab some jhandus rashtrabadka jhanda lehraye,
När kärleken till lyx väger tyngre än socialt ansvar,
Immer wenn das herz von gier überwältigt wird,
When humility is trampled by megalomaniacal desire,
Sempre que a bondade é dominada pelo intelecto,
Quando la compassione è sopraffatta dall'indifferenza,
Kapag tinanggap ang pagiging makasarili bilang batas,
Whenever accountability is deemed as misdemeanor,
Embracing affliction, from the dust 'n dirt of soil 'n street,
You the Milkyway Messiah is to rise as the sentient shield.

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.

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.