Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "apathy"

Wake up from death and return to life,
For as living dead we’ve been crawling for long.
Wake up from sanity and return to insanity,
For we've been insane in sanity for long.
Wake up from possibility, return to impossibility,
For we've been slave to the possible for long.
Wake up from reality and return to absurdity,
Habits of past have kept us hypnotized for long.
Wake up form truth and return to love,
For we’ve always confused assumptions with truth.
Wake up form ideology and return to the soil,
Integration means inclusion, not ideological coup.
Enough with nonchalance in the name of practicality!
Let us now rise as tornado and wipe out all apathy.

We live in a world where the sane,
Are more insane than the clinically insane.
Greed and apathy are worse of all ailments,
They make a society narrow and vain.
We live in a world where the educated,
Are more ignorant than the uneducated.
Arrogance and egotism are sacrilege of education,
They make a savage out of the most learned.
We live in a world where the sober,
Are more drunk than a sick alcoholic.
Coldness makes vegetable out of a human,
Then they cuss accountability as idealistic.
I’m drunk and insane, with no education whatsoever.
And these are the signs of a person sane, sober and seer.

Everywhere I look, there’s apocalypse!
Everywhere I look, there’s inhumanity!
We have slept like a log long enough!
It’s time for the human to embody humanity!
Still if you ask out of fear and insecurity,
What can you one person do to bring change!
Mark my words, if you are really determined,
You could part the ocean with sheer intent.
You have the power to turn this ailing world,
Into a world of laughter and loveliness.
The question is, are you a responsible human,
Or just another crummy vessel of recklessness?
Whatever the trouble may be, you are the answer.
In this difficult time, you are peygamber undercover.


“Yeni Peygamber (Sorumluluk Şiiri)

Her yerde hayvan!
Her yerde kıyamet!
Yeter ceset gibi uyumak!
İnsan insan olmalı, zaman geldi!
Yine de eğer sen bana sorarsan,
Tek başına ne yapabilirsin!
Gerçekten istiyorsan, tek başına,
Dünyaya insanlığı öğretebilirsin.
Eğer istersen, tek başına, insanların,
Ağlamayı gülümsemeye dönüştürebilirsin.
Asıl soru, sen sorumlu bir insan mısın,
Yoksa insan görünümlü bir hayvan mısın?
Uyan kardeşim, her hayvanlığa cevap sensin.
Bu zor zamanda dünyanın yeni peygamber sensin.”

To deliver humanity from inhumanity,
Is the duty of every human.
To deliver the innocent from injustice,
Is the duty of every human.
The indifferent may call it god complex,
Apathetic pessimists may call it idealism.
I call it the meaning of life and sanity,
The opposite is just a sign of doofusism.
Differences won’t destroy the world,
Indifference is far more ominous.
The problem is not the evil doers,
But the silent spectators.
Mark me well, the day I stay silent is the day,
Lady liberty throws her torch away.

"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.”

Culture can either further the cause of life,
Or it can hinder life, love and liberty.
If it hinders, it belongs in the dump,
If it furthers, it is an ally of humanity.

Rigidity is drag on expansion,
For it makes chains out of roots.
Roots give ground beneath our feet,
While chains only cripple all our move.

Even a flower can’t survive in last week’s water,
Yet you expect the mind to thrive that way.
Let the mind fly higher than known heights,
And all light and life will find their way.

With all our understanding of the speed of light,
We’re yet to cross the distance from heart to heart.
With all our fancy equipment of communication,
We are yet to listen to those unheard.

Person’s worth comes from
their pulse, not from their purse.
It’s okay if your purse is anemic,
so long as your veins got plenty pulse.

It’s your pulse that brings the world to life,
Pulsating heart is radiator during this ice-age.
Ice-age never went away, it just got internalized,
As outwardly in appearance we became less savage.

Human heart is in dire need of a green house,
All the warmth is escaping rapidly.
Melting ice caps will drown us later,
We’ll have kicked the bucket long before,
from frostbitten cardiomyopathy.

Brain’s death is death of the body,
Heart’s death is death of the being.
Kindness keeps the being alive
long after the heart stops beating.

Grow so big with your ideas that you become
a threat to every nationalist state in the world.
Grow so big with inclusivity that you become a curse
to every fundamentalist institution in the world.

Pledge allegiance to no label,
Be absolutely, unequivocally nondual.
Move past even the concept of nonduality,
So that you become unequivocally whole.

Expand, expand, and expand again,
till the world witnesses your human reign.
Expand to serve, expand to love!
Amidst eternal desert be the impossible rain.

Forgetting head, heritage ‘n sanity,
I have placed you heartmidst.
I know not much prayer nor poetry;
When heart is frozen, all prayer is amiss.

We don’t need to believe in a grand design to be good people, but we do need to be good people to create a grand design. It’s neither about atheism, nor about the so-called religiousness – rather it’s about plain, ordinary humanness.

Be the living hope in action,
Not a couched coward of inaction.
Crushing all cowardice of detachment,
Get involved bravely till annihilation.

Wield forth your nerves of steel,
With your heart soaked in honey.
Wield forth your vision valiant,
With your feet grounded in humility.

When all blow the horns of hate,
When peace sounds absurd and dim,
Fear not and take a deep breath,
Even a whisper of love
rings hurricane supreme.