Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "broken"

Honor He Wrote Sonnet 20

The more you break me, the stronger I become.
The more you hate me, the gentler I become.
The more you mock me, the kinder I become.
The more you alienate me, the braver I become.
The more you betray me, the more I learn to trust.
The more you disappoint me, the more I feel electrified.
The more you take advantage, the more I learn to care.
The more you backstab me, the more I am energized.
The more you humiliate me, the more I gain humility.
The more you laugh at me, the more I learn to smile.
More you kick me around, more my spine is straightened.
The more you drag me down, the higher I end up flying.
Every bad behavior directed at me amplifies my power.
The broken humans of the world make the greatest healer.
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Nutty Community (The Sonnet) | Handcrafted Humanity

Crazy am I, crazy are you,
When crazy together, we live anew.
Miserable am I, miserable are you,
When miserable together, I find joy in you.
Broken am I, broken are you,
When broken together, we are each other’s glue.
Insecure am I, insecure are you,
When insecure together, we find it all untrue.
Disfunctional am I, disfunctional are you,
When disfunctional together, we function well.
Fallen am I, fallen are you,
When we fall together, we’ll rise sure as hell.
Let us go against ourselves in defying self-centricity.
You be a nut, I’ll be a nut, let’s build a nutty community.
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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.
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Divergent Dynamite (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | The Divine Refugee

You only know my infinite radiance,
you got no clue to my innate hurricane.
Day in and day out I struggle autistic,
Genius is outcome of a mind broken.

There are cracks across my heart,
nothing can bar the pouring rays.
Light is but suffering harnessed,
Genius is brokenness harnessed.

There is no end to my exuberance,
limits of typicals don't apply to me.
I am but an enigma of unbending tenacity,
every breath is testament to impossibility.

Divergence is nature's way to expansion.
Divergent dynamite I, am living evolution.
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Sonnet on The Spectrum (Diary of An Autistic Neuroscientist | Abhijit Naskar | The Humanitarian Dictator

We, on the spectrum, are often
misconstrued as rude or audacious.
Problem is not that we feel too little,
but that we feel too crippling much.

Sensory overload is our biggest struggle,
an eternal battle against daily situations.
Storms that the normals experience only in
tragedy, are our life’s everyday occurrence.

Sidelining the stormy torment of the spectrum,
the world romanticizes with autistic savants.
I never could communicate with my parents,
and they never knew what my struggle was.

We autistics have difficulty communicating,
till we speak on a matter of interest.
Then we can jabber like any neurotypical,
bursting with joy in our nerves and veins.
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Vagabond Poet (Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Azad Earth Army: When The World Cries Blood

Bi’ gün değil, bugün,
bugün yaşamalı,
bugün parlamalı,
bugün uyanmalı,
bugün yürümeli.

Wear your wounds like crown,
not tomorrow, but today.
In front of your thunderous resolve,
intimidating clouds all fade away.

Where lips don’t speak, eyes do –
where eyes don’t speak, backbone do.
And once backbone has spoken, all the
militaries cannot render it untrue.

Poetry, my nationality,
words, my brethren.
To the world I’m monsoon,
for inside I’m barren.
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“Live, even when life limps.” Abhijit Naskar, The God Sonnets


Live, even when life limps.
Sing, even when your throat is sore.
Help, even when your hands bleed.
Love, even when your soul is not sure.
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