Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "dervish"

I am a Muslim, not a terrorist,
Just like not all whites are neonazi.
To hate, being an animal is enough,
Love is a sign of sapience and sanity.
Nobody is infidel to me,
For my faith is that of oneness.
Disbelief doesn't make one a kafir,
Only kafir is one without kindness.
No matter what we call water,
It quenches everybody's thirst equally.
I accept all religions to be true and equal,
For what matters is our common humanity.
I have but one message, love over all hatred.
Without love nobody's human, no matter our faith.

The Islam I live speaks of love,
The Islam I live is gentle as dove.
The Islam I live claims no convert,
The Islam I live warms all in hug.

The Islam I live transcends doctrine,
The Islam I live transcends the mosque.
The Islam I live holds no faith foreign,
The Islam I live finds good in every walk.

The Islam I live is a walking azaan,
living call to tolerance and acceptance.
Muslim poet am I, from the valley of love,
The Islam I live is the end of violence.

The Islam I live is an act of peace,
a promise of love, in a world of malice.

Kainat** is my qaum*,
Universe is my aum.
Carrying **cosmos in my chest,
every *community is my home.

Sat* is my nam-e,
*Honesty, my identity.
I am the one who is,
reflection of all humanity.

Bodhi* and dharma** are key to life,
lifting us high above the animals.
*Awareness wakes us to divine vision,
**Duty is the seed of civilization.

Valley of life is without elite divide,
Science, philosophy, divine, all are one.
Scientist, Poet, Dervish, or Philosopher,
Adjectives though plenty, noun is but one.

“You know what is the real god particle? You are. Every person who refuses to entertain division and discrimination in any form, is the practicing god particle of society.”

"Come, look into my eyes,
you’ll smell the soil from Tabriz,
chiming with the whirlwind of Konya.
Come, peer into my endless abyss,
fused with the fragrance of Bethlehem,
you’ll feel the breeze from Bodh Gaya.

Don’t be intimidated, just let it go,
let the chaff of creed become compost.
The vastness I live is the vastness in you,
yet it seems alien, for you’re grazing like cod.

Nothing’s out there except our image,
whatever is there, is right here.
Origin of universe is too stoic an undertaking,
you just act human, right now and here.

If boson is god particle of the universe,
human is the god particle of society.
Life is divine, when instrument of love,
human is the heart particle of humanity."

In the Naskar world, sonnet is not
an elitist structure of rigid rhyme and meter,
Naskar sonnet is a self-contained unit of
civilization, indifferent to literary convention.

I weave sonnets around the message,
instead of forcing the message into the sonnets.
Till you cut the cuffs of form, don’t touch my works,
if you want method and structure, pursue mathematics.

Childish eurocentric conventions are too puny
to contain the vastness of a transcendental human,
sometimes I’m Dervish, sometimes Advaita,
and the Brain Scientist keeps out the superstition.

Every mind is infinite, every mind, transcendental,
ape customs castrate the human into farm animal.
Cut the wings of a dove at birth,
and it’ll spend its life crawling like vermin.

I wear the same casual outfit everywhere,
pair of jeans with a shirt or tshirt –
people wear fancy clothes either to
look and feel good, or impress others,
I have no need for either, so I walk like beggar.

Vanity and validation are for the small of mind,
Himalayan Human has no need for cosmetic adornment.
The Sun is beyond the realms of humility and hubris,
I’m neither humble nor hubrous, just burning with mission.

I wear my backbone as battery, brain is my currency,
heart is my bedrock, character is my legacy.
I see neither man nor woman, I only see human;
I see neither rich nor poor, I only see behavior.

Savages are known by aristocratic opulence,
Sapiens is known by vagrant virtue-n-valiance.

Call me pilgrim or call me beggar,
you be my Shams, I, your Mevlana.
Call me neuro or call me nigger,
to some I’m Valium, to others Viagra.

Without salt from the South of Earth,
world philosophy, world science,
world poetry, all collapse into dust.

Wipe the south from history,
you wipe out culture and civilization,
wipe the north, you spare the planet
the most uncivilized of criminals.

Yet, holocaust for holocaust
leaves humanity in plaster cast;
human defends human,
dreams this Neuronigger.

I switch cultures like clothes,
I switch sciences like pens.
I switch scriptures like tides,
I switch languages like seasons.

Service of humanity is supreme shahada,
to defend the persecuted is cosmic khalsa,
to treat neighbor as god is real dharma,
quiet kindness is the real karma.

Ana al-haqq, ana al-hub –
aham bindu, aham brahmanda.
I shed dogma like dead skin,
el cosmos es mi casa.