Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "divine-poem"

Catholics say, anglicans ain’t real christians.
Jews say, christians ain’t the chosen people.
Hindus say, even a muslim’s shadow ruins faith.
Muslims say, every non-muslim is an infidel.

Everybody thinks they’re the chosen ones,
and everybody else is living in sin.
Only the brand of the bottle changes,
not the prejudice and bigotry within.

None of us are the chosen people,
We are all just people – period.
We choose what we become or not,
We are the weavers of our world.

I have a strange affinity to divinity,
but not to any kiosk selling capsules.
I’m drawn to the force beyond the fables,
nowhere but in human living holiness brews.

Hayat is my hadith,
Galaxies are my gita.
Interfaith, my torah,
Secularism, my sutta.

Each of your holy texts
bears news of my advent,
yet none is whole enough,
to contain my sentience.

Four vedas fall short,
as well as four gospels.
No testament is full testament,
gospel supreme is mind indivisible.

Live without hate, you're Hadith-e Hayat.
Live a life whole, and you're Koran-e Kainat.

Where God retreats,
Human must step in.
Where myths fall short,
Mind must intervene.

Where doctrines dwindle,
Conscience must march uncorrupt.
Where scriptures fall cripple,
Character must stand on guard.

Where logic dreads to tread,
Love must rush to rescue life.
Where governments legalize fear,
Citizens must be bearer of light.

Advance of Human is advance of God.
Wishful indolence is religion of the cod.

Soul that is kind is soul divine,
Mind segregated is most unholy kind.
Helping the helpless is holiness alive,
Day of the living is day of the divine.

The living never die,
the dead never live.
Body dies, not deeds –
Deeds live, not creed.

My heart that holds Mevlana as brother,
also holds Tom (Aquinas) as bosom buddy.
Many ideas of both are out of date today,
yet both are epitome of heart’s purity.

Make every molecule the home of love,
let no divisive tradition taint your fervor.
Human begins at the end of hate –
Restrain the hate, but love thy hater.

On the first day of Christmas my ode to thee,
promise of messy love only sweetens by indignity.
On the second day of Christmas my ode to thee,
pocketful of moments become memories through amity.

On the third day of Christmas my ode to thee,
Christ ain’t a cult but a voice against animosity.
On the fourth day of Christmas my ode to thee,
each act of hate is the same old crucifixion frenzy.

On the fifth day of Christmas my ode to thee,
intolerance is the desecration of sanctity.
On the sixth day of Christmas my ode to thee,
reason doesn’t ruin, but enhances divinity.

On the seventh day of Christmas my ode to thee,
true miracle unfolds in everyday acts of empathy.
On the eighth day of Christmas my ode to thee,
save sermon on the mount all else is triviality.

On the ninth day of Christmas my ode to thee,
faith ought to enhance not degrade humanity.
On the tenth day of Christmas my ode to thee,
every stream reflects the same aspiring piety.

On the eleventh day of Christmas my call to thee,
every heart is a living church, from river to the sea.
On the twelfth day of Christmas I entrust to thee,
season of love and peace transcends ethnicity.

“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."