Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "labels"

Naked I Dance (A Sonnet)

Naked I dance here in delight,
I am not wearing name, fame or stature.
All I am wearing is a smile of humaneness,
Isn't that what matters in human nature!
I need no faith, nation or intellect,
Nor do I need illusive pomp and ceremony.
I am happy being a human above all,
I'll stay that way forever exuding harmony.
Tried a lot many countries, races and religions,
To tie me up with their rugged exclusivities.
But my heart is too grand for any one sect,
So I dance naked without any cultural amenities.
Come join me if you like my sisters and brothers,
United we’ll free the world of all tribal attires.
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Peace Sonnet

Peace doesn't grow on trees,
Nor is it produced in factories.
It has been a concept of books,
Must it stay that way for centuries!
Where argumentation is afoot,
The mission becomes a phantom.
Where the mind thrives on tradition,
Peace is an inconvenience to the norm.
Peace is but a myth most foul,
An annoying goal that demands a lot.
We just prefer our cozy cocoons,
Giving up any of it is just plain absurd.
But there is a cure to the war disease.
Loosen your knots and there'll be peace.
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I'm No Poet (The Sonnet) | Handcrafted Humanity

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.
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Verb Over Noun (The Sonnet) | Visvavictor

I do the best of my writing,
When I don’t feel like a writer.
I create the best of my philosophy,
When I don’t feel like a philosopher.
I write the best of my poetry,
When I don’t deem myself a poet.
I publish the best of my science,
Walking just a pilgrim of knowledge.
Labels we hold dear often hold us captive,
So do not take the acronym for the act.
Designations can’t contain the designated,
Move past the noun and let the verb enact.
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Life is My Laurel (Sonnet) – Abhijit Naskar, Kral Fakir: When Calls The Kainat

You say, I’m not a real scientist!
Alright, I am not.
You say, I’m not a real philosopher!
Alright, I am not.

You say, I’m not a real writer!
Alright, I am not.
You say, I’m not a real poet!
Alright, I am not.

I have accepted certain work-titles,
for the world’s convenience, not mine –
if anything, lables-n-titles are
hindrance to my immeasurable mind.

I need no seat at your table of ivory,
for alien is none in the universe I am.
I lust after neither gold, nor laurels,
for life is my laurel – you keep your honors,
I’ll still be just the same Himalayan Human.
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