Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "monk"

You asked, what's my nation,
I say it's humanity.
You asked, what's my language,
I say it's magnanimity.
You asked, what's my culture,
I say it's humaneness.
You asked, what's my tradition,
I say it's humbleness.
You asked, what's my gender,
I say it's fortitude.
You asked, what's my religion,
I say it's servitude.
You asked everything except my purpose.
I tell you now, it's to unite the universe.

I am a scientist but,
I don’t care about science.
I am a monk but,
I don’t care about enlightenment.
I am a philosopher but,
I don’t care about philosophy.
I am a theologian but,
I don’t care about theology.
I may use a lot of tools,
But that’s what they are – tools.
They are meant to serve society,
Not look down on people as fools.
When the tool rules, user turns a tool.
Human above all else – lo the supreme rule.

“You can neither fathom nor manifest the true vastness of the human mind, with your puny binary eyes of belief and disbelief – facts and fiction – capitalism and socialism – democracy and autocracy – logicality and sentimentality.”

“Dharmanator (The Nonduality Sonnet)

Pani, Agua, Water, it’s all one;
Ubuntu, Advaita, Ahava, it’s all one;
Creation, Consciousness, Evolution, it’s all one;
To fathom this you gotta unlearn all separatism.

Division imposed by facts and intellect is just
as degrading as those imposed by faith and fiction.
True light of knowledge obliterates all divide,
instead of turning mind into a dumpyard of reason.

When a computer engineer becomes a monk,
then that monk becomes a brain scientist,
your revered paradigms are bound to crumble,
as all institutions stand on grounds separatist.

Apes may be stuck in prehistoric duality,
Norm of the cosmos is nonduality.
With your binary eyes of belief and disbelief,
You’ll never wake up to cosmic serendipity.

Move past your psychoduality,
If you wanna unfold human vastness.
Faith and logic both will turn bland,
Once you wake up to sapiosentience.”

I’m sorry, I cannot live a single cultural,
single lingual, single scriptural existence.
I want all the cultures and languages,
I want all the scriptures and sciences.

I am the epitome of reason founded on love,
beyond the grasp of either establishment.
I don’t need to be popular in either cult,
I live as lamp to the world not another lamb.

I am a scientist aware of facts,
I also accept faith as a right.
My struggle is again’t intolerance,
not to pamper either side’s narrow sight.

I once set out as a monk, that journey has
kept the scientist grounded in tolerance.
My truth is love, not belief or disbelief,
not coldened by evidence or blinded by ignorance.

“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."

Put your conspiracy theories aside, I’ll tell you why.

Pain Fuels My Pen (Sonnet)

When I started writing, I had a partner,
I had plans to settle in Sofia with her.
But then I lost my link to the Balkans, when
she grew weary and took the hand of another.

I couldn’t write a single word for days,
but then, I let the god complex unleashed.
That’s about when my writing skyrocketed,
as the heartbreak jolted my brain
into a hyper-publishing engine.

I had all the time in the world,
and enough pain to fuel my pen.
Every time I got my heart broken,
it benefitted my mission.

First time someone broke my heart,
I dropped out of engineering
and emerged as the Monk Scientist.
Second time when I lost my love,
Planet Earth received the Poet Apocalypse.

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.

When the whites benefit from privilege,
it’s part and parcel of colonial heritage,
but when a giant rises from the marginals,
it eclipses the shallow heights of whiteness.

I’m colored, I’m scientist,
I’m poet, I’m polyglot –
coming from zero money,
I won the world with words.

Try and get your puny white brains
around this existence enigma –
compile your white canons of a century,
and they turn bleak next to just one year
of multicultural, multidisciplinary Naskar.

I never grovelled to be included,
I let my vastness out,
and the world queues for my grace.