Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "scientist-poet"

Everybody loves Rumi,
I learnt his tongue,
So I could pick up where he left off.
Better than basking in borrowed light,
Is to be an original light to the world.

Everybody yells, viva la libertad,
I learnt el idioma, so I could
humanize the paradigm of revolution.
Everybody loves Indus valley diversity,
Annitiki munde anni shaashtralu nerchkunnanu,
So I’m never out of spice for my humanitarianism.

Everybody loves boasting about their culture,
I spent years making all the cultures my own.
Thus my strength was amplified a thousand folds,
My sight expanded beyond all norms of vision known.

Polyglots have more fun – there is no question.
When science, poetry and polyglottery come together,
That’s the beginning of a paradigm bending revolution.

“Now more than ever the hateful, intolerant, separatist bigots need our help, for they are ill, terribly ill. They are suffering from a condition, I call, Clinical Culturitis. So next time you see one, offer them a flower, and say – get well soon!”

“Get Well Soon (The Sonnet)

Upon absorbing all cultures into my blood,
I realize, the supreme culture is love.
Upon studying all scriptures as my own,
I realize, the supreme gospel is love.
Even after speaking six languages,
I say, the supreme language is love.
Upon observing all political ideologies,
I say, only ideal worth submission is love.
Unfolding the neural underpinnings of behavior,
I realize, seed of civilization is love.
Unraveling the cellular mysteries of life,
I realize, existence oughta be a record of love.
Tiny-brained know-it-alls will still yell,
their culture beats all, like some tipsy loon.
To which all I can say is – get well soon!”

Istanbul to Alpha Centauri,
Cosmos courses in my corpuscles.
Religion, nation, stuff it all,
Benevolence makes the world livable.

Din, dünya, milliyet falan,
hiç umurumda değil.
Sen mutlu ol – bana yeter.
Scripture, constitution, god, government,
Nothing matters to me, except behavior.

The greatest iftar is
to break the fast of apathy,
with the feast of affection.
Sin humano no hay dios,
Where there is no kindness
there is no divine intervention.

Sapiens intervention is divine intervention,
There is nothing higher or more mighty.
When we are obliterated in lifting the fallen,
That’s the living manifestation of the almighty.

In the beginning even I was,
Bedazzled by the concept of truth.
It took me some time to,
Step across the lure of truth.
That is when I realized that,
Every brain creates its own truth.
So we’d never achieve harmony,
With the heartless pursuit of truth.
Understanding the definition of truth,
May differ from person to person.
But the virtues of basic goodness,
Need no divisive interpretation.
Always place love first, truth second.
Humanity first, intelligence second!

The purpose of science is its correction,
The purpose of religion is its extinction.
The purpose of art is purposeful reflection,
The purpose of a human is self-annihilation.
The purpose of hands is to unfold in help,
The purpose of heart is to be a shelter.
The purpose of feet is to walk forward,
The purpose of eyes is to enhance insight.
Purpose is the antithesis of imprisonment,
Life is the antithesis of indoctrination.
Hands aren’t meant to be used for hogging,
Heart is the antithesis of division.
All purpose must be an aid to the uplift of humanity.
If it is impediment, it ain’t no purpose, but inhumanity.

Truth is the pandemic,
Truth is the terror.
My truth versus your truth,
Your truth versus another.
We speak of truth as if it’s a constant,
We chase it as antidote to our insecurity.
Most of our truths bring not understanding,
We cook up truth to fan our self-centricity.
Truth, in truth, is the opposite of stagnation,
Contraction repels all hope for understanding.
Truth is not a fixed point, but an act in motion,
Truth is the courageous act of a mind expanding.
Hence, to seek security one must not seek truth.
To seek truth, with security you must cut all truce.

How do we erase phobia from the world? First make a name for yourself, then associate that name to everything the world is ignorantly afraid of. In a pavlovian world where rating-hungry separatist media has conditioned the people to subconsciously relate every act of terror to a specific community, use your life to decondition the world – stand as the first human who is not afraid of humankind. That’s why I say – I am a muslim poet, a humanitarian scientist, a latin lover, and an advaitin monk – I am an alternate dimension – an immeasurable dimension – where human oneness takes preference over animal separateness.

I am not a poet,
I am a paradigm.
I am no religionist,
But the source divine.
More than a scientist,
I’m a compass to science.
I am not a philosopher,
But a purposeful alliance.
I am not some legal giant,
But a valley of lawless order.
Transcending Sieg Heil and Star Spangled Banner,
I am the Visva (world), I am the Victor.

Science is neither boastful nor bashful,
Science stands dutybound, forever mindful.
Science gives the final answer as a ray of hope,
With all avenues exhausted to the last granule.

Science is neither defensive nor offensive,
Science can’t afford such primitive prerogative.
Transcending binary norms science acts whole,
Defying the comfort of all corrosive narrative.

Science is slave to none, science enslaves none,
Science blooms from reason, endorsing curiosity.
But don’t ever confuse curiosity with cynicism,
Curiosity brings understanding, cynicism apathy.

Average scientists seek answers,
Great scientist seeks questions.
Submissive scientists chase solutions,
I’m a Rowdy Scientist, give me problems!

Science is my ode to society,
Science is serenade to society.
Science is the road to society,
Science is my aid to society.

Science is my poetry,
Science is philosophy.
Science is my thriller,
Science is my love story.

Science is not a love of knowledge,
Science is love of the light of knowledge.
Light of knowledge doesn’t allow inhumanity,
Even if it’s peddled in the benefit of knowledge.

Science is love, science is light,
Science is torch to the world at night.
Sometimes boring, sometimes daring,
Science es el loco amante of life.