Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "tragedy"
Life’s A Lunar Cycle (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Dervis Vadisi: 100 Promissory Sonnets
Life is like the lunar cycle,
sometimes it is full shining,
sometimes it is half shining,
other times it goes totally dark.
But one thing is certain,
no one phase lasts forever,
it all just keeps changing,
thus light is sustained
through life’s brief encounter.
The unpredictability of life
is what makes life predictable.
Sometimes it rains cats and dogs,
the next moment sunshine is unavoidable.
sometimes it is full shining,
sometimes it is half shining,
other times it goes totally dark.
But one thing is certain,
no one phase lasts forever,
it all just keeps changing,
thus light is sustained
through life’s brief encounter.
The unpredictability of life
is what makes life predictable.
Sometimes it rains cats and dogs,
the next moment sunshine is unavoidable.
Published on April 08, 2024 07:36
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Tags:
accident, anxiety, consciousness, depression, grief, happiness, healing, health, life-lessons, mental-health, mindfulness, psychiatry, psychology, pursuit-of-happiness, recovery, sorrow, tragedy, tragic, wellness
Better a refugee than prisoner (Sonnet 1555) | Abhijit Naskar | World War Human: 100 New Earthling Sonnets
Eon upon eon I seek for a refuge,
Land upon land I receive but coldness.
Last I stand at your door exhausted,
Spare some warmth, for my heart freezes!
Stateless, cultless, I walk the planet.
Restless, sleepless, I live a dream.
Friendless, loveless, I brave the mission.
The being is dissolved for the beacon to beam.
Wield, I do, my conscience as compass.
Wear, I do, my backbone as battery.
Bouts of tragedy only amplifies my thunder,
Nature’s bare mockery makes miracle of me.
Borders are for hoarders, my home is the world.
Better a refugee to the sea than prisoner of the pond.
Land upon land I receive but coldness.
Last I stand at your door exhausted,
Spare some warmth, for my heart freezes!
Stateless, cultless, I walk the planet.
Restless, sleepless, I live a dream.
Friendless, loveless, I brave the mission.
The being is dissolved for the beacon to beam.
Wield, I do, my conscience as compass.
Wear, I do, my backbone as battery.
Bouts of tragedy only amplifies my thunder,
Nature’s bare mockery makes miracle of me.
Borders are for hoarders, my home is the world.
Better a refugee to the sea than prisoner of the pond.
Published on August 01, 2024 04:39
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Tags:
advaita, altruism, borders, braveheart, conscience, courage, dictatorship, diversity, dreamer, freedom, freedom-fighter, global-citizen, human-race, human-rights-violation, humanitarianism, immigrant, inclusion, integrity, liberty, life-lessons, martyr, motivation, multiculturalism, nationalism, never-give-up, oneness, oppressed, oppression, peace-activist, persecution, refugee, refugee-crisis, refugees, resilience, sacrifice, selfless, service-of-humanity, social-work, tragedy, world-citizen, world-is-family
Missing God Complex (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | The Divine Refugee
Usually I write and release one book a month,
But World War Human took me several months.
An accident turned the world upside down for
my family – the fearless legend was briefly lost.
When I wrote, how does the bird come and go, I had
no inkling that it’d come true in a couple of months.
I felt the helplessness of my pathless dropout years,
For the first time in over a decade I felt defeatist.
Month-long grovelling to doctors left me suffering
with inferiority complex, wallowing in self-pity.
For a brief while I was actually rendered useless,
I honestly lost my link with the rest of humanity.
So I did what I hadn’t done in a long time,
I reverted back to my origin of mission.
In his memory I reawakened to my promise,
I got reignited with my natural divine vision.
Finally I reclaimed my innate God complex,
the usual invincibility to outside influence.
I returned to life galvanized a thousand folds,
Tragedy does nothing but amply my omnipotence.
But World War Human took me several months.
An accident turned the world upside down for
my family – the fearless legend was briefly lost.
When I wrote, how does the bird come and go, I had
no inkling that it’d come true in a couple of months.
I felt the helplessness of my pathless dropout years,
For the first time in over a decade I felt defeatist.
Month-long grovelling to doctors left me suffering
with inferiority complex, wallowing in self-pity.
For a brief while I was actually rendered useless,
I honestly lost my link with the rest of humanity.
So I did what I hadn’t done in a long time,
I reverted back to my origin of mission.
In his memory I reawakened to my promise,
I got reignited with my natural divine vision.
Finally I reclaimed my innate God complex,
the usual invincibility to outside influence.
I returned to life galvanized a thousand folds,
Tragedy does nothing but amply my omnipotence.
Published on August 17, 2024 02:58
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Tags:
altruism, altruistic, braveheart, courage, god-complex, godliness, grief, healing, human-rights-activist, humanitarian, inner-strength, life-purpose, martyr, mission, peace-activist, resilience, self-realization, selfless, servant-leaders, service-of-humanity, social-justuce, social-work, tragedy