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Obscurity Establish Greatness (Sonnet) – Abhijit Naskar, When Calls The Kainat

I grew up in a 20ft/20ft one-room house,
used to walk an hour to get to school –
and although I never knew what luxury was,
I’m just grateful, I never had to starve –

I never had to wear torn clothes,
never had to experience a leaky roof,
unlike my parents, who grew up poor,
as neither of my grandfathers were good providers.

Like my father, his father was a factory worker,
but unlike my father, he could barely feed his family,
and my other grandfather was a poor priest,
who too could barely provide for his family, with
the little money he earned from religious ceremonies.

My parents grew up in abject poverty, I grew up in
modest security, and all of it has kept me grounded.
Little obscurity is essential for building character –
luxury stunts growth, obscurity establish greatness.

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.

Sonnet for Francis – Abhijit Naskar, The God Sonnets

When the queen kicked the bucket,
I felt zero loss – unless they go out of their way,
to make amends, like did real Queen Diana,
the entire bucking(ham) bunch are irrelevant.

However, upon the passing of Francis,
I do feel a certain loss, mainly because,
despite being the head of an atrocious church,
he had the potential for growth and tolerance.

Not everyone is in the position to be
outspoken against all inhumanities,
but if you have the guts to call out even some,
you have a life-long friend in me.

I cherish every human who shows
even the slightest trace of inclusivity,
as strongly as I feel resigned towards any ape
that thrives on prejudice disguised as piety.

The First Supper (Sonnet) – Abhijit Naskar, The God Sonnets

It ends with me,
toxic masculinity ends with me,
religious intolerance ends with me –

superstition ‘n conspiracy ends with me,
prejudice and puritanism ends with me –
jungle nationalism ends with me,
animal fundamentalism ends with me –

buying into a sheepish
sinner mindset ends with me,
breaking out into a predatory
wolf mindset ends with me –

segregated spaces, both outside
and inside, end with me –
we live under one sky,
we breathe the same air,
it’s time we join each other
for the first supper.

“Either you are an artist or you use AI, you cannot do both.” Abhijit Naskar, Kral Fakir: When Calls The Kainat

I have zero tolerance for the use of AI in any aspect of human creative endeavor. We can make a separate space for AI art, but AI trash passed as human art, is an abomination of creativity – for our imperfections bear the keynote of truth. Art is a testament to human struggle – remove the human, and it’s art no more. Either you are an artist or you use AI, you cannot do both.

“Every time I write something radical, I ask myself – is it true – is it kind – is it necessary?” Abhijit Naskar, The God Sonnets

Over the years, quite a few sonnets never saw the light of day, because every time I write something radical, I always ask myself three questions – first, is it true – second, is it kind – and finally, is it necessary? And often it’s at the final question, that I’m reluctantly compelled to press delete on quite a few texts. Yet I don’t regret it, in fact, once I do delete that bit of my creation, I feel a huge load off my back – because, my mission is not mindless radicalism, my mission is mindful humanizing of the world. In the absence of heart, even truth becomes mindless – and the mindless never know they’re mindless, they feel like it’s an act of courage.

The God Commandment (Sonnet) – Abhijit Naskar, The God Sonnets

Love who you like,
stay single if you choose.
Have kids when you like,
or abort if you choose.

Keep god or not as you need,
convert to whatever you like.
There is no other grand design,
except a beautiful human mind.

What you believe or don’t is of no
consequence, one true god or another.
Imaginary friends are often therapeutic,
just don’t thrust your friend on another.

In my heart there is Mecca,
in my heart there is Bethlehem.
Humans come first, gods are disposable,
human choice is the God commandment.

When Calls The Kainat (Sonnet) – Abhijit Naskar, Kral Fakir

No matter how many years go by,
how many decades, how many centuries,
there’ll always be some people who’d
call me a fraud – don’t be upset,

don’t hold a grudge – nothing good
ever comes out of bearing grudge,
just let them be – let them be and
let them go, because I forgive them.

Let them hate their head off,
seeds of heart are already planted.
Apes throw tantrum when they are insecure,
pursuit of delusion soothes the vegetated.

When calls the Kainat*, chatter of
monkeys turn faint echoes from the past.
*Cosmos chimes in my chambers of heart –
veritas est pons, pons est veritas.

All of Her is Holy Site (Boys Be Men, Sonnet) – Abhijit Naskar, Kral Fakir: When Calls The Kainat (First Drop)

Way to a woman’s heart is through
her eyes, not between her legs.
All of her is holy site, to wander
unwelcome even with eyes is sickness.

First be her sanctuary, her safe haven,
then be the filthiest beast you can be.
Slave to her kinks between the sheets,
and in society be her shameless shield.

Anybody can stay the night,
takes backbone to stay the life.
Penetration of flesh is animal affair,
human miracle is to touch the mind.

Boys be Men! Lift your brain above your belt.
In monsoon be her brolly, in drought be her rain.

God Eyes (Sonnet) – Abhijit Naskar, The God Sonnets

Perception is not a measure of reality,
perception is a measure of distance –

from afar the sun is a dot,
from farther the milkyway is a dot,
from farther still the universe is a dot.

Likewise, from afar God is an entity,
from up close, God is a state of mind,
get closer still, and you are God.

Perception is like an oscillator circuit,
alter the value of the resistor or
capacitor, and you change the oscillation.

Likewise, truth changes based on the
resistance, ie. ignorance, and capacitance,
ie. awareness, of your vantage point.