Abhijit Naskar's Blog, page 14
February 1, 2025
Give me a pen, I’ll give you peace (Sonnet) – Abhijit Naskar, Azad Earth Army: When The World Cries Blood
One pen can defeat a thousand guns,
that’s why books get banned, not guns.
There’s nothing more dangerous than
books that radicalize you against war.
When you take away fear from the citizens,
you take away their initiative for war.
And when citizens no longer conform to war,
that’s the biggest threat to political power.
You cannot ask citizens to pay for the bombs,
if they believe more in peace than paranoia.
Stupid taxpayers are the biggest sponsors of war,
patriotism is genocide, military is massacre.
I have zero tolerance for any civilian, politician
or scholar who takes pride in the military –
go back to the jungle, because that’s where you
belong, with the rest of your animal society.
that’s why books get banned, not guns.
There’s nothing more dangerous than
books that radicalize you against war.
When you take away fear from the citizens,
you take away their initiative for war.
And when citizens no longer conform to war,
that’s the biggest threat to political power.
You cannot ask citizens to pay for the bombs,
if they believe more in peace than paranoia.
Stupid taxpayers are the biggest sponsors of war,
patriotism is genocide, military is massacre.
I have zero tolerance for any civilian, politician
or scholar who takes pride in the military –
go back to the jungle, because that’s where you
belong, with the rest of your animal society.
January 27, 2025
The Good Conqueror (Sonnet) – Abhijit Naskar, Azad Earth Army: When The World Cries Blood
Born in the land of multiculturalism,
I grew up speaking three languages,
mother tongue, national tongue and English.
Then in my late teens I acquired
my fourth tongue Telugu on a whim,
and later along the years,
I acquired my fifth, Turkish, which
became my dearest, and my sixth,
yet to be perfected, Spanish.
That’s the only conquest I care about,
for language is the highway to culture.
Not real estate, gadgets or cash,
give me languages, give me cultures.
English is my work language,
Turkish is my love language.
Science is my brain language,
Integration, my heart language.
I grew up speaking three languages,
mother tongue, national tongue and English.
Then in my late teens I acquired
my fourth tongue Telugu on a whim,
and later along the years,
I acquired my fifth, Turkish, which
became my dearest, and my sixth,
yet to be perfected, Spanish.
That’s the only conquest I care about,
for language is the highway to culture.
Not real estate, gadgets or cash,
give me languages, give me cultures.
English is my work language,
Turkish is my love language.
Science is my brain language,
Integration, my heart language.
January 26, 2025
Birds never know (Sonnet) – Abhijit Naskar, Yüz Şiirlerin Yüzüğü (Ring of 100 Poems, Bilingual Edition)
Birds never know if the sun will rise,
yet they sing everyday right before dawn.
And sure enough the night collapses,
into the arms of the rising sun.
Kiss the world like morning sun,
Sing to the sky like waking birds.
Fret not the fears of wild insecurity,
You do your task with dutybound heart.
Touch the soul like summer breeze,
Hug the soil like monsoon rain.
Life is calling, can’t you hear!
Universe awaits your humane reign.
January 25, 2025
Dharmageddon (Untouchable Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Azad Earth Army: When The World Cries Blood
Bunch of dried up prunes bathing in sewage water
to gain instant holiness are no good to me.
I want the brave and vigorous of heart and brain,
those teeming with life, I want the uncowardly.
I want the uncompromising, I want the unbending,
I want the pure, who’ve conquered their prejudice.
Only the undoctrinated can carry the godly thunder,
only the living can bear remedy to customs of malice.
If you’re failure as a christian according to the
church, you’re likely a true christian like Christ.
I work the world flooded with living Christs and
Buddhas, not dummkopfs obeying the dead and blind.
Enough with brainless bowing to holy heap of compost,
partake no more of the flea-ridden potion of fanaticism.
Abolish all relation with dogma and ritual superstition,
sterilized in the pyre of prejudice, Arise Dharmageddon!
January 23, 2025
“Almost every child on earth dreams of travelling to America, then you grow up…” Abhijit Naskar, Azad Earth Army: When The World Cries Blood
Almost every child on earth dreams of travelling to America, then you grow up, and you realize, it’s the last place on earth any civilized person should step foot on – and those born here can’t wait to get out. It’s not American Dream, it’s American Scream – utopia for a white, straight, misogynistic animal kingdom to flourish, but an absolute purgatory for a civilized human society.
January 20, 2025
Sonnet 1984 – Abhijit Naskar, Azad Earth Army: When The World Cries Blood
Government IDs are just ankle monitors, issued
to tag citizens like dogs, or I should say, apes.
There can be governments without constitution,
but there is no government without surveillance.
When you elect a so-called representative,
you’re officially signing your life to them.
Don’t be naive enough to think otherwise,
and then yell about human rights violation.
Violation of citizen rights is right of the government,
it’s the unspoken rule of the handbook of democracy.
Once in a blue moon you may get a benevolent government,
but 9 times out of 10 you’ll end up under an autocracy.
A freethinking citizen is contradiction in terms,
no good to the grand design of democratic dictatorship.
Democracy in books is, for the people, by the people,
democracy on street is rule of the apes in a land of sheep.
to tag citizens like dogs, or I should say, apes.
There can be governments without constitution,
but there is no government without surveillance.
When you elect a so-called representative,
you’re officially signing your life to them.
Don’t be naive enough to think otherwise,
and then yell about human rights violation.
Violation of citizen rights is right of the government,
it’s the unspoken rule of the handbook of democracy.
Once in a blue moon you may get a benevolent government,
but 9 times out of 10 you’ll end up under an autocracy.
A freethinking citizen is contradiction in terms,
no good to the grand design of democratic dictatorship.
Democracy in books is, for the people, by the people,
democracy on street is rule of the apes in a land of sheep.
Data is Power (Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Azad Earth Army: When The World Cries Blood
Coming from a childhood passion for
electronics, initially I fostered a
favorable outlook on Artificial Intelligence,
but as further implications are beginning to
unfold, I’m developing an ominous distaste.
There is no question about the computational
capacities of AI, but humans are not equipped
to fathom, how to apply such power positively.
Then there is the question of instant garbage
generated by lazy prompts, passed as creativity.
It took 3 years of sweat and vision
for Michelangelo to sculpt David,
today AGI can do that in mere hours.
Does such instant cosmetic art have
any value! AI art is just fancy knockoff.
Human mind seeks understanding,
AI seeks data – lots and lots of data.
AI’s hunger for data is matched only
by the billionaire’s hunger for power.
How much power is enough power,
particularly now when data is power!
What’s the point of power and data,
if they just empower criminal behavior!
electronics, initially I fostered a
favorable outlook on Artificial Intelligence,
but as further implications are beginning to
unfold, I’m developing an ominous distaste.
There is no question about the computational
capacities of AI, but humans are not equipped
to fathom, how to apply such power positively.
Then there is the question of instant garbage
generated by lazy prompts, passed as creativity.
It took 3 years of sweat and vision
for Michelangelo to sculpt David,
today AGI can do that in mere hours.
Does such instant cosmetic art have
any value! AI art is just fancy knockoff.
Human mind seeks understanding,
AI seeks data – lots and lots of data.
AI’s hunger for data is matched only
by the billionaire’s hunger for power.
How much power is enough power,
particularly now when data is power!
What’s the point of power and data,
if they just empower criminal behavior!
January 16, 2025
Many Minds, Many Lanes (Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Azad Earth Army: When The World Cries Blood
Poetry is a way of life, and nobody
knows the way better than those lost.
And when poetry meets science, there is
nothing more magically potent than that.
Science is a way of sight, and nobody
walks it better than the undoctrinated.
Religion is a way of light, and nobody
lives it better than the undivided.
End of rigidity is the beginning of religion,
end of division is the beginning of divinity.
To acknowledge prejudice is the awakening
of reason, which is the bedrock of curiosity.
Truth of good is truth of God –
there is nothing higher, more divine.
To me faith, science, poetry, all same,
many lanes to lift our one humankind.
knows the way better than those lost.
And when poetry meets science, there is
nothing more magically potent than that.
Science is a way of sight, and nobody
walks it better than the undoctrinated.
Religion is a way of light, and nobody
lives it better than the undivided.
End of rigidity is the beginning of religion,
end of division is the beginning of divinity.
To acknowledge prejudice is the awakening
of reason, which is the bedrock of curiosity.
Truth of good is truth of God –
there is nothing higher, more divine.
To me faith, science, poetry, all same,
many lanes to lift our one humankind.
January 14, 2025
Reality is Frequency (EM Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Azad Earth Army: When The World Cries Blood
Light is a matter of frequency,
reality is a matter of (EM) waves.
I’m talking in a mathematical sense,
and not in a mumbo jumbo sort of way.
Light, there is always,
just not the kind we can see.
Just like our eyes register a limited
spectrum, mind too is blind to plenty.
Our eyes are not equipped to
perceive outside certain spectrum,
just like our mind is conditioned to
see nothing beyond self preservation.
With modern gadgets we can see the full
EM spectrum, beyond the limits of our senses.
Likewise, a well developed character
transcends the very barrier of time and space.
reality is a matter of (EM) waves.
I’m talking in a mathematical sense,
and not in a mumbo jumbo sort of way.
Light, there is always,
just not the kind we can see.
Just like our eyes register a limited
spectrum, mind too is blind to plenty.
Our eyes are not equipped to
perceive outside certain spectrum,
just like our mind is conditioned to
see nothing beyond self preservation.
With modern gadgets we can see the full
EM spectrum, beyond the limits of our senses.
Likewise, a well developed character
transcends the very barrier of time and space.
January 12, 2025
Vagabond Poet (Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Azad Earth Army: When The World Cries Blood
Bi’ gün değil, bugün,
bugün yaşamalı,
bugün parlamalı,
bugün uyanmalı,
bugün yürümeli.
Wear your wounds like crown,
not tomorrow, but today.
In front of your thunderous resolve,
intimidating clouds all fade away.
Where lips don’t speak, eyes do –
where eyes don’t speak, backbone do.
And once backbone has spoken, all the
militaries cannot render it untrue.
Poetry, my nationality,
words, my brethren.
To the world I’m monsoon,
for inside I’m barren.
bugün yaşamalı,
bugün parlamalı,
bugün uyanmalı,
bugün yürümeli.
Wear your wounds like crown,
not tomorrow, but today.
In front of your thunderous resolve,
intimidating clouds all fade away.
Where lips don’t speak, eyes do –
where eyes don’t speak, backbone do.
And once backbone has spoken, all the
militaries cannot render it untrue.
Poetry, my nationality,
words, my brethren.
To the world I’m monsoon,
for inside I’m barren.
