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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.

The Great Beyond (Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Little Planet on The Prairie

Beyond fright there is flight,
Beyond blight there is light.
Beyond hate there is height,
Beyond MAGAts there is mind.

Beyond rigidity there is growth,
Beyond bigotry there is illumination.
Beyond stereotypes there is society,
Beyond segregation there is civilization.

Beyond fundamentalism there is faith,
Beyond division there is divinity.
Beyond prejudice there is piety,
Beyond scripture there is sanctity.

Beyond the church there is Christ,
Beyond koran there is kainat (cosmos).
Beyond tradition there is transcendence,
Beyond conditioning there is concord.

All Roads Lead to People (First Sonnet of 2025) | Abhijit Naskar | Azad Earth Army: When The World Cries Blood

What the world needs is character,

character civilized enough to
prioritize benevolence over borders,
awake enough to tell right from wrong,
and not kowtow to cannibal ancestors,

alive enough to value first the welfare of
the living over the last wishes of the dead,
human enough to identify as human, beyond
the gaslighting spell of prejudiced fairytales.

What burns the bigots most is
an unbending flame of inclusion,
what the world needs is character,
radiant with loving assimilation.

All roads spring from people,
and they lead back to the people.
Whenever we deviate from each other,
we are bound to end back in the jungle.

Human I Stand (Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Azad Earth Army: When The World Cries Blood

You know, what terms like woke,
feminist, anti-racist, anti-fascist,
anti-colonialist, anti-monarchist,
anti-nationalist, pro-choice, really mean!

They imply a willful involvement to
free ourselves from primitive practices,
as opposed to wishful thinking of tradition
forcing the living to adapt to the dead.

They are a step in the right direction,
humankind’s first step to correct itself.
By no means they imply a flawless world,
rather they reflect a world where bigotries
and atrocities aren’t considered proud heritage.

No one on earth should suffer to
satisfy someone’s puritanical beliefs.
Human I stand, from the river to the sea,
I won’t let no wildlife normalize inhumanity.

Nazmahal 2, Sonnet of Lost Love | Abhijit Naskar | Azad Earth Army: When The World Cries Blood

You know who the biggest enemy
of the lover is? It’s the behaviorist.
The behaviorist warns, but the lover
wants to believe – the behaviorist
restrains, but the lover wants to fall.

So far, every time the behaviorist
has had the final word – I told you so –
yet the lover never learns the lesson.
Still at the faintest possibility of love,
lover jumps in, lock, stock and barrel.

Love misplaced is not love wasted,
Love misplaced is heart sweetened.
Trust misplaced is not trust lost,
Trust misplaced is humanity tested.

Every good deed is a test of heart,
Every act of love is existence tried.
It’s okay to be disappointed in deception,
but never let it turn your ideals into a lie.

Godmind, Sonnet 2101 | Abhijit Naskar | The God Sonnets

“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."

Be Happy, Don’t Tell Anyone (Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar, Neurosonnets | Merry Christmas 2024

Be happy, don’t tell anyone.
Go places, don’t tell anyone.
Experience life, don’t tell anyone.
Pamper the inner child, don’t tell anyone.

It’s a sad society, the news of
your happiness stirs up only jealousy.
The more you crave to publicize your joy,
more you’re stripped of your tranquility.

Your happiness doesn’t need
anybody’s stamp of approval.
Happiness kept private is
happiness invisible to the jungle.

What the jungle cannot see,
the jungle cannot destroy.
Be kind to all, but bare to few,
joy broadcasted is the end of joy.

Nazmahal, Sonnet (Palace of Grace) | Abhijit Naskar | When The World Cries Blood

Love is nothing to be ashamed of,
if there is no filth in your heart.
If your heart is pure and chaste,
you have no reason to be shy or scared.

Shame and fear are mark of filth,
heart without blemish is icon of honor.
Basic flaws are part of everyday life,
but perversion isn’t a flaw, it’s dishonor.

I’ve never looked at a person with
filth, unless permitted otherwise.
It’s consent and context that
distinguish fondness from filth.

Lovers ablaze are resident of Nazmahal*,
perverts have no place in *palace-of-grace.
Honor is in the eye of the beholder,
without which all mind is disgrace.

“Tolerance is the better name for divinity.” Abhijit Naskar, Little Planet on The Prairie

“Tolerance is the better name for divinity.”

“I accept the bible, but not nazism.
I accept the koran, but not islamism.
I accept the gita, but not hindutva.
I accept the torah, but not zionism.”

The Great Superstition (Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Little Planet on The Prairie

Fundamentalists radicalize
children for illegal terrorism,
nationalists radicalize
children for legal terrorism,

I radicalize children for peace-n-oneness,
using only their brain and backbone,
without spilling the blood of human.
Only leeches live by guns and call it honor,
brainwashed by the witchcraft of patriotism.

Fundamentalism, nationalism, these are the real
witchcraft, still practiced by modern savages.
Teachers, coppers, politicians, civil servants,
all (most) mindlessly carry the paradigm of death.

Give me a hundred humanitarian hearts,
I’ll wipe out the very concept of war.
Pack your flags with other talismans,
there is no greater superstition
than the superstition of nation.