Abhijit Naskar's Blog, page 18
November 9, 2024
Walking Wardencliffe | Abhijit Naskar | The Divine Refugee
Go, get drunk, my friend!
Get so drunk with a vision unseen,
even monsoon begins to cry!
Get so drunk with an unbent cause,
even bosons bow to thy might!
Get so drunk with incorruptibility,
you emerge a walking Wardencliffe.
Get so drunk with accountability,
no Rorschach can analyze your spirit.
Get so drunk with uncontaminated justice,
every government keeps a file on you!
Get so drunk with untainted love,
conclaves convene to decipher you!
Get so drunk with a vision unseen,
even monsoon begins to cry!
Get so drunk with an unbent cause,
even bosons bow to thy might!
Get so drunk with incorruptibility,
you emerge a walking Wardencliffe.
Get so drunk with accountability,
no Rorschach can analyze your spirit.
Get so drunk with uncontaminated justice,
every government keeps a file on you!
Get so drunk with untainted love,
conclaves convene to decipher you!
November 8, 2024
Age of AI (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | The Humanitarian Dictator
Welcome to the age of AI, where algorithms
grow bigger, and minds get smaller,
where freedom is the new prison,
character retreats as cave dweller.
Welcome to the age of AI,
where deceit is the new creativity,
where hate is a human right,
malinformation is a legal industry.
Welcome to the age of AI,
where algorithms are still nonsentient,
but so are the people that use them,
mindlessness is trend of the new sapiens.
Welcome to the age of AI, where global goals
are still a dream, only more distant.
Prove me wrong – I beg of you –
Stand up and behave, a proper Sapiens!
grow bigger, and minds get smaller,
where freedom is the new prison,
character retreats as cave dweller.
Welcome to the age of AI,
where deceit is the new creativity,
where hate is a human right,
malinformation is a legal industry.
Welcome to the age of AI,
where algorithms are still nonsentient,
but so are the people that use them,
mindlessness is trend of the new sapiens.
Welcome to the age of AI, where global goals
are still a dream, only more distant.
Prove me wrong – I beg of you –
Stand up and behave, a proper Sapiens!
November 7, 2024
New Civil War Has Begun, Sonnet (Letter to Bigots) | Abhijit Naskar | When World Cries Blood: New Civil War Sonnets
One by one every nation is
regressing back to the cavemen days.
Persecution is becoming national norm,
that too, by means of democratic ways.
What’s the point of having a democracy,
if in the end, you elect bigoted autocrats!
Which only points to an uncomfortable truth,
world population is still dominated by bigots.
Whole world is headed back to the dark ages,
unlike last time, this time it’s people’s will.
Bigots pretend human, but bigots elect bigots –
once an ape, always an ape, thus blooms a jungle.
You cannot expect me to respect your opinion,
when your opinion is founded in discrimination.
Intolerance is not a difference in opinion,
any more than hate crime is a right to freedom.
You can have your little victories, for I know,
it’s difficult to outgrow your jungle basement.
But this I promise you, I’ll ignite your children
into a sanctifying thunder of emancipation.
regressing back to the cavemen days.
Persecution is becoming national norm,
that too, by means of democratic ways.
What’s the point of having a democracy,
if in the end, you elect bigoted autocrats!
Which only points to an uncomfortable truth,
world population is still dominated by bigots.
Whole world is headed back to the dark ages,
unlike last time, this time it’s people’s will.
Bigots pretend human, but bigots elect bigots –
once an ape, always an ape, thus blooms a jungle.
You cannot expect me to respect your opinion,
when your opinion is founded in discrimination.
Intolerance is not a difference in opinion,
any more than hate crime is a right to freedom.
You can have your little victories, for I know,
it’s difficult to outgrow your jungle basement.
But this I promise you, I’ll ignite your children
into a sanctifying thunder of emancipation.
November 2, 2024
Shehit Shair Society, Sonnet (Martyr Poets Society) | Abhijit Naskar | The Humanitarian Dictator
Poet* is martyred so poetry can live,
Monk is martyred so holiness can live.
Reformer is martyred so society can live,
Dervish is martyred so the cosmos can live.
Sufi is martyred so serenity can breathe,
Scientist is martyred so reason finds light.
Philosopher is martyred so curiosity lives,
Saint is martyred to keep the promise alive.
The just are martyred so injustice ends –
they diss us woke, we couldn’t care less.
*Shairs and seers, we are sad figures –
It’s from our wounds, the world draws courage.
Walk your wounds, surf your suffering.
Amidst self-lovers, martyr is the king.
Monk is martyred so holiness can live.
Reformer is martyred so society can live,
Dervish is martyred so the cosmos can live.
Sufi is martyred so serenity can breathe,
Scientist is martyred so reason finds light.
Philosopher is martyred so curiosity lives,
Saint is martyred to keep the promise alive.
The just are martyred so injustice ends –
they diss us woke, we couldn’t care less.
*Shairs and seers, we are sad figures –
It’s from our wounds, the world draws courage.
Walk your wounds, surf your suffering.
Amidst self-lovers, martyr is the king.
October 29, 2024
Height of Human (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | The Humanitarian Dictator
Enter a hall with high
ceiling, and you feel small,
in a room with low ceiling
you feel like a giant.
The height of human
doesn’t depend on numbers,
we judge our height
relative to the world around.
Bigots hate an inclusive world
not because it is unorthodox,
but because it reminds them,
how puny they are – how small.
Hence they lash out at an island
of people, as an island of garbage.
Only garbage are those calling others
as such – time ’tis to hand them sentence.
ceiling, and you feel small,
in a room with low ceiling
you feel like a giant.
The height of human
doesn’t depend on numbers,
we judge our height
relative to the world around.
Bigots hate an inclusive world
not because it is unorthodox,
but because it reminds them,
how puny they are – how small.
Hence they lash out at an island
of people, as an island of garbage.
Only garbage are those calling others
as such – time ’tis to hand them sentence.
October 28, 2024
Sonnet on The Spectrum (Diary of An Autistic Neuroscientist | Abhijit Naskar | The Humanitarian Dictator
We, on the spectrum, are often
misconstrued as rude or audacious.
Problem is not that we feel too little,
but that we feel too crippling much.
Sensory overload is our biggest struggle,
an eternal battle against daily situations.
Storms that the normals experience only in
tragedy, are our life’s everyday occurrence.
Sidelining the stormy torment of the spectrum,
the world romanticizes with autistic savants.
I never could communicate with my parents,
and they never knew what my struggle was.
We autistics have difficulty communicating,
till we speak on a matter of interest.
Then we can jabber like any neurotypical,
bursting with joy in our nerves and veins.
misconstrued as rude or audacious.
Problem is not that we feel too little,
but that we feel too crippling much.
Sensory overload is our biggest struggle,
an eternal battle against daily situations.
Storms that the normals experience only in
tragedy, are our life’s everyday occurrence.
Sidelining the stormy torment of the spectrum,
the world romanticizes with autistic savants.
I never could communicate with my parents,
and they never knew what my struggle was.
We autistics have difficulty communicating,
till we speak on a matter of interest.
Then we can jabber like any neurotypical,
bursting with joy in our nerves and veins.
October 27, 2024
Lives to Serve Before I Sleep (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | The Humanitarian Dictator
Lives to serve before I sleep,
Service is my salvation.
Wounds to heal before I sleep,
Selfless joy brings illumination.
There are times people need help,
there are times they need motivation.
Keep your mouth absolutely shut,
if you cannot make the distinction.
Bridges to build before I sleep,
Walls are too savage a burden.
Tears to wipe before I sleep,
In human smile lies human heaven.
Chains to hack before I sleep,
Chains hack humanity to pieces.
Peace to plant before I sleep,
Come join me, let’s grow a forest!
Service is my salvation.
Wounds to heal before I sleep,
Selfless joy brings illumination.
There are times people need help,
there are times they need motivation.
Keep your mouth absolutely shut,
if you cannot make the distinction.
Bridges to build before I sleep,
Walls are too savage a burden.
Tears to wipe before I sleep,
In human smile lies human heaven.
Chains to hack before I sleep,
Chains hack humanity to pieces.
Peace to plant before I sleep,
Come join me, let’s grow a forest!
October 26, 2024
Where God Retreats (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | The Humanitarian Dictator
Where God retreats,
Human must step in.
Where myths fall short,
Mind must intervene.
Where doctrines dwindle,
Conscience must march uncorrupt.
Where scriptures fall cripple,
Character must stand on guard.
Where logic dreads to tread,
Love must rush to rescue life.
Where governments legalize fear,
Citizens must be bearer of light.
Advance of Human is advance of God.
Wishful indolence is religion of the cod.
Human must step in.
Where myths fall short,
Mind must intervene.
Where doctrines dwindle,
Conscience must march uncorrupt.
Where scriptures fall cripple,
Character must stand on guard.
Where logic dreads to tread,
Love must rush to rescue life.
Where governments legalize fear,
Citizens must be bearer of light.
Advance of Human is advance of God.
Wishful indolence is religion of the cod.
October 25, 2024
Robo Sapiens (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | The Humanitarian Dictator
Artificial Intelligence could be
the greatest boon in accessibility,
yet AI enthusiasm is exhausted in
grotesque plagiarism and pomposity.
Tech giants of today suffer
from the worst kind of handicap
of all, lack of human perspective.
Till you treat this common coldness,
all innovation is mere fancy gimmick.
Innovation has power to lift the world,
yet it has become toys of privilege.
Cyborg souls sell cyborg machines,
beastly grotesque and senseless.
Once upon a time in the future,
robovans will carry robo-sapiens,
apes advanced in feats of silicon,
yet degraded in feats of sentience.
the greatest boon in accessibility,
yet AI enthusiasm is exhausted in
grotesque plagiarism and pomposity.
Tech giants of today suffer
from the worst kind of handicap
of all, lack of human perspective.
Till you treat this common coldness,
all innovation is mere fancy gimmick.
Innovation has power to lift the world,
yet it has become toys of privilege.
Cyborg souls sell cyborg machines,
beastly grotesque and senseless.
Once upon a time in the future,
robovans will carry robo-sapiens,
apes advanced in feats of silicon,
yet degraded in feats of sentience.
October 22, 2024
Sonnets to Write Before I Sleep (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | The Humanitarian Dictator
When I finished my first 1000 sonnets,
I felt, now I shall take it slow.
But now at the finishing of second 1000,
I feel, I gotta write thousands more!
The first thousand took me four years,
the second thousand took me two years,
all without an ounce of industry support,
I am the sole maker of my literary empire.
Sonnets are my vessel of reason,
Sonnets are my bearer of justice.
Sonnets are my medium of divinity,
I’m my sonnets – antidote to malice.
Proof of poetry is in the spirit,
Proof of justice is among the just.
Worlds to unite before I sleep,
Proof of life is in standing guard.
I felt, now I shall take it slow.
But now at the finishing of second 1000,
I feel, I gotta write thousands more!
The first thousand took me four years,
the second thousand took me two years,
all without an ounce of industry support,
I am the sole maker of my literary empire.
Sonnets are my vessel of reason,
Sonnets are my bearer of justice.
Sonnets are my medium of divinity,
I’m my sonnets – antidote to malice.
Proof of poetry is in the spirit,
Proof of justice is among the just.
Worlds to unite before I sleep,
Proof of life is in standing guard.
