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October 19, 2024
Don’t Hide Your Past (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | The Humanitarian Dictator
The first few minutes of my first
stage talk were absolute disaster.
First few books were mere intellectual
commentary, lacking in original Naskar.
Don’t beat yourself up for the
follies of your early years.
Doesn’t matter, you made mistakes,
what counts is, you outgrew your errors.
If a life claims a flawless history,
rest assured, it’s a concoction of lies.
Flawlessness is mark of lifelessness,
to be alive means to be battered by cries.
Mistakes are the cornerstones of clarity,
they wire your unique perception in place.
Absence of error is the end of living sanity,
to fabricate your past is to obliterate yourself.
stage talk were absolute disaster.
First few books were mere intellectual
commentary, lacking in original Naskar.
Don’t beat yourself up for the
follies of your early years.
Doesn’t matter, you made mistakes,
what counts is, you outgrew your errors.
If a life claims a flawless history,
rest assured, it’s a concoction of lies.
Flawlessness is mark of lifelessness,
to be alive means to be battered by cries.
Mistakes are the cornerstones of clarity,
they wire your unique perception in place.
Absence of error is the end of living sanity,
to fabricate your past is to obliterate yourself.
October 16, 2024
Scars are Proof | Abhijit Naskar | Yaralardan Yangın Doğar: Explorers of Night are Emperors of Dawn
Broken bone heals back stronger,
Broken heart heals back braver.
Broken mind heals back wiser,
Broken life heals back brighter.
Scars are not guilt marks,
Scars are mark of gallantry.
Scars are proof of resilience,
Scars are testament to bravery.
Scars are proof that you soldiered on,
Scars are proof that you never gave in.
Products are manufactured without scars,
People are shaped by scars and suffering.
Suffering is not a failure of life,
Suffering is a sign of life.
The living shall suffer one way or another,
So choose the reason, conscious and wise.
Broken heart heals back braver.
Broken mind heals back wiser,
Broken life heals back brighter.
Scars are not guilt marks,
Scars are mark of gallantry.
Scars are proof of resilience,
Scars are testament to bravery.
Scars are proof that you soldiered on,
Scars are proof that you never gave in.
Products are manufactured without scars,
People are shaped by scars and suffering.
Suffering is not a failure of life,
Suffering is a sign of life.
The living shall suffer one way or another,
So choose the reason, conscious and wise.
October 12, 2024
Sonnet 2000 (My Real Legacy) | Abhijit Naskar | When World Cries Blood: 90 New American Sonnets (First Look)
April, 2025 marks 10 years of Naskarism, since the release of “The Art of Neuroscience in Everything”, in April, 2015. 2025 also happens to be the year the world receives its first 2000th sonnet, in my 120th work “When World Cries Blood”. The first Naskarean Sonnet appeared in my first work of peacemaking “Fabric of Humanity”, in 2018 – Sonnet 1000 in “Himalayan Sonneteer: 100 Sonnets of Unsubmission”, in the year 2022 – and now with one foot in 2025, I give you Sonnet 2000.
“Sonnet 2000 (My Real Legacy)
My real legacy is not the books or the sonnets,
but the unbending humanitarians I’ve set on fire.
The literature is just a vessel for the spirit,
spirit of a world united, in reason and in care.
Ceaseless slurs are daily occurrence,
Mindless hate indeed plenty I face.
Yet I’ve kept all vengeance in check,
Never have I ever been lost in bitterness.
I am the line that I’ve drawn for myself,
Can’t tell you how to behave, how not.
I stand steady as the human impossible,
Rest is up to you, what to take, what not.
I don’t come from wealth, nor could I amass any,
I set out with zero dollars, and no publicity.
World integration is my life’s first madness –
this madness I leave for you, now it’s your duty.”
“Sonnet 2000 (My Real Legacy)
My real legacy is not the books or the sonnets,
but the unbending humanitarians I’ve set on fire.
The literature is just a vessel for the spirit,
spirit of a world united, in reason and in care.
Ceaseless slurs are daily occurrence,
Mindless hate indeed plenty I face.
Yet I’ve kept all vengeance in check,
Never have I ever been lost in bitterness.
I am the line that I’ve drawn for myself,
Can’t tell you how to behave, how not.
I stand steady as the human impossible,
Rest is up to you, what to take, what not.
I don’t come from wealth, nor could I amass any,
I set out with zero dollars, and no publicity.
World integration is my life’s first madness –
this madness I leave for you, now it’s your duty.”
October 9, 2024
Planet of Apes (Real Peace Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | The Humanitarian Dictator
Stronger the military,
stupider the citizens.
Louder the ammunition,
lousier the education.
Mightier the missiles,
measlier the minds.
Sharper the snipers,
sicklier the spines.
Fuller the magazines,
feebler the veins.
Bolder the bombs,
wobblier the brains.
More titanic the tanks,
more pathetic the primates.
World in trance of arms,
is a planet of the apes.
stupider the citizens.
Louder the ammunition,
lousier the education.
Mightier the missiles,
measlier the minds.
Sharper the snipers,
sicklier the spines.
Fuller the magazines,
feebler the veins.
Bolder the bombs,
wobblier the brains.
More titanic the tanks,
more pathetic the primates.
World in trance of arms,
is a planet of the apes.
October 7, 2024
Naskar not Nascar (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Brit Actually: Nursery Rhymes of Reparations
Naskar is an alter ego,
Naskar is a calling,
a madness bigger than sanity,
not chained to one being.
Even Abi is no match for Naskar,
Abi will perish, not Naskar.
Naskar is a chemical catastrophe,
priming humans as kind thunder.
Naskar is factory of humanitarians,
imbued with wonders against malice.
Muscle up your heart, heart up your brain,
uncontaminated by leanings of prejudice.
Nascar is a race, Naskar is a journey,
voyage of sapiens ushering in humanity.
Surpassing constraints of archaic bigotry,
Naskar is Manifest Humanity.
Naskar is a calling,
a madness bigger than sanity,
not chained to one being.
Even Abi is no match for Naskar,
Abi will perish, not Naskar.
Naskar is a chemical catastrophe,
priming humans as kind thunder.
Naskar is factory of humanitarians,
imbued with wonders against malice.
Muscle up your heart, heart up your brain,
uncontaminated by leanings of prejudice.
Nascar is a race, Naskar is a journey,
voyage of sapiens ushering in humanity.
Surpassing constraints of archaic bigotry,
Naskar is Manifest Humanity.
October 6, 2024
What is Truth (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Brit Actually: Nursery Rhymes of Reparations
There is not one but two truths,
truth of facts and truth of good.
Truth of facts is worth the honor,
when it serves the truth of good.
Truth of facts thrives on logic,
an effective antidote to prejudice.
Where it sucks the sweetness of life,
truth of facts is carrier of malice.
Truth of facts is carrier of logic,
Truth of good is carrier of life.
Often times they cohabit the mind,
sometimes facts only undermine life.
Pride of truth is the good it does,
without which all facts are futile.
Truth of good is truth absolute,
absence of heart makes logic vile.
truth of facts and truth of good.
Truth of facts is worth the honor,
when it serves the truth of good.
Truth of facts thrives on logic,
an effective antidote to prejudice.
Where it sucks the sweetness of life,
truth of facts is carrier of malice.
Truth of facts is carrier of logic,
Truth of good is carrier of life.
Often times they cohabit the mind,
sometimes facts only undermine life.
Pride of truth is the good it does,
without which all facts are futile.
Truth of good is truth absolute,
absence of heart makes logic vile.
Activist or Ally | Abhijit Naskar | Brit Actually: Nursery Rhymes of Reparations
Even Lincoln started off as a backboneless traditionalist, who was prepared to do whatever it takes to save the union. But in time he corrected himself, and became an ally of abolition.
If you cannot be an activist, be an ally. If you cannot be an ally, be silent. There is always something you can do, if not, try not to be an inhuman burden.
If you cannot be an activist, be an ally. If you cannot be an ally, be silent. There is always something you can do, if not, try not to be an inhuman burden.
Yankee Dongle (Pilgrim Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Brit Actually: Nursery Rhymes of Reparations
Yankee dongle crossed the pond,
sailing on a ship called Mayflower.
He plucked and tucked a feather in cap,
and called himself the lone ranger.
Yankee dongle made many westerns,
to maintain the narrative in favor.
Propaganda is a key apparatus,
when you’re out to roam as killers.
Yankee dongle ran away from home,
he had trouble with his tyrant father.
So he sought out a land of his own,
where he was the new face of terror.
Yankee dongle is his father’s son,
same vision, but 100 times the cunning.
Thus, while his father is losing grip,
pilgrim spirit continues transgressing.
sailing on a ship called Mayflower.
He plucked and tucked a feather in cap,
and called himself the lone ranger.
Yankee dongle made many westerns,
to maintain the narrative in favor.
Propaganda is a key apparatus,
when you’re out to roam as killers.
Yankee dongle ran away from home,
he had trouble with his tyrant father.
So he sought out a land of his own,
where he was the new face of terror.
Yankee dongle is his father’s son,
same vision, but 100 times the cunning.
Thus, while his father is losing grip,
pilgrim spirit continues transgressing.
God Save The King, Sonnet (New UK Anthem) | Abhijit Naskar | Brit Actually: Nursery Rhymes of Reparations
God save our gracious King,
Long live our noble King!
Even if he is a philanderer,
God save our righteous King!
Send him victorious,
happy and glorious,
ruler of the free world,
even if he is ignominious!
Thy choicest gifts in store,
on him be pleased to pour,
let starving natives starve,
so our king may rightly soar.
May he defend our laws,
and ever give us cause,
to be but proud morons,
merrying over massacres.
Long live our noble King!
Even if he is a philanderer,
God save our righteous King!
Send him victorious,
happy and glorious,
ruler of the free world,
even if he is ignominious!
Thy choicest gifts in store,
on him be pleased to pour,
let starving natives starve,
so our king may rightly soar.
May he defend our laws,
and ever give us cause,
to be but proud morons,
merrying over massacres.
Humpty Dumpty (Colonial Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Brit Actually: Nursery Rhymes of Reparations
Humpty Dumpty sat on a throne,
he made a career of divide-n-rule.
Whole west found a savior in a fool,
as he was anointed the royal mule.
He smuggled food from starving natives,
for fighting troops were far more worthy.
Adolf was designated the villain supremo,
while he was the free world’s beloved Humpty.
It’s fault of the natives to “breed like rabbits”,
he was right to be their judge and executioner.
After all, human rights mean rights of the pale,
freedom and equality don’t apply to the darker.
Humpty Dumpty was ready with his cigar,
to fight the invaders on the beaches.
Sure he was the right nut for the job,
expertise lies in centuries of practice.
he made a career of divide-n-rule.
Whole west found a savior in a fool,
as he was anointed the royal mule.
He smuggled food from starving natives,
for fighting troops were far more worthy.
Adolf was designated the villain supremo,
while he was the free world’s beloved Humpty.
It’s fault of the natives to “breed like rabbits”,
he was right to be their judge and executioner.
After all, human rights mean rights of the pale,
freedom and equality don’t apply to the darker.
Humpty Dumpty was ready with his cigar,
to fight the invaders on the beaches.
Sure he was the right nut for the job,
expertise lies in centuries of practice.
