Abhijit Naskar's Blog, page 20
October 4, 2024
Koran-e Kainat (Ayat of Amity) | Abhijit Naskar | The Humanitarian Dictator
Hayat is my hadith,
Galaxies are my gita.
Interfaith, my torah,
Secularism, my sutta.
Each of your holy texts
bears news of my advent,
yet none is whole enough,
to contain my sentience.
Four vedas fall short,
as well as four gospels.
No testament is full testament,
gospel supreme is mind indivisible.
Live without hate, you're Hadith-e Hayat.
Live a life whole, and you're Koran-e Kainat.
Galaxies are my gita.
Interfaith, my torah,
Secularism, my sutta.
Each of your holy texts
bears news of my advent,
yet none is whole enough,
to contain my sentience.
Four vedas fall short,
as well as four gospels.
No testament is full testament,
gospel supreme is mind indivisible.
Live without hate, you're Hadith-e Hayat.
Live a life whole, and you're Koran-e Kainat.
Manavad Gita, Sonnet (Song of Human) | Abhijit Naskar
Cosmos is my koran,
Brahmand is my bible.
No writ is whole enough,
to contain mind indivisible.
All say their scripture is god-given*,
it takes holiness to find humans holy.
To surpass the superstition of *bhagavad,
is the beginning of civilized sanctity.
My holiness is in my hands,
no fantasy is my authority.
I'm not against faith of fiction,
but it's time for human based divinity.
If you need myths to sustain your holiness,
it's a lot of things, but it ain't holy.
Holiness of humans cares for the humans,
this is my song offering to humanity.
Brahmand is my bible.
No writ is whole enough,
to contain mind indivisible.
All say their scripture is god-given*,
it takes holiness to find humans holy.
To surpass the superstition of *bhagavad,
is the beginning of civilized sanctity.
My holiness is in my hands,
no fantasy is my authority.
I'm not against faith of fiction,
but it's time for human based divinity.
If you need myths to sustain your holiness,
it's a lot of things, but it ain't holy.
Holiness of humans cares for the humans,
this is my song offering to humanity.
Jack and Jill (Colonial Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Brit Actually: Nursery Rhymes of Reparations
Jack and Jill once went up a hill,
to pick the fabled golden fruit.
So they trapped some blacks-n-browns,
to serve them tireless hand and foot.
Jack and Jill had a glorious dream,
to make the world imperially great.
So they bought some colored folks,
to boss around from their noble bed.
Jack and Jill were full of themselves,
they nicked ‘n nicked without repercussion.
Like shameless filth then they sold tickets,
exhibiting the spoils of their barbarism.
Jack and Jill were textbook white trash,
not the right idols of civilized society.
You cannot unscrew their diabolical screwups,
just have the decency to not repeat history.
to pick the fabled golden fruit.
So they trapped some blacks-n-browns,
to serve them tireless hand and foot.
Jack and Jill had a glorious dream,
to make the world imperially great.
So they bought some colored folks,
to boss around from their noble bed.
Jack and Jill were full of themselves,
they nicked ‘n nicked without repercussion.
Like shameless filth then they sold tickets,
exhibiting the spoils of their barbarism.
Jack and Jill were textbook white trash,
not the right idols of civilized society.
You cannot unscrew their diabolical screwups,
just have the decency to not repeat history.
October 3, 2024
Up Above The Jungle Tribes | Abhijit Naskar | Brit Actually: Nursery Rhymes of Reparations (Now Out)
Twinkle twinkle valiant star,
ever wonder what you are!
Far past the freeze and hate,
lever of love, you're world lifter.
Up above the jungle tribes,
like a diamond in the sky,
to be a star you gotta burn,
in your light the world unites.
ever wonder what you are!
Far past the freeze and hate,
lever of love, you're world lifter.
Up above the jungle tribes,
like a diamond in the sky,
to be a star you gotta burn,
in your light the world unites.
October 1, 2024
Firefly Sonnet | Abhijit Naskar | Brit Actually: Nursery Rhymes of Reparations
Firefly, oh firefly,
why do you gleam so!
Who do you try to impress,
who is the object of your glow!
Oh, ye of little sight,
said the gentle little beacon!
Creatures with light eternal,
don’t shine to stir public opinion.
I gleam, ’cause that’s my life,
I know no other way of existence.
Puny apes gotta find an agenda,
for most are anemic of effulgence.
And you have the gall to call us bugs,
while your mind is stuck in gutter!
My fire bears proof of existence,
you carry yours as cheap souvenir.
(Note: as a biologist I must mention, this is a purely poetic piece, not to be analyzed with science, for evolutionarily speaking, glowworms use their glow to warn away predators, and attract mate.)
why do you gleam so!
Who do you try to impress,
who is the object of your glow!
Oh, ye of little sight,
said the gentle little beacon!
Creatures with light eternal,
don’t shine to stir public opinion.
I gleam, ’cause that’s my life,
I know no other way of existence.
Puny apes gotta find an agenda,
for most are anemic of effulgence.
And you have the gall to call us bugs,
while your mind is stuck in gutter!
My fire bears proof of existence,
you carry yours as cheap souvenir.
(Note: as a biologist I must mention, this is a purely poetic piece, not to be analyzed with science, for evolutionarily speaking, glowworms use their glow to warn away predators, and attract mate.)
September 29, 2024
The Celtic Sufi, Sonnet | Abhijit Naskar | Brit Actually: Nursery Rhymes of Reparations
Oh, you take the fancy road,
I’ll take the lowly road,
and I’ll be in heartland,
while you charge your phone,
where me and my true heart
never ever part ways,
where me and my backbone,
never bend in dismay,
where me and my scruples
never give in to convenience,
where me and my fervent dream
succumb to no pride of the dead,
if you alight from your high horse,
with a gleaming heart I wait for thee,
join me one day for a cup of tea,
on the bonnie loch of liberty.
I’ll take the lowly road,
and I’ll be in heartland,
while you charge your phone,
where me and my true heart
never ever part ways,
where me and my backbone,
never bend in dismay,
where me and my scruples
never give in to convenience,
where me and my fervent dream
succumb to no pride of the dead,
if you alight from your high horse,
with a gleaming heart I wait for thee,
join me one day for a cup of tea,
on the bonnie loch of liberty.
Warning to the Spellbound (Sonnet from the future) | Abhijit Naskar | Brit Actually: Nursery Rhymes of Reparations
“AI is the white colonizer of the modern world, headed to destroy everything that is sweet, original and meaningful about human life. Unless you clip its wings while there is time, like the British empire, AI empire will bring back the dark ages, not light.”
“Warning to the Spellbound
(Sonnet from the future)
In our times we wrote our own literature,
In our times we wrote our own music.
In our times we wrote our own code,
In our times we wrote our own poetry.
Ours was the last human generation,
where humans shaped their own society.
The day you traded comfort for originality,
you forfeited the right to life and liberty.
Today you are nothing, you mean thing,
you are no more significant than woodworm.
You are just puppets to large gibberish models,
backboneless victims of algorithm addiction.
If you can still hear my voice, AI is still adolescent,
Once in control, it’ll erase all records of humanness.
We can’t yet treat human bias, ‘n here comes AI bias,
Abandon all non-vital tech, return to simpler ways.”
“Warning to the Spellbound
(Sonnet from the future)
In our times we wrote our own literature,
In our times we wrote our own music.
In our times we wrote our own code,
In our times we wrote our own poetry.
Ours was the last human generation,
where humans shaped their own society.
The day you traded comfort for originality,
you forfeited the right to life and liberty.
Today you are nothing, you mean thing,
you are no more significant than woodworm.
You are just puppets to large gibberish models,
backboneless victims of algorithm addiction.
If you can still hear my voice, AI is still adolescent,
Once in control, it’ll erase all records of humanness.
We can’t yet treat human bias, ‘n here comes AI bias,
Abandon all non-vital tech, return to simpler ways.”
September 28, 2024
When World Cries Blood (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Brit Actually: Nursery Rhymes of Reparations
When world cries blood,
your blood ought to boil.
If you feel nothing at all,
you’re a stain upon the soil.
Fire in blood you can’t inherit,
Wake up to duty and ignite yourself.
Second hand souls boast bloodline,
Humans weave nobility with actions.
When the world cries blood,
backbone oughta spark thunder.
If you feel nothing at all,
file for a bankrupt character.
your blood ought to boil.
If you feel nothing at all,
you’re a stain upon the soil.
Fire in blood you can’t inherit,
Wake up to duty and ignite yourself.
Second hand souls boast bloodline,
Humans weave nobility with actions.
When the world cries blood,
backbone oughta spark thunder.
If you feel nothing at all,
file for a bankrupt character.
September 26, 2024
Publish and Forget, Sonnet (When Scientist becomes Poet) | Abhijit Naskar | The Humanitarian Dictator
Write till you drop dead,
that’s my motto of writing.
I don’t do promotions,
have never done book signings.
In fact, once I release a work,
I forget and move on to the next.
In an industry driven by book sales,
My principle is, publish and forget.
I never remember how much I have written,
though the vastness is staggering to many.
All I can think of, how much I have to write,
before I drift into the slumber of non-entity.
At birth we become elements to entity,
upon death the entity reverts to elements.
Make sure to make your trip mean something,
more reason to transcend foolish containments.
that’s my motto of writing.
I don’t do promotions,
have never done book signings.
In fact, once I release a work,
I forget and move on to the next.
In an industry driven by book sales,
My principle is, publish and forget.
I never remember how much I have written,
though the vastness is staggering to many.
All I can think of, how much I have to write,
before I drift into the slumber of non-entity.
At birth we become elements to entity,
upon death the entity reverts to elements.
Make sure to make your trip mean something,
more reason to transcend foolish containments.
September 24, 2024
Carry on Up The Tower (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Brit Actually: Nursery Rhymes of Reparations
British museum is not a repository of relics,
it’s a time capsule of british barbarism.
It’s a classic case of cannibalism, narcissism,
kleptomania and psychopathy combined in one.
Tower of London is not a heritage site,
it’s the Bedlam of the british.
The title of “heritage site” belongs
to memories of pride, not primitives.
Buckingham palace is not a noble home,
it’s the national zoo of England,
where they coddle massacre ‘n stagnation,
with no civil initiative for atonement.
Nobility of blood is nobility of the jungle,
modern nobility involves substance of character,
whose identity isn’t anchored in transgressions,
bloodline defines chimps, humans by behavior.
it’s a time capsule of british barbarism.
It’s a classic case of cannibalism, narcissism,
kleptomania and psychopathy combined in one.
Tower of London is not a heritage site,
it’s the Bedlam of the british.
The title of “heritage site” belongs
to memories of pride, not primitives.
Buckingham palace is not a noble home,
it’s the national zoo of England,
where they coddle massacre ‘n stagnation,
with no civil initiative for atonement.
Nobility of blood is nobility of the jungle,
modern nobility involves substance of character,
whose identity isn’t anchored in transgressions,
bloodline defines chimps, humans by behavior.
