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Consciousness not Compost (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | The Divine Refugee

Owning brand new devices counts for nothing,
if your mind belongs brutally to the stoneage.
It’s okay to carry trinkets as heirloom,
but consciousness is no object of heritage.

To make heritage out of consciousness
is to make garbage out of consciousness.
To make tradition out of stagnation
is to make fertilizer out of living veins.

What’s in your head, fervor or fertilizer!
What are you, consciousness or compost!
Buy some flowers for your ancestral graves,
but never become compost to get their praise!

Divergent Dynamite (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | The Divine Refugee

You only know my infinite radiance,
you got no clue to my innate hurricane.
Day in and day out I struggle autistic,
Genius is outcome of a mind broken.

There are cracks across my heart,
nothing can bar the pouring rays.
Light is but suffering harnessed,
Genius is brokenness harnessed.

There is no end to my exuberance,
limits of typicals don't apply to me.
I am but an enigma of unbending tenacity,
every breath is testament to impossibility.

Divergence is nature's way to expansion.
Divergent dynamite I, am living evolution.

Silicon and Sapiens (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | World War Human: 100 New Earthling Sonnets

Once upon a time,
I put down my soldering iron
and picked up the keyboard,
for I couldn’t afford to sustain
my passion for electronics any more.

But now that I look back,
It was for the best.
The world has plenty tech genius,
what it lacks is reformer scientist.

My inside awareness of machine intricacies
has been an aid to my neuroscience.
In a world torn between mind and machine,
I bridge the shores of silicon and sapiens.

Biologists often diss the potential of machine,
just like gadgeteers are oblivious to life.
Life is a cosmic miracle, machines are a human one,
and with added purpose, machines could be
the mightiest defense of life.

Humanovator (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | The Divine Refugee

Chatgpt pampers plagiarism,
Facebook pampers conspiracy.
More and more innovations are
becoming catalyst of catastrophe.

Note, I didn’t mention the birdie,
Very mindful, very demure.
Facebook can still be repaired,
but once a MAGA, always a sewer.

Innovation that outlives its usefulness,
is no longer innovation but carnivoration.
Innovators not in touch with soil-n-roots,
are predators of the concrete jungle.

The golden age of startups is behind us,
today it’s mostly filth, fraud and smut.
Amidst the crowd of trust fund termites,
be the humanovator to humanize the world.

Naskarism, Marxism, Buddhism, Sufism, Confucianism, Christianism, Judaism, it’s all human construct.” Abhijit Naskar, The Divine Refugee

Best way apes know to make sure nobody questions their words is to call them divine intervention, rather than human creation. But if you could transcend the primitive instinct of connecting divinity with the supernatural, you would plainly see, human creation is divine creation – human intervention is the most divine it gets. That is why, my creations are divine creation, but that divinity is firmly rooted in my own consciousness – not in some imaginary heaven, but in my own organic and very much mortal human brain.

Quran, Bible, Vedas – it’s all human creation, no matter how much their proponents peddle them otherwise. Sure, they have a divine element to them, hence, there is good in them, but that divinity, that goodness, is rooted in humans, not in some anthropomorphic supernatural deity.

Naskarism, Marxism, Buddhism, Sufism, Confucianism, Christianism, Judaism, it’s all human construct. As such, none of it is infallible. Yours truly admits that, so did my friend Sid (Buddha), as well as my brother Mevlana (Rumi). And what’s wrong with acknowledging the possibility of folly anyway! It is only through folly that fervor unfolds – it is only through mistakes that the mind expands.

It’s A Funny World We Live in | Abhijit Naskar | World War Human: 100 New Earthling Sonnets

It’s a funny world we live in,

When we are young, we pretend to be old.
When we are old, we pretend to be young.
When we are home, we want to see the world.
When on the road, we want to get home.

We are never happy at the moment,
we like to admire the idea of happiness.
We like to worship it from afar,
real happiness is fraught with troubles.

What I learnt from haters (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | The Divine Refugee

In the recent years I’ve come to realize,
when you stand firm on rights and equality,
seeing you as threat, they brand you dictator.
When you have no firm conviction whatsoever,
you ain’t someone worth noting, just a number.

I’m flattered when they make serious time out
to call me stupid, meaningless and narcissist.
If intolerance of prejudice makes me a dictator,
Hundred Hitlers fall pale to my God complex.

I don’t consider creatures like Winnie human,
who have no regard for rights over tradition.
If this makes you think, I’m megalomaniacal,
it’s alright, you are just lost children.

I once said, no one is inferior to no one,
except those who think of others as such.
If this simple truth makes me the enemy,
ecology 101: sun always repels the badgers.

Life Love Liberty, Sonnet 1548 (Hayat Habib Huriyat) | Abhijit Naskar | World War Human: 100 New Earthling Sonnets

My divinity is not rooted
in god or scripture,
my divinity is rooted
in human welfare.

My science is not rooted
in cold logic venture,
my science is rooted
in human welfare.

My philosophy is not rooted
in intellectual gymnastics,
my philosophy is rooted
in uprooting prejudice.

My Life is rooted in Love and Liberty.
Hayat Habib Huriyat, that’s my identity.

Apartheid Sonnet | Abhijit Naskar | The Divine Refugee

Integration 101: I don’t exist,
that’s my law of integration.
Had I not told you my name,
it’d be impossible for you
to know my culture and nation.

Any ape can boast about its culture,
I’ll die roaring for all but my own.
I am local of a borderblind world,
something illegible to the cavegrown.

Borders are glorified apartheid,
Passports are glorified bus pass.
No peace can ever come to light,
from the doings of apartheid heart.

Latinos regard me as latino,
Americans reckon I’m american,
Muslims consider me a muslim,
that’s how I’ve lived as a human.

Alien Native (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Brit Actually: Nursery Rhymes of Reparations (First Drop)

When natives are treated alien,
and aliens take over as master,
cultures uprooted by legal decree,
honor is stolen as spoils of war,

empires erected on blood and bones,
when prosperity is rooted in plunder,
homes are stripped of hopes and dreams,
violations feed the palace of blunder,

when baboons are adorned with bootleg,
each rock is drenched in bloodshed,
when festivities thrive on thievery,
correction is cursed as blasphemous,

defying the delirium of king and country,
rise and stand human against imperial larceny.