Abhijit Naskar's Blog, page 29
June 7, 2024
Song of New France / Anthem of New Canada / Little Planet on The Prairie (New Earth Anthem) | Abhijit Naskar | The Impossible Human (100 French Sonnets)
“Chant de la Nouvelle-France
La Nouvelle-France est un art d’amour,
pas une tache de haine et d’ignorance.
La Nouvelle-France est une terre de
promesses, pas une terre d’indifférence.
La Nouvelle-France est une France
meilleure, on n’a plus soif de sang.
Nous travaillons ensemble sans division,
pour faire partie intégrante du monde.
Le Hijab, l’habit, le turban, tous égaux –
Ce qui est inacceptable, c’est l’intolérance.
Les mesures primitives sont inutiles,
Le caractère triomphe en Nouvelle-France.
La Nouvelle-France est un art d’aimer,
hors de portée des singes haineux.
La Nouvelle-France est célébration de la vie,
pas une validation de préjugés ruineux.”
Remarque : Puisque le Canada est techniquement une extension de la France, ce sonnet s’applique également au Canada.
“Hymne du Nouveau Canada
Le Nouveau-Canada est un art d’amour,
pas une tache de haine et d’ignorance.
Le Nouveau Canada est une terre de
promesses et non une terre d’indifférence.
Le Nouveau Canada est un Canada meilleur,
Notre vrai Nord est l’amour.
Nous travaillons ensemble sans division,
pour faire partie intégrante du monde.
Le Hijab, l’habit, le turban, tous égaux –
Ce qui est inacceptable, c’est l’intolérance.
Le caractère triomphe au Nouveau-Canada,
Les traditions primitives sont insignifiantes.
Le Nouveau-Canada est un art d’aimer,
hors de portée des singes haineux.
Le Nouveau-Canada est célébration de la vie,
pas une validation de préjugés ruineux.”
“Little Planet on The Prairie
(New Earth Anthem)
New Earth is an art of love,
not a stain of hateful ignorance.
New Earth is a land of promise,
not of greed and indifference.
New Earth is a blank canvas,
we gotta decide what we paint –
masterpiece of an inclusive dawn,
or a bloody reminder of apish days.
New Earth is a better Earth,
we no longer thirst after blood.
We toil together without divide,
to be a gentle beacon in the cosmos.
Hijab, habit, turban, all are equal,
It’s bigotry that is unacceptable.
On our New Earth character is supreme,
primitive traditions are expendable.
Existence here is an art of love,
at our planet on the cosmic prairie.
New Earth is a celebration of life,
not a validation of ruinous rigidity.”
Note: I wrote this sonnet originally in French for France – however, since bigotry and fanaticism are a human issue, not a national one, I adapted it to the global landscape.
La Nouvelle-France est un art d’amour,
pas une tache de haine et d’ignorance.
La Nouvelle-France est une terre de
promesses, pas une terre d’indifférence.
La Nouvelle-France est une France
meilleure, on n’a plus soif de sang.
Nous travaillons ensemble sans division,
pour faire partie intégrante du monde.
Le Hijab, l’habit, le turban, tous égaux –
Ce qui est inacceptable, c’est l’intolérance.
Les mesures primitives sont inutiles,
Le caractère triomphe en Nouvelle-France.
La Nouvelle-France est un art d’aimer,
hors de portée des singes haineux.
La Nouvelle-France est célébration de la vie,
pas une validation de préjugés ruineux.”
Remarque : Puisque le Canada est techniquement une extension de la France, ce sonnet s’applique également au Canada.
“Hymne du Nouveau Canada
Le Nouveau-Canada est un art d’amour,
pas une tache de haine et d’ignorance.
Le Nouveau Canada est une terre de
promesses et non une terre d’indifférence.
Le Nouveau Canada est un Canada meilleur,
Notre vrai Nord est l’amour.
Nous travaillons ensemble sans division,
pour faire partie intégrante du monde.
Le Hijab, l’habit, le turban, tous égaux –
Ce qui est inacceptable, c’est l’intolérance.
Le caractère triomphe au Nouveau-Canada,
Les traditions primitives sont insignifiantes.
Le Nouveau-Canada est un art d’aimer,
hors de portée des singes haineux.
Le Nouveau-Canada est célébration de la vie,
pas une validation de préjugés ruineux.”
“Little Planet on The Prairie
(New Earth Anthem)
New Earth is an art of love,
not a stain of hateful ignorance.
New Earth is a land of promise,
not of greed and indifference.
New Earth is a blank canvas,
we gotta decide what we paint –
masterpiece of an inclusive dawn,
or a bloody reminder of apish days.
New Earth is a better Earth,
we no longer thirst after blood.
We toil together without divide,
to be a gentle beacon in the cosmos.
Hijab, habit, turban, all are equal,
It’s bigotry that is unacceptable.
On our New Earth character is supreme,
primitive traditions are expendable.
Existence here is an art of love,
at our planet on the cosmic prairie.
New Earth is a celebration of life,
not a validation of ruinous rigidity.”
Note: I wrote this sonnet originally in French for France – however, since bigotry and fanaticism are a human issue, not a national one, I adapted it to the global landscape.
June 6, 2024
Des Livres, pas Des Bombes (Le Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | L’humain Impossible (100 French Sonnets)
Les bombes tuent les terroristes,
Les livres tuent le terrorisme.
Les missiles tuent les extrémistes,
La pleine conscience tue l’extrémisme.
Les balles tuent les fanatiques,
La bonté tue l’intolérance.
La loi enchaîne les gens violents,
L’amour réforme la violence.
Le Sarin ne paralyse que les méchants,
Le service guérit la méchanceté.
C4 ne fait que retarder les préjugés,
La curiosité guérit les préjugés.
La violence ne peut plus être une révolution.
La gentillesse est le remède à toute dégradation.
Les livres tuent le terrorisme.
Les missiles tuent les extrémistes,
La pleine conscience tue l’extrémisme.
Les balles tuent les fanatiques,
La bonté tue l’intolérance.
La loi enchaîne les gens violents,
L’amour réforme la violence.
Le Sarin ne paralyse que les méchants,
Le service guérit la méchanceté.
C4 ne fait que retarder les préjugés,
La curiosité guérit les préjugés.
La violence ne peut plus être une révolution.
La gentillesse est le remède à toute dégradation.
June 4, 2024
Music, Pizza & Poetry (Sonnet 1154) | Abhijit Naskar | Visvavictor: Kanima Akiyor Kainat
Hate only keeps traveling round the world,
Until one person chooses to break the cycle.
War only keeps migrating border to border,
Until one nation chooses to break the cycle.
Our ancestors handed us hate as heritage,
Like good little apes we embraced it as honor.
Never for a moment we paused to ponder,
How one stupid prejudice leads to another!
We have the capacity to conquer the stars,
Yet we’ve chained ourselves to the graveyard.
In the guise of prehistoric patriotism,
Apes made a paradigm out of hate and hurt.
Such paradigm belongs in bin –
it’s time, the cycle breaks.
Bomb the world with music,
pizza and poetry you idiots,
not Semtex, C4 and RDX.
Until one person chooses to break the cycle.
War only keeps migrating border to border,
Until one nation chooses to break the cycle.
Our ancestors handed us hate as heritage,
Like good little apes we embraced it as honor.
Never for a moment we paused to ponder,
How one stupid prejudice leads to another!
We have the capacity to conquer the stars,
Yet we’ve chained ourselves to the graveyard.
In the guise of prehistoric patriotism,
Apes made a paradigm out of hate and hurt.
Such paradigm belongs in bin –
it’s time, the cycle breaks.
Bomb the world with music,
pizza and poetry you idiots,
not Semtex, C4 and RDX.
World is My Brotherhood (Sonnet 1616) | Abhijit Naskar | Yüz Şiirlerin Yüzüğü (Ring of 100 Poems, Bilingual Edition): 100 Turkish Poems with Translations
No neighborhood without brotherhood,
No sainthood without martyrdom.
Martyrdom doesn’t mean dying in body,
but to be lost in others’ ascension.
You’re born with a human backbone,
Don’t let it be vilified by cowardice.
Backbone responsible is backbone honored,
Backbone responsible is antidote to malice.
World is in your care, carry it with grace.
No bigger disgrace than backbone bending!
Find a cause that honors your human backbone,
Humans can break, while animals bend for nothing.
Stars-n-stripes, union jack, all trivial,
for the world is my neighborhood.
I got no brotherhood of cult or creed,
for the world is my brotherhood.
No sainthood without martyrdom.
Martyrdom doesn’t mean dying in body,
but to be lost in others’ ascension.
You’re born with a human backbone,
Don’t let it be vilified by cowardice.
Backbone responsible is backbone honored,
Backbone responsible is antidote to malice.
World is in your care, carry it with grace.
No bigger disgrace than backbone bending!
Find a cause that honors your human backbone,
Humans can break, while animals bend for nothing.
Stars-n-stripes, union jack, all trivial,
for the world is my neighborhood.
I got no brotherhood of cult or creed,
for the world is my brotherhood.
June 1, 2024
Genocide is Patriotism (Sonnet 1634) | Abhijit Naskar | Yüz Şiirlerin Yüzüğü (Ring of 100 Poems, Bilingual Edition): 100 Turkish Poems with Translations
National anthems count for nothing,
when the nations are full of monkeys,
monkeys who keep buying bloodshed,
in the name of national security.
Genocide is patriotism, thus teaches
the textbook of defense and diplomacy.
What else do you expect from legal texts,
concocted by a bunch of stoneage monkeys!
Monkey kill, monkey laugh –
Monkeys are honored with medal!
Airforce, army, navy – so many ways
to maintain status quo of the jungle!
The purpose of every national anthem is to
enforce and maintain a status quo of war.
Show me a human without national pride,
I’ll show you the pathway out of war.
when the nations are full of monkeys,
monkeys who keep buying bloodshed,
in the name of national security.
Genocide is patriotism, thus teaches
the textbook of defense and diplomacy.
What else do you expect from legal texts,
concocted by a bunch of stoneage monkeys!
Monkey kill, monkey laugh –
Monkeys are honored with medal!
Airforce, army, navy – so many ways
to maintain status quo of the jungle!
The purpose of every national anthem is to
enforce and maintain a status quo of war.
Show me a human without national pride,
I’ll show you the pathway out of war.
May 31, 2024
Service is the greatest wisdom | Abhijit Naskar | Yüz Şiirlerin Yüzüğü (Ring of 100 Poems, Bilingual Edition): 100 Turkish Poems with Translations (Now Out)
Brain is there to think human,
Heart is there to feel human.
Eyes are there to see human,
Hands are there to be human.
En büyük niyet nezakettir,
En büyük inanç iyiliktir.
En büyük hikmet hizmettir,
En büyük eğitim insanlıktır.
Kindness is intention absolute,
Goodness is belief absolute.
Service is wisdom absolute,
Humanity is education absolute.
Heart is there to feel human.
Eyes are there to see human,
Hands are there to be human.
En büyük niyet nezakettir,
En büyük inanç iyiliktir.
En büyük hikmet hizmettir,
En büyük eğitim insanlıktır.
Kindness is intention absolute,
Goodness is belief absolute.
Service is wisdom absolute,
Humanity is education absolute.
May 28, 2024
I’m Here to Destroy You (Sonnet of Naskars) | Abhijit Naskar | Yüz Şiirlerin Yüzüğü (Ring of 100 Poems, Bilingual Edition): 100 Turkish Poems with Translations
I’m not here to comfort you,
I’m here to make you restless.
I’m not here to enlighten you,
I’m here to destroy you peaceless.
When one Naskar dies,
a thousand Naskars will rise.
The duties of Naskar are too heavy
for self-coddling cowards to carry.
That’s why, I’m here to destroy you,
your last ounce of self care and peace.
Doing what you need to sustain yourself is
one thing, but to obsess over it is cowardice.
I got no business with such cowardly insects,
who try to hide pettiness with perfectionism.
Give me ten messy vessels restless for purpose,
I shall give the world 10,000 years of ascension.
I’m here to make you restless.
I’m not here to enlighten you,
I’m here to destroy you peaceless.
When one Naskar dies,
a thousand Naskars will rise.
The duties of Naskar are too heavy
for self-coddling cowards to carry.
That’s why, I’m here to destroy you,
your last ounce of self care and peace.
Doing what you need to sustain yourself is
one thing, but to obsess over it is cowardice.
I got no business with such cowardly insects,
who try to hide pettiness with perfectionism.
Give me ten messy vessels restless for purpose,
I shall give the world 10,000 years of ascension.
Tanrınator (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Yüz Şiirlerin Yüzüğü (Ring of 100 Poems, Bilingual Edition): 100 Turkish Poems with Translations
To the christian I’m christian –
to neonazism, I’m nazarene ravager.
To the jew I’m just a jew –
to zionism, I’m thunderahava.
To the sanatani I’m advaitin –
to hindutva, I’m narasimha.
To the muslim I’m sufi fakir –
to islamism, I’m tanrınator.
To the atheist I’m rationalist,
to the militant I’m apocalypse.
To the intellectuals I’m an idiot,
to the narcissist I’m cataclysmic.
I’m a brother to every
believer and nonbeliever alike.
I’m the bridge that unites the shores,
I’m the bulldozer that obliterates divide.
to neonazism, I’m nazarene ravager.
To the jew I’m just a jew –
to zionism, I’m thunderahava.
To the sanatani I’m advaitin –
to hindutva, I’m narasimha.
To the muslim I’m sufi fakir –
to islamism, I’m tanrınator.
To the atheist I’m rationalist,
to the militant I’m apocalypse.
To the intellectuals I’m an idiot,
to the narcissist I’m cataclysmic.
I’m a brother to every
believer and nonbeliever alike.
I’m the bridge that unites the shores,
I’m the bulldozer that obliterates divide.
May 25, 2024
I don’t believe in a supreme being, but if you do… | Abhijit Naskar | Yüz Şiirlerin Yüzüğü (Ring of 100 Poems, Bilingual Edition): 100 Turkish Poems with Translations
I’ll tell you plainly – I don’t believe in a supreme being, but if you do, and your belief helps you be a better human, I’ll fight for your belief till my last breath. But if your belief is your excuse for intolerance and fanaticism, then you’re my child, and I am your judgment.
The same goes for those intellectual buffoons who take logic as licence to condescension. Militant atheists and religious fundamentalists are both animal retards – they belong in a museum of medieval and modern artifacts, not on civilized streets.
The same goes for those intellectual buffoons who take logic as licence to condescension. Militant atheists and religious fundamentalists are both animal retards – they belong in a museum of medieval and modern artifacts, not on civilized streets.
May 24, 2024
Visvamuslim (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Yüz Şiirlerin Yüzüğü (Ring of 100 Poems, Bilingual Edition): 100 Turkish Poems with Translations
I’m a scientist at brain,
poet and monk at heart,
philosopher at conscience.
If this tickles you the wrong way,
it’s a sign of your medievalness.
Now I’m gonna tell you something,
which will make even less sense,
unless you’re a human of the future,
beyond the gutter of nation-n-sects.
I’m a muslim poet,
a humanitarian scientist,
and an advaitin philosopher.
Figure this out, and you’ll
crack the Naskar enigma.
In an animal world of inherited division,
I’m the human cure to all apish inkling.
In this white heaven of fear and hate,
I am forgiveness, I am Visvamuslim.
poet and monk at heart,
philosopher at conscience.
If this tickles you the wrong way,
it’s a sign of your medievalness.
Now I’m gonna tell you something,
which will make even less sense,
unless you’re a human of the future,
beyond the gutter of nation-n-sects.
I’m a muslim poet,
a humanitarian scientist,
and an advaitin philosopher.
Figure this out, and you’ll
crack the Naskar enigma.
In an animal world of inherited division,
I’m the human cure to all apish inkling.
In this white heaven of fear and hate,
I am forgiveness, I am Visvamuslim.
