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Sonnet 2500 – Abhijit Naskar, Sonnets from The Mountaintop (First Drop)

You’re right, I am not a poet,
I have not written hundreds of poems;
you’re right, I am not a writer,
I have not written a couple of books.

I’m sorry, I am not a poet,
I have not written hundreds of sonnets,
I have written thousands –
I have not written a handful of books,
I have erected a library.

You do not have the scales
in your two-dimensional intellect
to measure the multidimensional
Ecosystem of Expansion –

larger than tribe,
larger than time,
I am Detonation of The First
Multicultural Civilization.

When Whiteness Collapses (Sonnet) – Abhijit Naskar, Kral Fakir: When Calls The Kainat

When the whites benefit from privilege,
it’s part and parcel of colonial heritage,
but when a giant rises from the marginals,
it eclipses the shallow heights of whiteness.

I’m colored, I’m scientist,
I’m poet, I’m polyglot –
coming from zero money,
I won the world with words.

Try and get your puny white brains
around this existence enigma –
compile your white canons of a century,
and they turn bleak next to just one year
of multicultural, multidisciplinary Naskar.

I never grovelled to be included,
I let my vastness out,
and the world queues for my grace.

Pilgrim’s Regress (Sonnet 2324) ― Abhijit Naskar, Kral Fakir: When Calls The Kainat

Mirage mistaken as message,
when ethnic cleansing feels enlightened,
Sinai becomes septic,
Bethlehem becomes Bedlam.

Dogma decreed as divine,
when superstition feels highly sacred,
Vrindavan becomes a garbage dump,
Ayodhya becomes capital of savages.

When another’s belief is delusion,
but our belief is religion,
Mecca becomes a pilgrimage of maniacs,
Damascus becomes ulcer to civilization.

The confidence of ignorance is always
louder than the confidence of knowledge.
Truth raises more questions than answers,
whereas lies are snugly, sure and doubtless.

Sanitizing Textbooks (Sonnet 2317) – Abhijit Naskar, Kral Fakir: When Calls The Kainat

Abolish all white teachers from schools
and universities across the world,
and replace them with noncaucasians,
and the human race will be decolonized
and properly civilized within a hundred years –

but then again, that would be just as inhuman,
ethnic cleansing doesn’t cure ethnic cleansing,
so we have to go for the only humane alternative,
and sanitize every last textbook of all whitewashing.

Give up the filthy habit of associating philosophy
with the greeks, and poetry with the english –
education that doesn’t reflect plural humanity,
raises only goodlooking jungle rubbish.

We need special instruments to see
the full spectrum of electromagnetic waves,
but to feel the full spectrum of humanity
a heart freed from supremacy is sufficient.

Neuronigger (Sonnet 2316) – Abhijit Naskar, Kral Fakir: When Calls The Kainat

Call me pilgrim or call me beggar,
you be my Shams, I, your Mevlana.
Call me neuro or call me nigger,
to some I’m Valium, to others Viagra.

Without salt from the South of Earth,
world philosophy, world science,
world poetry, all collapse into dust.

Wipe the south from history,
you wipe out culture and civilization,
wipe the north, you spare the planet
the most uncivilized of criminals.

Yet, holocaust for holocaust
leaves humanity in plaster cast;
human defends human,
dreams this Neuronigger.

She is not territory, she is temple (Sonnet) ― Abhijit Naskar, Kral Fakir: When Calls The Kainat

She is not a territory to conquer,
she is a temple that grants
entry only through trust,
even the gaze must be earned.

I’ll never get down on one knee,
if I do, I’ll get down on both knees –
absolute surrender, nothing left out.

I don’t wanna be a tourist, a passing fling,
I am a pilgrim to your love, to your life,
and at times when you permit, to your body.

By default all women are my sisters,
I may make an exception if I lose my heart,
even then my conscience wouldn’t allow filth,
till I’ve earned her unwavering trust.

The Beggar King (Sonnet 2314) – Abhijit Naskar, Kral Fakir: When Calls The Kainat

I wear the same casual outfit everywhere,
pair of jeans with a shirt or tshirt –
people wear fancy clothes either to
look and feel good, or impress others,
I have no need for either, so I walk like beggar.

Vanity and validation are for the small of mind,
Himalayan Human has no need for cosmetic adornment.
The Sun is beyond the realms of humility and hubris,
I’m neither humble nor hubrous, just burning with mission.

I wear my backbone as battery, brain is my currency,
heart is my bedrock, character is my legacy.
I see neither man nor woman, I only see human;
I see neither rich nor poor, I only see behavior.

Savages are known by aristocratic opulence,
Sapiens is known by vagrant virtue-n-valiance.

Homing Pigeon (Sonnet 2311) – Abhijit Naskar, Kral Fakir: When Calls The Kainat

I’m a homing pigeon,
and I’m homing in on integration –
and since there is no such thing,
I’m building my homeworld person by person.

I’ll never force you to be inclusive,
if you do harm, I’ll restrain you,
but I’ll never resort to weapons –
moreover, I’ll never kill for inclusion,

I’ll simply beg, on my knees,
I’ll beg till I drop dead –
because I have nothing to lose,
no reputation, no image, no class –

either love outlasts hate
or extinction outruns evolution.

What is A Naskar Sonnet (2312) – Abhijit Naskar, Kral Fakir: When Calls The Kainat

In the Naskar world, sonnet is not
an elitist structure of rigid rhyme and meter,
Naskar sonnet is a self-contained unit of
civilization, indifferent to literary convention.

I weave sonnets around the message,
instead of forcing the message into the sonnets.
Till you cut the cuffs of form, don’t touch my works,
if you want method and structure, pursue mathematics.

Childish eurocentric conventions are too puny
to contain the vastness of a transcendental human,
sometimes I’m Dervish, sometimes Advaita,
and the Brain Scientist keeps out the superstition.

Every mind is infinite, every mind, transcendental,
ape customs castrate the human into farm animal.
Cut the wings of a dove at birth,
and it’ll spend its life crawling like vermin.

“Politicians are professional gaslighters.” Abhijit Naskar, Iftar-e Insaniyat: The First Supper

It’s interesting, how every politician starts a conversation with the talk of peace, then immediately shifts to investing more in fighter jets, tanks, rifles and warheads!

Politicians are professional gaslighters, they gaslight people against people, neighbor against neighbor, brother against brother, humanity against humanity – that’s how they stay in business. And the fact that we’ve evolved from the apes, doesn’t help much – our jungle instincts of tribalism don’t need much coaxing to be blown into fully fledged war, between cultures, between religions, between nations.

The case for peace is not state vs terrorism, the case for peace is citizens vs states of earth.