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How come we can invent better ways to kill each other, but not one to preserve peace! – Abhijit Naskar

Couple of years back I once wrote – how come we can invent better ways to kill each other, but not one to preserve peace! Tracking back the origin of the statement I found out that, it’s not from any of the books, but a part of an introduction to the Memorial Day Sonnet released on my wordpress site.

Anyway, the point is – today that question rings more evident than ever. So, I shall convey it in a few other languages in order to make it more universally organic. Because guess what – even though English is the universal language of earth, due to its primitive colonial escapades, and indeed the most convenient, it is neither the most beautiful nor the most soulful language on earth.

Therefore at this difficult humanitarian moment I say to you once again:

How come we can invent better ways to kill each other, but not one to preserve peace!

¡Cómo es que podemos inventar mejores maneras de matarnos unos a otros, pero ninguna para preservar la paz!

Come mai possiamo inventare modi migliori per ucciderci a vicenda, ma non uno per preservare la pace!

Nasıl yani, birbirimizi öldürmenin binlerce yol biliyoruz, ama barışı korumanın bir tane bile yok!

كيف يمكننا أن نبتكر طرقاً أفضل لقتل بعضنا البعض، ولا نجد طريقة للحفاظ على السلام!

ایمان انسانیت،
مذہب محبت؛
خون کی نہیں،
امن کی ہے چاہت۔

Hur kommer det sig att vi kan uppfinna bättre sätt att döda varandra, men inte ett sätt att bevara freden!

Wie kommt es, dass wir bessere Wege finden können, um einander zu töten, aber nicht um den Frieden zu bewahren!

Guns Are Viagra (Sonnet 1262) | Abhijit Naskar | Yaralardan Yangın Doğar

“Those who think a nation is as strong as its military, belong in a mental hospital, not in government.”

“Guns Are Viagra (Sonnet 1262)

Indifference does more damage than inhumanity,
For animals can’t be expected to be human.
Humans are human when they are accountable,
Passive spectators are worse than inhuman.

Silence of the peacelovers is more damaging
than violence of the warmongers.
Till the very thought of guns makes you sick,
you are only playing make believe peacekeepers.

Guns are just viagra for the impotent,
Bullets are but crutches for centipedes.
When there’s no substance in mind and spine,
Monkeys tend to cower behind semiautomatics.

More backward a country,
more its fascination with guns and bombs.
That’s why you cannot imagine a hero,
without a gun in their hands.

Real heroes don’t carry guns,
Real heroes don’t wear capes.
Wearing a smile, carrying a spine,
Real heroes work to rescue peace,
from the clutches of states.”

Neither faith nor intellect makes a person good | Abhijit Naskar | Yaralardan Yangın Doğar: Explorers of Night are Emperors of Dawn

Over the years I have walked and explored various uncharted territories of integration, but for some inexplicable reason, I find myself drawn back to my psychological homebase – to my original intervention – the original purpose for which Naskar was born – the purpose of religious assimilation.

That is why, atheism has never been the focus in any of my work. If your own exploration of nature and the universe makes you outgrow the influence of ancestral myths, that’s great – if not, it doesn’t matter to me one bit. So long as you are a decent human being, your psychological necessity of a personal deity or the lack of it, is irrelevant outside our personal life.

If you stop believing in God, that won’t magically make you a better person than you already are – in the same way – if you start believing in God, it won’t magically make you a better person than you already are. Neither faith nor intellect makes a person good – if a person is good, they know how to use their faith or intellect for good. So, I repeat, what’s needed, is not the end of religion, but the end of religious intolerance.

My Pronoun is People (Inclusivity Sonnet, 1266) | Abhijit Naskar | Yaralardan Yangın Doğar

My pronoun is people,
I’m divergent, yet invincible.
I am straight, I am queer;
I am civilian, I am seer.
Spirit of life, I – am universal!

Call me disabled or differently able,
Call me collective or individual.
Fleshly forms I’ve got plenty,
All run by same love and liberty –
Culture supreme is inclusion.

Each heart is a shelter for another,
Each life is sanctuary for another.
Blasting all traditions of divide
into cinders with knowledge-dynamite,
we shall emerge as each other’s keeper.

You ask, what am I – I say, I am human,
Better yet, I’m human’s idea of a human.
I am but the human absolute –
morally unbending ‘n divinely cute –
ever evolving testament to expansion.

Offsprings of Africa (Black History Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Bulletproof Backbone

If a black family lives
long enough in a cold climate,
in about 100 generations or so,
their descendants will be born white.

This is how the white people were born,
Because we all come from a black mother.
No matter where we live on earth,
We’re all Africans – our homeland, Africa.

Till you get this anthropological fact,
You are but a traitor to earth.
Black History is World History,
We are all offsprings of Africa.

The Gaza Sonnet (All Free or None Free) | Abhijit Naskar | Yaralardan Yangın Doğar

Al-Shams to Alpha Centauri,
All occupied lands will be free.
Till there is smile on every face,
All happiness is blasphemy.

Happiness is not an imperial merch,
Freedom is no colonizer’s heirloom.
Joy is no bigot’s ancestral bequest,
Earth is not a zionist hand-me-down.

Divide and rule is the law of animals,
Unite and integrate is law of humanity.
One human life is worth more,
than all the gas reserves underneath.

Gaza is not a place, Gaza is a wake up call,
to the peace-crying humanity.
Awake, Arise, O Citizens of Earth –
Till all of us are free, none of us are free!

Give Me A Keyboard, I’ll Give You Revolution (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Yaralardan Yangın Doğar

I just want to write –
that’s all I ever want –
to write, write and write!
The day the words stop coming,
will be my last corporeal night.

Either I shall die by an assassin’s bullet,
or I shall die on my keyboard,
but I refuse to die of old-age and disease.
Death scares those who are scared of life,
I have already lived my life in service.

I live on keyboard, I’ll die on keyboard,
Keyboard is my instrument of illumination.
Nothing short could satisfy my palate –
Give me a keyboard, I’ll give you revolution.

With my keyboard I’ve defended the meek,
With my keyboard I’ve castrated the pricks.
With my keyboard I’ve brought down dictators,
With my keyboard I’ve schooled bigoted pigs.

With my keyboard I’ve raised Gods by hundreds,
With my keyboard I’ve delivered world-builders.
With my keyboard I’ve produced hatebusters,
With my keyboard I’ve raised bulldozers.

Death is but a myth – body dies, not bulldozer;
Body is merely a vessel for the mission.
If you want your ideas to live forever,
You gotta sacrifice your life for a vision.

I never lived as body, but only as a dream –
My life is testament to the dream of united earth.
I don’t have a message, for I am the message –
Sacrifice is beacon, that illuminates the universe.

Death comes but once, life comes every day | Abhijit Naskar | Yaralardan Yangın Doğar

Live by body,
Die by body.
Live by mind,
Never die.

Death comes but once,
Life comes every day.
Now tell me what’s braver,
Spirit of life or fear of death!

There is no afterlife,
because there is no after,
there is only life now.
To live life conquering fear,
is the ultimate divine vow.

One Way to Render Government Obsolete | Abhijit Naskar | Yaralardan Yangın Doğar

I own just two 5 dollar tshirts – one is my regular wear, another my backup for washdays. And for my travels I own two 10 dollar shirts and two 20 dollar jeans, which are also used for my book covers. I don’t need more, I don’t buy more. This is not minimalism, it’s called self-regulation – the lack of which has led to the shallow, judgmental, privilege-craving prick of a society we live in today. It’s not about saving money, it’s about humanizing money, by using it wisely, not just for individual benefit, but collective benefit.

Buy the things you need the most, save a little for rainy days, and use the rest to lift up the fallen. Any citizen who masters this simple humanitarian habit, is no longer obligated to pay taxes to the government. And when enough citizens of the world make it the mantra of their life, not just to lift themselves, but each other, the governments of the world are automatically rendered obsolete.

Government is funded by the people – then the governments use those funds to manufacture war, in order to further sustain the democratic cashflow that keeps them in business. Therefore, when people pull their funds and redirect them themselves, towards actual, tangible, humanitarian initiatives, there isn’t going to be a government. It’s only the humanitarian indifference of the citizens that keeps governments alive, that in turn keep borders and wars alive. Once the citizens are actually, genuinely, nontheoretically accountable of the welfare of society, beyond the prehistoric paradigm peddled by the state, all Capitol, Kremlin and White Hall will crumble to dust.

When Fear Reigns Sanity Supreme | Abhijit Naskar | Yaralardan Yangın Doğar

When fear reigns sanity supreme,
prejudice deemed consciousness,
all breath becomes futile air,
all heart is rendered pulseless.

When air becomes breath,
and cells become sentient,
Words become poetry,
and facts become science.