Abhijit Naskar's Blog, page 48
June 11, 2023
Visvavictor Sonnet
I am not a poet,
I am a paradigm.
I am no religionist,
But the source divine.
More than a scientist,
I’m a compass to science.
I am not a philosopher,
But a purposeful alliance.
I am not some legal giant,
But a valley of lawless order.
Transcending Sieg Heil and Star Spangled Banner,
I am the Visva (world), I am the Victor.
I am a paradigm.
I am no religionist,
But the source divine.
More than a scientist,
I’m a compass to science.
I am not a philosopher,
But a purposeful alliance.
I am not some legal giant,
But a valley of lawless order.
Transcending Sieg Heil and Star Spangled Banner,
I am the Visva (world), I am the Victor.
June 10, 2023
How do we erase phobia from the world | Visvavictor
How do we erase phobia from the world? First make a name for yourself, then associate that name to everything the world is ignorantly afraid of. In a pavlovian world where rating-hungry separatist media has conditioned the people to subconsciously relate every act of terror to a specific community, use your life to decondition the world – stand as the first human who is not afraid of humankind. That’s why I say – I am a muslim poet, a humanitarian scientist, a latin lover, and an advaitin monk – I am an alternate dimension – an immeasurable dimension – where human oneness takes preference over animal separateness.
June 5, 2023
The First Peacemaker | Visvavictor
As the tail on our back disappeared as we no longer had any use for it, nuclear weapons will also disappear once we realize, we no longer have any need for them. But no matter how much we daydream, it will never happen as some sort of grand geopolitical gesture of international collaboration – somebody has to take the first step – one nuclear-capable state has to take that first leap of bold faith and naive trust! The question is, who will it be? The first nuclear nation to abandon its nuclear weapons, will be the First Peacemaking Nation of Earth – and their head of state, the First Peacemaker.
June 3, 2023
Verb Over Noun (The Sonnet) | Visvavictor
I do the best of my writing,
When I don’t feel like a writer.
I create the best of my philosophy,
When I don’t feel like a philosopher.
I write the best of my poetry,
When I don’t deem myself a poet.
I publish the best of my science,
Walking just a pilgrim of knowledge.
Labels we hold dear often hold us captive,
So do not take the acronym for the act.
Designations can’t contain the designated,
Move past the noun and let the verb enact.
When I don’t feel like a writer.
I create the best of my philosophy,
When I don’t feel like a philosopher.
I write the best of my poetry,
When I don’t deem myself a poet.
I publish the best of my science,
Walking just a pilgrim of knowledge.
Labels we hold dear often hold us captive,
So do not take the acronym for the act.
Designations can’t contain the designated,
Move past the noun and let the verb enact.
Esperanza Impossible Sonnet 2
Truth is the pandemic,
Truth is the terror.
My truth versus your truth,
Your truth versus another.
We speak of truth as if it’s a constant,
We chase it as antidote to our insecurity.
Most of our truths bring not understanding,
We cook up truth to fan our self-centricity.
Truth, in truth, is the opposite of stagnation,
Contraction repels all hope for understanding.
Truth is not a fixed point, but an act in motion,
Truth is the courageous act of a mind expanding.
Hence, to seek security one must not seek truth.
To seek truth, with security you must cut all truce.
Truth is the terror.
My truth versus your truth,
Your truth versus another.
We speak of truth as if it’s a constant,
We chase it as antidote to our insecurity.
Most of our truths bring not understanding,
We cook up truth to fan our self-centricity.
Truth, in truth, is the opposite of stagnation,
Contraction repels all hope for understanding.
Truth is not a fixed point, but an act in motion,
Truth is the courageous act of a mind expanding.
Hence, to seek security one must not seek truth.
To seek truth, with security you must cut all truce.
May 31, 2023
Purpose of Purpose (The Sonnet) | The Pastor Who Never Was
The purpose of science is its correction,
The purpose of religion is its extinction.
The purpose of art is purposeful reflection,
The purpose of a human is self-annihilation.
The purpose of hands is to unfold in help,
The purpose of heart is to be a shelter.
The purpose of feet is to walk forward,
The purpose of eyes is to enhance insight.
Purpose is the antithesis of imprisonment,
Life is the antithesis of indoctrination.
Hands aren’t meant to be used for hogging,
Heart is the antithesis of division.
All purpose must be an aid to the uplift of humanity.
If it is impediment, it ain’t no purpose, but inhumanity.
The purpose of religion is its extinction.
The purpose of art is purposeful reflection,
The purpose of a human is self-annihilation.
The purpose of hands is to unfold in help,
The purpose of heart is to be a shelter.
The purpose of feet is to walk forward,
The purpose of eyes is to enhance insight.
Purpose is the antithesis of imprisonment,
Life is the antithesis of indoctrination.
Hands aren’t meant to be used for hogging,
Heart is the antithesis of division.
All purpose must be an aid to the uplift of humanity.
If it is impediment, it ain’t no purpose, but inhumanity.
More Important Than Truth (The Sonnet) | The Pastor Who Never Was
In the beginning even I was,
Bedazzled by the concept of truth.
It took me some time to,
Step across the lure of truth.
That is when I realized that,
Every brain creates its own truth.
So we’d never achieve harmony,
With the heartless pursuit of truth.
Understanding the definition of truth,
May differ from person to person.
But the virtues of basic goodness,
Need no divisive interpretation.
Always place love first, truth second.
Humanity first, intelligence second!
Bedazzled by the concept of truth.
It took me some time to,
Step across the lure of truth.
That is when I realized that,
Every brain creates its own truth.
So we’d never achieve harmony,
With the heartless pursuit of truth.
Understanding the definition of truth,
May differ from person to person.
But the virtues of basic goodness,
Need no divisive interpretation.
Always place love first, truth second.
Humanity first, intelligence second!
Beyond King and Crumpet (Uncoronation Sonnet) | Visvavictor
“When a philandering ass is declared head of state, and the other woman sleeps her way to the throne, it’s not a moment of national pride, it’s an outlandish declaration of national pestilence.”
“Beyond King and Crumpet
(Uncoronation Sonnet)
There’s not one but two UKs –
one is United Kingdom,
where animals worship a king,
another is United Kin-dom,
where humans live as kin.
Storm’s coming! Huts and homes
of the humble will thrive,
while castles and palaces
of thieves will crumble.
Either we are explorers
of equality and dignity, or
we are crown worshipping animal.
Putting all kings and queens to bed,
Citizens must come out and work the soil.
Enough chasing the parade of dead meat,
March your own parade, tackling turmoil!
Crown, cross and rigid constitution,
Mindlessness has taken many a form.
Beyond the fetish of king and crumpet,
Beckon the rays of an honorable dawn.”
“Beyond King and Crumpet
(Uncoronation Sonnet)
There’s not one but two UKs –
one is United Kingdom,
where animals worship a king,
another is United Kin-dom,
where humans live as kin.
Storm’s coming! Huts and homes
of the humble will thrive,
while castles and palaces
of thieves will crumble.
Either we are explorers
of equality and dignity, or
we are crown worshipping animal.
Putting all kings and queens to bed,
Citizens must come out and work the soil.
Enough chasing the parade of dead meat,
March your own parade, tackling turmoil!
Crown, cross and rigid constitution,
Mindlessness has taken many a form.
Beyond the fetish of king and crumpet,
Beckon the rays of an honorable dawn.”
May 30, 2023
Cast Fiction to The Wind (The Sonnet) | Divane Dynamite
The candle’s purpose is to be lost in light,
The heart’s purpose is to be lost in love.
The ocean may try the sailor all it wants but,
The naive sailor is lost in the ocean’s love.
The sailor and the sea are not two but one,
The candle and the light are not two but one.
The heart and love are not two but one,
Individual and collective are not two but one.
Purpose of human is conquest over the inner animal,
Purpose of a human is the expansion of humanity.
Everybody grows old, not everybody grows up,
To die without growing up, is the greatest tragedy.
Life is too short to be wasted on half-cocked may be’s!
Cast fiction to the wind, and make the most of reality.
The heart’s purpose is to be lost in love.
The ocean may try the sailor all it wants but,
The naive sailor is lost in the ocean’s love.
The sailor and the sea are not two but one,
The candle and the light are not two but one.
The heart and love are not two but one,
Individual and collective are not two but one.
Purpose of human is conquest over the inner animal,
Purpose of a human is the expansion of humanity.
Everybody grows old, not everybody grows up,
To die without growing up, is the greatest tragedy.
Life is too short to be wasted on half-cocked may be’s!
Cast fiction to the wind, and make the most of reality.
Himalayan Sonneteer Sonnet 2
Just like every family needs a pillar,
Every generation needs a rock.
All may sprinkle salt on each other’s wounds,
You for one, be the ointment to the epoch.
Be the foundation stone to civilization,
Be the walking measure of human character.
You are the definition of sapience,
You are the very definer.
Let no law define your duty,
Let no scripture determine goodness.
Let no ancestor imprison your identity,
Expand, explore and usher into sentience.
You are the illusion, you are the truth.
When evil hangs heavy, you gotta blow your fuse.
Every generation needs a rock.
All may sprinkle salt on each other’s wounds,
You for one, be the ointment to the epoch.
Be the foundation stone to civilization,
Be the walking measure of human character.
You are the definition of sapience,
You are the very definer.
Let no law define your duty,
Let no scripture determine goodness.
Let no ancestor imprison your identity,
Expand, explore and usher into sentience.
You are the illusion, you are the truth.
When evil hangs heavy, you gotta blow your fuse.
