Abhijit Naskar's Blog, page 55
February 2, 2023
Make A Name (The Sonnet) | Ingan Impossible
Make a name to give hope,
Not to have control over people.
Make a name to lift another,
Not to look down on the people.
Be a symbol that burns bright,
Even when you are not around.
Selfish self is septic self,
Be an epitome of sacrifice unbound.
Only fools dream of ruling the world,
Sapiens dream of self-annihilation.
I dream, breathe and live as servant,
Servanthood brings sanctification.
Fall without fail at the feet of the forgotten.
Lend a hand to lift a heart, together we are beacon.
Not to have control over people.
Make a name to lift another,
Not to look down on the people.
Be a symbol that burns bright,
Even when you are not around.
Selfish self is septic self,
Be an epitome of sacrifice unbound.
Only fools dream of ruling the world,
Sapiens dream of self-annihilation.
I dream, breathe and live as servant,
Servanthood brings sanctification.
Fall without fail at the feet of the forgotten.
Lend a hand to lift a heart, together we are beacon.
Do You Know Who I Am (The Sonnet) | Ingan Impossible
Oh, so many times have I heard,
Do you know who I am!
So today when I travel places,
I walk around as a total lamb!
There’s an immense relief,
In not flashing my name.
Windbags make all the noise,
Beings with character stay inane.
Be an elephant, strong yet gentle,
You observe more by being a dumbbell.
Blow your top when it’s really needed,
Otherwise, be good people among the people.
All roads lead to people, not to mythical Rome.
Names aloof from people have no living role.
Do you know who I am!
So today when I travel places,
I walk around as a total lamb!
There’s an immense relief,
In not flashing my name.
Windbags make all the noise,
Beings with character stay inane.
Be an elephant, strong yet gentle,
You observe more by being a dumbbell.
Blow your top when it’s really needed,
Otherwise, be good people among the people.
All roads lead to people, not to mythical Rome.
Names aloof from people have no living role.
February 1, 2023
Scripture is Literature, Period | Sin Dios Sí Hay Divinidad
Scripture is literature, period – nothing more, nothing less. Where there is indoctrination, there is control. Where there is control, there is no love. And where there is no love, there is no religion.
Take the beliefs of any fundamentalist, and replace all mentions of their particular religion with any other religion, and you won’t be able to tell the difference. Why? Because fundamentalism changes only label from one religion to another, but the underlying prejudice, biases and bigotry remain the same. Because underneath every fundamentalism, there is the same old primitive, animal mind trying its darndest to defend the integrity of its personal mental universe.
Fundamentalism is not a neurodivergence, fundamentalism is a lethal neuropsychiatric condition, which requires immediate medical attention.
Take the beliefs of any fundamentalist, and replace all mentions of their particular religion with any other religion, and you won’t be able to tell the difference. Why? Because fundamentalism changes only label from one religion to another, but the underlying prejudice, biases and bigotry remain the same. Because underneath every fundamentalism, there is the same old primitive, animal mind trying its darndest to defend the integrity of its personal mental universe.
Fundamentalism is not a neurodivergence, fundamentalism is a lethal neuropsychiatric condition, which requires immediate medical attention.
Purpose of Purpose (The Sonnet) | Sin Dios Sí Hay Divinidad
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.
Miracle is Everywhere (The Sonnet) | Sin Dios Sí Hay Divinidad
Poetry that lifts a heart is miracle,
Science that lifts a society is miracle.
Philosophy that aids curiosity is miracle,
Art that aids love and laughter is miracle.
Technology that solves a problem is miracle,
Math that aids humanity’s growth is miracle.
Theology that makes a mind humble is miracle,
Cinema that invigorates a soul is miracle.
Janitor who cleans the garbage is a miracle,
Teacher who lights up a student is a miracle.
Doctor who smiles at a patient is a miracle,
Parents who sacrifice their joy are a miracle.
Our natural world is teeming with acts of miracle,
Yet we keep obsessing over the supernatural!
Science that lifts a society is miracle.
Philosophy that aids curiosity is miracle,
Art that aids love and laughter is miracle.
Technology that solves a problem is miracle,
Math that aids humanity’s growth is miracle.
Theology that makes a mind humble is miracle,
Cinema that invigorates a soul is miracle.
Janitor who cleans the garbage is a miracle,
Teacher who lights up a student is a miracle.
Doctor who smiles at a patient is a miracle,
Parents who sacrifice their joy are a miracle.
Our natural world is teeming with acts of miracle,
Yet we keep obsessing over the supernatural!
Ambition in Motion (The Sonnet) | Yarasistan
Come hell or high water,
Never let caution cripple your feet.
Better to fall hard and learn a lesson,
Than speculate forever with couched feet.
Everything I’ve achieved is by trial and error,
There was no handbook to aid my mission.
Maps to known paths are available plenty,
But there is no map to uncharted destination.
You are the handbook to your ambition,
Not your background or family treasures.
If you persist long enough, at some point,
Your persistence will outrun your failures.
Better fail than frozen – failure is the foundation.
Failure is the first sign of ambition in motion.
Never let caution cripple your feet.
Better to fall hard and learn a lesson,
Than speculate forever with couched feet.
Everything I’ve achieved is by trial and error,
There was no handbook to aid my mission.
Maps to known paths are available plenty,
But there is no map to uncharted destination.
You are the handbook to your ambition,
Not your background or family treasures.
If you persist long enough, at some point,
Your persistence will outrun your failures.
Better fail than frozen – failure is the foundation.
Failure is the first sign of ambition in motion.
January 30, 2023
God is in the mind, what’s wrong with that | Himalayan Sonneteer
God is all in the mind,
What’s wrong with that!
Art is also all in the mind,
So, is art nothing but dirt!
Dividers will always divide,
Haters will always hate.
Apes will find one excuse or another,
To justify their authoritarian trait.
What’s wrong with that!
Art is also all in the mind,
So, is art nothing but dirt!
Dividers will always divide,
Haters will always hate.
Apes will find one excuse or another,
To justify their authoritarian trait.
Human Not Hyena (Sonnet 1012) | The Centurion Sermon
When all are charmed
by the comfort of dusk,
Rise up and write the dawn.
When savages find honor
in celebration of death,
Rise up and mow the lawn.
When baboons try to show strength
by filling up the graveyard,
Rise up and rob the hate.
When clowns behave like it is 2020 BC,
Rise up and write the world’s fate.
When hyenas commit cannibalism
in the name of national security,
Stand up as human and practice humanity.
by the comfort of dusk,
Rise up and write the dawn.
When savages find honor
in celebration of death,
Rise up and mow the lawn.
When baboons try to show strength
by filling up the graveyard,
Rise up and rob the hate.
When clowns behave like it is 2020 BC,
Rise up and write the world’s fate.
When hyenas commit cannibalism
in the name of national security,
Stand up as human and practice humanity.
Sonnet 1008 | The Centurion Sermon
Helping a human is worth a hundred pilgrimages,
Conquer the heart, you’ll conquer the world.
More glorious than trekking a thousand mountains,
Is to trudge the distance from heart to heart.
You don’t conquer heart by acting on assumption,
You don’t conquer division by acting on ideology.
You don’t conquer hate by means of intellectualism,
You don’t conquer war by deploying more military.
Peace doesn’t happen by conference of ideology,
Peace happens through the confluence of sentience.
Integration doesn’t happen by boasting your culture,
But when you overlook yours to learn another’s ways.
Bury the dead along with all their artifacts of living.
Better a traitor to the dead than a traitor to the living.
Conquer the heart, you’ll conquer the world.
More glorious than trekking a thousand mountains,
Is to trudge the distance from heart to heart.
You don’t conquer heart by acting on assumption,
You don’t conquer division by acting on ideology.
You don’t conquer hate by means of intellectualism,
You don’t conquer war by deploying more military.
Peace doesn’t happen by conference of ideology,
Peace happens through the confluence of sentience.
Integration doesn’t happen by boasting your culture,
But when you overlook yours to learn another’s ways.
Bury the dead along with all their artifacts of living.
Better a traitor to the dead than a traitor to the living.
Still Mi Heart is Earthistani (Sonnet 1009) | The Centurion Sermon
All say, what religion is Naskar!
Naskar says, what religion is the sun!
Some name it alshams, bazıları güneş, algunos sol,
All bask in the same light, varied though the tongue.
The seas are torn apart, continents broken to pieces,
All are still hypnotized by the war-cry of yesterday.
Castrated by ritual the mind has evaporate long enough,
Invigorate the mind now, let the rituals evaporate instead.
Belief and disbelief all are but creeds of kindergarten,
At the university of life, life is but life’s religion.
Strike your heart well, strike it well against itself,
Strike it till all the rust and dead skin have fallen off.
Stick your tribal labels of culture all you want on me.
Fact of the matter is, still mi heart is earthistani.
Naskar says, what religion is the sun!
Some name it alshams, bazıları güneş, algunos sol,
All bask in the same light, varied though the tongue.
The seas are torn apart, continents broken to pieces,
All are still hypnotized by the war-cry of yesterday.
Castrated by ritual the mind has evaporate long enough,
Invigorate the mind now, let the rituals evaporate instead.
Belief and disbelief all are but creeds of kindergarten,
At the university of life, life is but life’s religion.
Strike your heart well, strike it well against itself,
Strike it till all the rust and dead skin have fallen off.
Stick your tribal labels of culture all you want on me.
Fact of the matter is, still mi heart is earthistani.
