Abhijit Naskar's Blog, page 73

Honor He Wrote Sonnet 53

Better a marvelheaded idiot,
Than a marbleheaded bigot.
Better a self-proclaimed dope,
Than an arrogant dilettante.
Better a kindhearted commoner,
Than a cockeyed intellectualist.
Better an egalitarian infidel,
Than a dogmatizing evangelist.
All dogmas are born in the mind,
So is the duster to wipe them.
It is up to you what will you be,
Vessel of dogma or the duster untamed!
Convert none, help all, without imposition.
Let uplift be the motive behind all conviction.

Honor He Wrote Sonnet 77

Be a muse to the world, not a mole.
Be a flute to the world, not a fluke.
Be a whistle to the world, not a hoax.
Be a warm coat to the world, not a coup.
Be O2 to the world, not CO.
Be water to the world, not booze.
Be a castle to the world, not another chaos.
Be ointment to the world, not another wound.
If you can’t be a castle, be an apartment,
If you can’t be an apartment, be a hut.
It’s not about the size of your sacrifice,
It’s about the intent, you impetuous lovenut!
Be a lamp, ladder or lego, what, it doesn’t matter.
Just be something that makes the world better.

If I Lose Thee (The Sonnet) | Woman Over World

If I lose thee,
All glory feels like gutter.
If I lose thee,
All joy seems to disappear.
If I lose thee,
All ambition is damnation.
If I lose thee,
All applause is condemnation.
If I lose thee,
All success is downfall.
If I lose thee,
All morning is nightfall.
To lose you is to die before death.
To be lost in you is to find oneself.

When I Found Thee (The Sonnet) | Woman Over World

When I found thee,
40 inch chest turned 50.
When I found thee,
A savage mind realized humanity.
When I found thee,
A poor vagabond became a beacon.
When I found thee,
A cowardly heart became a lion.
Every cunning tradesman says,
The trade of love is sheer torment.
I say, better love and be hurt,
For wounds of love are a lover's ornament.
You appeared, and I found hope in every corner.
Even amidst all hell I saw paradise appear.

Be The Love Commandment (A Sonnet) | Either Reformist or Terrorist

Instead of worrying about a fictitious judgment day,
Make your actual today a real nonjudgment day.
Instead of hoping for a fictitious heaven after death,
Make this world that you have an abode without hate.
Plenty of heart force we have wasted on fiction,
Plenty of attention we have placed on insecurity.
Now it’s time to redirect our time and priorities,
It is time to be the valiant vanguards of reality.
I ain’t talkin’ about being chained to the reality,
Nor about keeping things the way they are for so long.
All I’m asking is, we pay attention to the now and here,
Instead of obsessing over tales from days long gone.
So, stand up to the tyrants as apocalypse incarnate.
Reach out to the needy as a living love commandment.

War is Expensive (The Sonnet) | High Voltage Habib

War is expensive, peace is free,
Yet war is petty, peace is priceless.
War is childish, peace is for adults,
Yet war is complex, peace is child’s play.
War is for fools, peace is for the sage,
Yet sages sustain war, deeming peace foolish.
War is strain on the brain, peace only needs love,
Yet intellectuals justify war, calling peace rubbish.
War is good for maintaining control over the people,
Hence imperialists peddle war in the name of justice.
But all imperialists are the fault of the civilians,
All wars are a failure of our civilized citizenship.
No war is tougher than the civilians of the world.
Exercise that potential to abolish all imperial gall.

Drunk, Insane & Uneducated (The Sonnet) | Either Reformist or Terrorist

We live in a world where the sane,
Are more insane than the clinically insane.
Greed and apathy are worse of all ailments,
They make a society narrow and vain.
We live in a world where the educated,
Are more ignorant than the uneducated.
Arrogance and egotism are sacrilege of education,
They make a savage out of the most learned.
We live in a world where the sober,
Are more drunk than a sick alcoholic.
Coldness makes vegetable out of a human,
Then they cuss accountability as idealistic.
I’m drunk and insane, with no education whatsoever.
And these are the signs of a person sane, sober and seer.

Humanizing AI (The Sonnet) | Either Reformist or Terrorist

You can code tasks,
But not consciousness.
You can code phony feelings,
But definitely not sentience.
Nobody can bring a machine to life,
No matter how complex you make it.
But once a machine is complex enough,
It might develop awareness by accident.
So let us focus on humanizing AI,
By removing biases from algorithms,
Rather than dehumanizing AI,
By aiming for a future without humans.
Rich kids with rich dreams make good movies.
Be human first and use AI to equalize communities.

Sonnet of Single Mother | High Voltage Habib

There is no greater superpower,
In the world than a single mother.
Far superior to the world leaders,
Is the resolve of a single mother.
Wanna learn to build a society?
Wanna become a nation builder?
Spend a couple of months as pupil,
At the feet of a single mother.
Want there to be peace and progress?
Hand social reins to single mothers.
Stand by them as aide with commitment,
Lo and behold, the healing appears.
A mom empowered is a world empowered.
A single mom empowered is creation empowered.

Selfless Nuts (The Sonnet) | Either Reformist or Terrorist

If someone wants to do harm they’ll do harm,
Whether they have nukes or sticks and stone.
If someone wants to do good they’ll do good,
Whether they have a billion dollars or just one.
Intention is the mother of all good deeds ‘n bad,
It has got nothing to do with having resources.
With intention one bread can feed ten people,
It cannot feed even one when there is no intent.
A world that is run by greed stops for nobody,
Who cares what such a world thinks as righteous!
In such a world you gotta throw caution to the wind,
And stand as pillar of service among the retards.
Long enough snobbish retards have ruled the world!
Now it is time for selfless nuts to take charge.