Abhijit Naskar's Blog, page 82
November 23, 2021
Praise (The Sonnet)
In praising myself,
I only insult myself.
In pleasing myself,
I bring misery upon myself.
Lots of things I bought,
Plenty places I travelled.
Nothing gave me the bliss I seek,
No matter how much I groveled.
Then I stopped wanting things,
I ceased craving for gratification.
I placed my heart at your feet,
Finally I found my absolution.
Long was I lost in the sleep of pride.
Erasing the self I found my light.
I only insult myself.
In pleasing myself,
I bring misery upon myself.
Lots of things I bought,
Plenty places I travelled.
Nothing gave me the bliss I seek,
No matter how much I groveled.
Then I stopped wanting things,
I ceased craving for gratification.
I placed my heart at your feet,
Finally I found my absolution.
Long was I lost in the sleep of pride.
Erasing the self I found my light.
Published on November 23, 2021 07:37
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happiness, humanism, humanist-poetry, humanitarian, materialism, poems, poetry, praise, pursuit-of-happiness, self-absorbed, self-obsessed, self-obsession, self-realization, selfless, service-of-humanity, social-work, society, sonnet, suffering, traveling
Giants in Jeans Sonnet 54
It is human nature to shed tears in agony,
But taking pain to wipe another's tear is humanity.
It's human nature to be sad at the loss of something,
But giving up all to lift another is humanity.
It is human nature to reply harm with more harm,
But to stand unbending without violence is humanity.
It is human nature to reply argument with argument,
But knowing when to lose an argument is humanity.
It is human nature to win by dragging others down,
But defying competition to live a purpose is humanity.
It is human nature to blame disparity on politicians,
But to step up ensuring equity in one's area is humanity.
Just because it’s human nature, doesn't make it civilized.
We shall be civilized when we are no longer hypnotized.
But taking pain to wipe another's tear is humanity.
It's human nature to be sad at the loss of something,
But giving up all to lift another is humanity.
It is human nature to reply harm with more harm,
But to stand unbending without violence is humanity.
It is human nature to reply argument with argument,
But knowing when to lose an argument is humanity.
It is human nature to win by dragging others down,
But defying competition to live a purpose is humanity.
It is human nature to blame disparity on politicians,
But to step up ensuring equity in one's area is humanity.
Just because it’s human nature, doesn't make it civilized.
We shall be civilized when we are no longer hypnotized.
Published on November 23, 2021 07:30
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altruism, book-of-poems, helping, helping-others, human-nature, human-rights, humanism, humanist-poetry, humanitarian, humanity, kindness, naskareans, pearls-of-wisdom, poems, political-science, politics, sacrifice, selfless, social-studies, social-work, social-worker, sociology, sonnet, sorrow
November 22, 2021
Your Struggle is My Struggle (The Sonnet)
Your struggle is my struggle,
‘Cause my heaven is in your smile.
Your trouble is my trouble,
Without you by my side all victory is vile.
My life is only life when you are in it,
For a life without love is but death in disguise.
Without you my achievements mean nothing,
‘Cause you’re the sweetness of all my flight.
You are the light of my eyes,
Without you I am but a ship without compass.
You are the strength coursing through my veins,
Without you I turn into worthless abscess.
You are my sky, my land and my ocean.
The breath of my life is you and my salvation.
‘Cause my heaven is in your smile.
Your trouble is my trouble,
Without you by my side all victory is vile.
My life is only life when you are in it,
For a life without love is but death in disguise.
Without you my achievements mean nothing,
‘Cause you’re the sweetness of all my flight.
You are the light of my eyes,
Without you I am but a ship without compass.
You are the strength coursing through my veins,
Without you I turn into worthless abscess.
You are my sky, my land and my ocean.
The breath of my life is you and my salvation.
Published on November 22, 2021 01:42
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community, helping-others, humanist, humanist-poetry, humanitarian, life-poetry, love-poem, service-of-humanity, social-work, sonnet
Tu Lucha es Mi Lucha (El Soneto)
Tu lucha es mi lucha,
Porque mi paraíso está en tu sonrisa.
Tu problema es mi problema,
Porque mi victoria está en tu alegría.
Sin ti, mi vida no es vida,
Porque la vida sin amor es muerte.
Sin ti, mis logros no son logros,
Sin ti, pierdo el coraje.
Solo tú eres la luz de mis ojos,
Sin ti soy un barco sin brújula.
Eres la fuerza de mis venas,
Sin ti, me convierto en gelatina.
Mi cielo y mi tierra eres tú.
El aliento de mi vida eres tú.
Porque mi paraíso está en tu sonrisa.
Tu problema es mi problema,
Porque mi victoria está en tu alegría.
Sin ti, mi vida no es vida,
Porque la vida sin amor es muerte.
Sin ti, mis logros no son logros,
Sin ti, pierdo el coraje.
Solo tú eres la luz de mis ojos,
Sin ti soy un barco sin brújula.
Eres la fuerza de mis venas,
Sin ti, me convierto en gelatina.
Mi cielo y mi tierra eres tú.
El aliento de mi vida eres tú.
Published on November 22, 2021 01:40
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ayudar, ayudar-a-la-gente, bondad, comunidad, humanidad, la-vida, literatura-española, poema, poesía-española, sociedad
November 21, 2021
Sonnet of National Beauty
Beauty and ugliness as we know them,
Are the product of an ugly mind.
Once we step across all pretenses,
We learn how much we’ve been blind.
The whitest places on planet earth,
Happen to be the ugliest of all places.
For what appears to be a fancy joint,
Is filled with a bunch of suited savages.
Nations of color have problems too,
But they don't pretend to be advanced.
When we claim to be a global leader,
We must first practice inclusion on demand.
Great is not the nation that appears fancy,
But one which values people over diplomacy.
Are the product of an ugly mind.
Once we step across all pretenses,
We learn how much we’ve been blind.
The whitest places on planet earth,
Happen to be the ugliest of all places.
For what appears to be a fancy joint,
Is filled with a bunch of suited savages.
Nations of color have problems too,
But they don't pretend to be advanced.
When we claim to be a global leader,
We must first practice inclusion on demand.
Great is not the nation that appears fancy,
But one which values people over diplomacy.
Published on November 21, 2021 13:49
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american, american-politics, diplomacy, humanism, humanist, humanity, inclusion, international-relations, nation-building, nationalism, neonazis, peace-on-earth, poetry, politics, racism, sonnet, systemic-racism, white-supremacy, world-peace
November 20, 2021
Sonnet of Identity
Tell me O Mississippi,
What is my name?
For I lost my sense of self,
In line of service without gain.
Dear mountains of Blue Ridge,
Where did I come from?
I fathom not the worldly titles,
I deny narrowness as the norm.
Character makes the person,
Not pedigree and tradition.
If I can lift even five lives,
That’ll be my highest salvation.
So forget that I asked about my identity.
Service is my culture and my nationality.
What is my name?
For I lost my sense of self,
In line of service without gain.
Dear mountains of Blue Ridge,
Where did I come from?
I fathom not the worldly titles,
I deny narrowness as the norm.
Character makes the person,
Not pedigree and tradition.
If I can lift even five lives,
That’ll be my highest salvation.
So forget that I asked about my identity.
Service is my culture and my nationality.
Published on November 20, 2021 02:47
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be-the-change, character, heritage, humanist, humanist-poem, humanist-poetry, humanitarian, humanity, identity, naskareans, nonduality, nonsectarian, nonsectarianism, one-humanity, oneness, reformer, sacrifice, selfless, service-of-humanity, serving-humanity, social-studies, social-work, sonnet, tradition
November 19, 2021
Celebrities Ain't Health Experts (The Sonnet)
Celebrities and influencers are not health experts,
Stop taking medical advice from halfwits of wellness.
Stop being a two-bit doctor from ten minutes of googling,
For Google is not a substitute for doctors and nurses.
Compared to that of a trained and experienced doctor,
Even as a neurobiologist my diagnosis skills are insignifant.
Then why can't you accept that when it comes to medicine,
Your opinion is worth no more than a counterfeit coin.
One goes through years of training and many sleepless nights,
Then they earn the right to wear the white coat of service.
And yet upon spending an hour surfing on the internet,
You put on the personality of a grey-haired neurologist!
Lack of expertise is by no means the same as lack of dignity.
But denial of expertise indicates a definite lack of senility.
Stop taking medical advice from halfwits of wellness.
Stop being a two-bit doctor from ten minutes of googling,
For Google is not a substitute for doctors and nurses.
Compared to that of a trained and experienced doctor,
Even as a neurobiologist my diagnosis skills are insignifant.
Then why can't you accept that when it comes to medicine,
Your opinion is worth no more than a counterfeit coin.
One goes through years of training and many sleepless nights,
Then they earn the right to wear the white coat of service.
And yet upon spending an hour surfing on the internet,
You put on the personality of a grey-haired neurologist!
Lack of expertise is by no means the same as lack of dignity.
But denial of expertise indicates a definite lack of senility.
Published on November 19, 2021 05:56
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covid-vaccine, doctors, expertise, experts, google-docs, health-and-wellness, healthcare, healthy, humanism, influencers, inoculation, medical-practice, medical-research, medical-science, medical-students, physician, poems, poetry, pop-culture, practice-of-medicine, rational-thinking, reason, science, sonnet, trust-the-experts, vaccination, wellness-guru
November 13, 2021
Wipe Out The I (The Sonnet)
Once a person gives up all for others,
They'll achieve everything worth achieving.
The art of self-discovery is in self-annihilation,
Whereas self-obsession only causes suffering.
Once a person is insane with the sacrificial spirit,
They'll know the meaning of civilized sanity.
Once a person feels the joy of selflessness,
All worldly pleasures will turn into foul vanity.
Once a person hones the power of simplicity,
They'll trash all trace of pomposity from life.
Once a person senses the valor of humility,
They'll discard all arrogant divide.
Life is simple, but we mess it up with selfishness.
Wipe out the I, and you will taste its sweetness.
They'll achieve everything worth achieving.
The art of self-discovery is in self-annihilation,
Whereas self-obsession only causes suffering.
Once a person is insane with the sacrificial spirit,
They'll know the meaning of civilized sanity.
Once a person feels the joy of selflessness,
All worldly pleasures will turn into foul vanity.
Once a person hones the power of simplicity,
They'll trash all trace of pomposity from life.
Once a person senses the valor of humility,
They'll discard all arrogant divide.
Life is simple, but we mess it up with selfishness.
Wipe out the I, and you will taste its sweetness.
Published on November 13, 2021 10:06
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altruism, be-the-change, helping-others, humanism, humanist-poetry, humanitarian, poems, sacrifice, self-obsession, selfless-service, selflessness, service-of-humanity, serving-humanity, social-work, social-worker, sonnet
Wake Up From Death (The Sonnet)
Wake up from death and return to life,
For as living dead we’ve been crawling for long.
Wake up from sanity and return to insanity,
For we've been insane in sanity for long.
Wake up from possibility, return to impossibility,
For we've been slave to the possible for long.
Wake up from reality and return to absurdity,
Habits of past have kept us hypnotized for long.
Wake up form truth and return to love,
For we’ve always confused assumptions with truth.
Wake up form ideology and return to the soil,
Integration means inclusion, not ideological coup.
Enough with nonchalance in the name of practicality!
Let us now rise as tornado and wipe out all apathy.
For as living dead we’ve been crawling for long.
Wake up from sanity and return to insanity,
For we've been insane in sanity for long.
Wake up from possibility, return to impossibility,
For we've been slave to the possible for long.
Wake up from reality and return to absurdity,
Habits of past have kept us hypnotized for long.
Wake up form truth and return to love,
For we’ve always confused assumptions with truth.
Wake up form ideology and return to the soil,
Integration means inclusion, not ideological coup.
Enough with nonchalance in the name of practicality!
Let us now rise as tornado and wipe out all apathy.
Published on November 13, 2021 10:02
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Tags:
apathy, assumptions, humanism, humanist, humanist-poetry, humanitarian, ideology, indifference, indifferent, integration, naskarism, poems, poetry, social-issues, social-justice, sonnet, stand-up, stereotypes
November 12, 2021
To Seduce You With Looks (The Sonnet)
I haven't come to seduce you with looks,
I have come to overwhelm you with love.
I haven't come to break your door by force,
I’ve come to charm it open with my mind’s touch.
I haven't come to bring you worldly riches,
But to offer you the garland of my heart.
I haven't come to usher you with complements,
I’ve come to celebrate you, tearing myself apart.
I haven't come to count the benefits of bond,
I’ve come to make you lose count of your wounds.
I haven't come to feel butterflies in my stomach,
But to fight the world, helping you break all rules.
Let me burn to ashes time and time again,
So I may remove the shadows from your life's lane.
I have come to overwhelm you with love.
I haven't come to break your door by force,
I’ve come to charm it open with my mind’s touch.
I haven't come to bring you worldly riches,
But to offer you the garland of my heart.
I haven't come to usher you with complements,
I’ve come to celebrate you, tearing myself apart.
I haven't come to count the benefits of bond,
I’ve come to make you lose count of your wounds.
I haven't come to feel butterflies in my stomach,
But to fight the world, helping you break all rules.
Let me burn to ashes time and time again,
So I may remove the shadows from your life's lane.
Published on November 12, 2021 15:00
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Tags:
beauty, character, humanist-poem, humanist-poetry, humanitarian, humanity, inner-beauty, love-poem, love-poems, lover, relationship, romance, romantic, sacrifice, selfless-love, selfless-service, service-of-humanity, sonnet, sufi-poetry, unconditional-love