Abhijit Naskar's Blog, page 85

Home Country (The Sonnet)

If immigrants ain't real Americans,
Neither is our revered Lady Liberty.
She too came from a distant land,
Yet today she is the American epitome.
If even this doesn't broaden your heart,
What about the founders of our history!
All of them were textbook immigrants,
What white supremacists cuss as refugee.
Any land that holds potential for ascension,
Draws the repressed souls of humanity.
Though I belong to the whole wide world,
Land of Lady Liberty is my home country.
A nation's character isn't defined by rigidity,
It is defined by a hearty unity in diversity.”

Sonnet of The Benevolent Crook

Politics doesn’t mean affairs of the people,
It is but a telenovela of sectarian histrionics.
Democracy doesn't mean rule of the people,
It means a new dictatorship of the charismatic.
A paradigm born of selfishness and greed,
Is no place for an honest and innocent person.
But if politics is the path you choose for reform,
Leave theories outside before entering the dungeon.
When you are compelled to be crooked,
Make sure it is not for any benefit personal.
Be the Godfather of crookedness if needed,
And manipulate the system to lift the people.
All abuse power of politics to climb the social ladder.
Be the benevolent crook and use it as social leveler.

Dollar of Disparity (The Sonnet)

Millions of people go without food,
For some privileged nimrods to afford their luxuries.
Millions of people have no access to essentials,
So that celebrities can buy their lamborghinis.
The difference between phony activists and a reformer,
Is not in what they say but in their lifestyle and action.
In a world that still suffers from the lack of essentials,
Indulgence in luxury is human rights violation.
What people do with their money is not a private affair,
Each penny above necessity belongs to social welfare.
One who talks of equality while riding in a Rolls Royce,
Is the last person to be concerned of people's despair.
None has a right to luxury till all can access necessities.
Every dollar spent on luxury is a dollar of disparity.

I Write to Destroy You (The Sonnet)

I don’t write to pamper your ego,
I don't write to give you comfort.
I don't write to teach you self-love,
I write to destroy all selfish thought.
I don't write to inspire your pride,
I don't write to cater to your insecurity.
I don't write to entertain shallowness,
I only write to abolish self-centricity.
I don't write to tickle the instaslaves,
I don't write to peddle false perfection.
I don't write to lick the privileged boots,
I write to make soldiers of self-annihilation.
My science and my art were born on the street.
That's where I learnt, all suffering is born of greed.

Lover off The Street (A Sonnet)

Beauty and bliss are all around,
When my feet walk alongside yours.
Life reaches the pinnacle of being,
When I'm annihilated for a smile of yours.
Climbed plenty hills, trotted plenty jungle,
Nowhere did I find a drop of sanity.
Then I stood crazy before your radiance,
And I got drenched in beams of serenity.
I am but a naïve lover off the street,
Without a single trace of intellect.
The only thing that I've learnt in life is,
In your happiness lies my upliftment.
Business is measured by how much we receive,
Life is realized when we stand hellbent to give.

My Liberty (The Sonnet)

My liberty is not in luxury,
My liberty is on the blades of grass.
My liberty is not in the palace,
My liberty is in molecules of dust.
My liberty is not in fancy ceremonies,
My liberty is in alleys of the homeless.
My liberty is not in the crown jewels,
My liberty is at the feet of the pathless.
My liberty is not in murals of rigidity,
My liberty is across tradition’s torment.
My liberty is not in the habits of history,
My liberty is in building the present.
My liberty is in the destruction of destiny.
I am liberty incarnate and I write my own reality.

Will You Be My Poetry (The Sonnet)

You keep calling me a poet,
I embrace the sentiment but not the title.
I may have some power over words,
But the words themselves are nothing valuable.
It's the world behind the words that matters,
A world where all walls collapse and wither.
Once you wake up to that world,
Save human, all other titles disappear.
In that world of oneness you shall discover,
My words are not the real poetry.
My true poetry is your own humanness,
I am but a reflection of your struggling humanity.
So let's get rid of this poet and reader business!
You be my poetry, I'll be your pages.

Sonnet of A Religious Person

I spent years as a Christian,
I didn't find God.
I spent years as a Muslim,
I didn't find God.
I spent years as Hindu and Sikh,
Still there was no inkling.
I spent years as Buddhist and Atheist,
Still I understood nothing.
I did it all, prayers, rituals, meditation,
None of it brought me serenity.
For serenity has been all along,
At the feet of the ailing humanity.
I shelved all scriptures and stood as human.
Kindness alone is the sign of a religious person.

Gamblers of Rigidity (The Sonnet)

Rigidity in the name of religion,
Will fill this world with tears and fear.
Prejudice in the name of tradition,
Will turn this land into a graveyard.
Doctrines are truth for dumbbells,
Holy books are life for the unholy.
Hear all fools, all rigid corpses,
Love is the only sign of divinity.
Let us lose religion if we do,
We'll stand proudly as human beings.
Let us lose all faith and allegiance,
We'll live as lovers, not fragmented fiends.
There's no future for gamblers of rigidity.
Let us step forward with reason and amity.

Worship of Chains (The Sonnet)

Enough with the worship of chains!
Enough with celebration of selfishness!
Time it is to shatter the altars of separation.
Time it is to be the ravager of primitiveness.
Let us hang all our sectarian gods and idols.
Let us start a new worship of love and liberty.
Let us be prophets and messengers of harmony.
Let us be disintegrated in realization of inclusivity.
Let us go insane and kick all prison-gates down.
Let us burn locks to ashes with flames of heart.
Let us call upon the vigor eternal from within.
Let us hunt down the last trace of inhuman dirt.
Let us draw a noble anatomy for civilization.
Let us lay ourselves as cornerstones of ascension.