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“Life is just three days…” Abhijit Naskar, The God Sonnets

Life is just three days –
yesterday, today, tomorrow;
yesterday is gone,
tomorrow may not come,
all we have is today –
so in actuality,
life is just one day, today –
rest is either memory or imagination.

Democracy on Drugs, Sonnet (Operation Opium) – Abhijit Naskar, The First Supper

Revolution a day keeps corruption away,
freethinking days prevent genocidal nights.
Citizens without brain leads to democracy on drugs,
paranoia is lifeblood for power-hungry parasites.

Parasites thrive on gaslighting neighbors,
peaceful coexistence is a threat to political power.
Politicians remain safe through war and drought,
it’s the people who pay with blood, money and tears.

Parasites don’t have nationality,
parasites don’t have religion,
parasites only have a bottomless hunger
to keep the throne by calculated cleansing.

Nationalism has nothing to do with culture,
fundamentalism has nothing to do with religion.
Win a war, lose a war, politicians lose nothing,
living off domesticated sheep comatosed by opium.

Born Ape, Die Human (Antiseptic Sonnet) – Abhijit Naskar, The God Sonnets

I’m born an ape,
but I won’t die an ape,
I’ll die the most spectacular
human that ever lived –

blasphemously tolerant,
immeasurably expansive,
impractically unbending,
impossibly inclusive.

The sun always stings like antiseptic,
for lies lull with comfort of narcotics.
Give me ten brains, hearts and spines,
I’ll give you a planet primed with peace.

My Nation, Your Nation (Sonnet) – Abhijit Naskar, The First Supper

My nation, your nation,
my religion, your religion,
my culture, your culture,
will be the end of us apes –

outwardly fancy, inwardly filthy,
sneering, leering, gutter-crawling,
conniving, two-faced, fanatic,
frivolous, pointless bloody apes –

apes who can’t see right from wrong,
without the blinkers of creed –
apes who can’t tell order from disorder,
unless instructed by legal decree –

apes who would sell their own brother,
if monkey kings command, it’s patriotic.

God is a Gypsy (Sonnet) – Abhijit Naskar, The God Sonnets

Kindness is my constitution,
selflessness is divine sanity.
To be human takes no scripture,
living gospel takes humanity.

Men of ritual, men of blind worship,
will never know the breath of life,
which in a way, is animal blessing,
to know life is to be restless with light.

To know light is to be restless,
to know life is to be breathless,
only those without life can sit still,
for blindness is boon to the savages.

The name is *Gitano – Abigitano;
accused of freedom by alien hunters.
War is legal, human trafficking is legal,
genocide is legal, child-bombing is legal,
and you call this civilized and religious!

Quién es Abigitano (Quién, Kral Fakir) – Abhijit Naskar, Kral Fakir: When Calls The Kainat

Me llamo Gitano – Abigitano;
Nación, la Tierra – Raza, Humano.

La pertenencia es mi biblia,
la conciencia es mi brújula.
La gente es mi paraíso,
cada corazon, mi casa divina.

Cada nación es mi nación,
cada religión es mi religión,
cada cultura es mi cultura,
ser amable es mi constitución.

Abigitano, Kral Fakir, o Hometown Humano –
palabras difieren, pero sol es el mismo.

Black Eve, Mother of The Human Race (Sonnet) – Abhijit Naskar, The God Sonnets

If anthropology is anything to go by,
and if there is a God, then it’d be a black woman,
not a white, bearded, patronizing, male git –
because the only entity who could be considered
the origin of the human race, is a black woman –
not Adam, but Eve – a black Eve.

But then again, considering all the massacres,
genocide, persecution, and downright mindlessness,
perhaps God is indeed a white guy, because nobody
could’ve screwed up so neatly except a white colonialist.

But sarcasm aside, let’s talk some facts of biology –
no ethnicity has exclusive predisposition for atrocity,
just like no ethnicity has a franchise over greatness –
morons come in all shapes, sizes, genders and colors.

In nature there is no ethnicity,
there is only ecosystem of synergy.
Ethnicity is a product of dogma,
not a marker of human capacity.

Ecosystem of Love (Sonnet) – Abhijit Naskar, The God Sonnets

urning the other cheek only empowers persecution,
giving the impression that prejudice is the truth –
Jesus didn’t mansplain Mary to turn the
other cheek, he revolted at her persecutors,
like any decent human being should –

that’s what being christian is about,
that’s what being muslim is about,
that’s what being holy is about,
that’s what being humanist is about –

the label is irrelevant,
how you live, that’s what counts –
the belief is irrelevant,
how you behave, that’s what counts.

Protesters of persecution are never
a favorable bunch, no matter the era –
yet we must persevere,
against odds, against sneer,
and establish the ecosystem of love.

Neighbor Before Nation (Sonnet) – Abhijit Naskar, Iftar-e Insaniyat: The First Supper (First Sonnet Drop)

Death of soldiers is PR goldmine for
nationalist nutters, no matter the side,
because it gives them the appetizing
ammunition to sell some more fear,

some more prejudice,
some more fanatic tribalism,
neighbor fighting neighbor,
all wrapped in cute pills of patriotism –

which ultimately manufactures
some more orphans, some more widows,
some more elderly who lose their hope.

Trenches don’t have a right side and wrong side,
they only have one side, the side of dogma and lies.
Asses to asses, cheek to cheek, apes laud the apes,
declaring true apehood through their half-open flies.

The Tolerance Hymn (Iftar-e Insaniyat) – Abhijit Naskar

No borrowed make-believe,
no quicksand of cowardice –
superstition fading from bones,
as we rise above the prejudice.

No faith is faith supreme,
feeding on tears of persecution –
no culture wears the high crown,
each corazon chariots illumination.

Every faith, culture and tradition, has
created minds of most exalted character –
no geography holds exclusive franchise
over greatness, to be infallibly superior.

Belong to the moment, belong to each other,
past the lingering lure of a toxic heaven.
Wake up to Iftar-e Insaniyat – the First Supper,
love be our cosmic chord, tolerance, our hymn.