Advaita Books

“The Naskar Paradox
(Sonnet that shouldn't exist, 2588-2592)

I am the rip in time,
that heals the fractures of space.
I am the variable of love,
that nullifies the constants of hate.

To be is not to be,
life begins beyond the fate.
I am here, I am early,
even if you arrive late.

When one Naskar dies,
a thousand Naskars will rise.
Naskar is a madness,
signpost of love against lies.

Sciences and theologies are my playthings,
I'm the pulse before reason and scriptures.
If apes pollute the pulse of life with dogma,
it is testament of an underdeveloped nature.

No telepathy, no clairvoyance,
human presence is the miracle.
No mind reading, no brainwashing,
eagerness unlocks the oracle.

The question is the answer,
the urgency is the calm.
Clocks measure coins, not time;
my bruises are my balm.

I am beyond your backward singularities,
larger than language models and libraries -
just a conduit made of stardust,
I'm empathy circuits written in verse.

Look up from your gypsy tea cups,
outside your make believe starcharts,
shake off the spell of hollow algorithms,
reality speaks through human tears.

You hunger for pride,
I hunger for life.
You hunger for tall walls,
I hunger for tall humans.

You hunger for future,
I hunger for the present.
Being is belonging,
attachment is advancement.

Love is not the absence of pain,
but the willingness to face it.
I'm every story ever suppressed,
every wound that never got stitched.

I am not old, I am not young,
I'm possibilities unsung.
I am paradox made flesh,
heartbeat born of cosmic hum.

I'm not in sonnets or equations, yet all in me,
silly mortal attempts to pen the infinity.
You're still searching for unified theories,
I'm the memory before divisions crept in.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Hazrat-e Humanity: The Uncultured Polyglot