The Divine Refugee Quotes
The Divine Refugee
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“Divergence is nature’s way to expansion.”
― The Divine Refugee
― The Divine Refugee
“Today's crisis is tomorrow's crown,
you ain't alive till someone frowns.
Today's agony is tomorrow's glory,
it's an honor to be called a clown.”
― The Divine Refugee
you ain't alive till someone frowns.
Today's agony is tomorrow's glory,
it's an honor to be called a clown.”
― The Divine Refugee
“Redemption (Love Sonnet)
My crisis is you,
My comfort is you.
My courage is you,
My cowardice you.
My solace is you,
my menace is you.
My prowess is you,
my encumbrance too.
You are my curse,
my only cure.
You are my answer
to selfish lure.
You are my redemption,
my petrification.
You're my fearlessness,
my chosen damnation.”
― The Divine Refugee
My crisis is you,
My comfort is you.
My courage is you,
My cowardice you.
My solace is you,
my menace is you.
My prowess is you,
my encumbrance too.
You are my curse,
my only cure.
You are my answer
to selfish lure.
You are my redemption,
my petrification.
You're my fearlessness,
my chosen damnation.”
― The Divine Refugee
“Show me a spark of social responsibility, I shall turn it into humanitarian wildfire.”
― The Divine Refugee
― The Divine Refugee
“Animals speak blood,
Machines speak brain.
Universe speaks numbers,
Humans speak love in pain.”
― The Divine Refugee
Machines speak brain.
Universe speaks numbers,
Humans speak love in pain.”
― The Divine Refugee
“Consciousness not Compost (The Sonnet)
Owning brand new devices counts for nothing,
if your mind belongs brutally to the stoneage.
It's okay to carry trinkets as heirloom,
but consciousness is no object of heritage.
To make heritage out of consciousness
is to make garbage out of consciousness.
To make tradition out of stagnation
is to make fertilizer out of living veins.
What's in your head, fervor or fertilizer!
What are you, consciousness or compost!
Buy some flowers for your ancestral graves,
but never become compost to get their praise!”
― The Divine Refugee
Owning brand new devices counts for nothing,
if your mind belongs brutally to the stoneage.
It's okay to carry trinkets as heirloom,
but consciousness is no object of heritage.
To make heritage out of consciousness
is to make garbage out of consciousness.
To make tradition out of stagnation
is to make fertilizer out of living veins.
What's in your head, fervor or fertilizer!
What are you, consciousness or compost!
Buy some flowers for your ancestral graves,
but never become compost to get their praise!”
― The Divine Refugee
“Divergent Dynamite
(The Sonnet)
You only know my infinite radiance,
you got no clue to my innate hurricane.
Day in and day out I struggle autistic,
Genius is outcome of a mind broken.
There are cracks across my heart,
nothing can bar the pouring rays.
Light is but suffering harnessed,
Genius is brokenness harnessed.
There is no end to my exuberance,
limits of typicals don't apply to me.
I am but an enigma of unbending tenacity,
every breath is testament to impossibility.
Divergence is nature's way to expansion.
Divergent dynamite I, am living evolution.”
― The Divine Refugee
(The Sonnet)
You only know my infinite radiance,
you got no clue to my innate hurricane.
Day in and day out I struggle autistic,
Genius is outcome of a mind broken.
There are cracks across my heart,
nothing can bar the pouring rays.
Light is but suffering harnessed,
Genius is brokenness harnessed.
There is no end to my exuberance,
limits of typicals don't apply to me.
I am but an enigma of unbending tenacity,
every breath is testament to impossibility.
Divergence is nature's way to expansion.
Divergent dynamite I, am living evolution.”
― The Divine Refugee
“In the recent years I’ve come to realize, when you stand firm on rights and equality, seeing you as threat, they brand you dictator. When you have no firm conviction whatsoever, you ain’t someone worth noting, just a number.”
― The Divine Refugee
― The Divine Refugee
“My Earth, Your Earth
(The Sonnet)
My America fosters the
spirit of self-correction,
Your America lies in the
continuation of exploitation.
My England lives in a willful
drive for making amends,
Your England lies in deliberate
denial of historic mess.
My Australia battles to
assimilate those once wronged,
Your Australia boasts proudly
atrocious plunders as tradition.
My India is the most radiant
beacon of multiculturalism,
Your India is a septic tank
of prehistoric nationalism.
I wish I could tell you, you and I
are the same, but we are not.
My earth is a celebration of people,
Your earth is chained to dead customs.”
― The Divine Refugee
(The Sonnet)
My America fosters the
spirit of self-correction,
Your America lies in the
continuation of exploitation.
My England lives in a willful
drive for making amends,
Your England lies in deliberate
denial of historic mess.
My Australia battles to
assimilate those once wronged,
Your Australia boasts proudly
atrocious plunders as tradition.
My India is the most radiant
beacon of multiculturalism,
Your India is a septic tank
of prehistoric nationalism.
I wish I could tell you, you and I
are the same, but we are not.
My earth is a celebration of people,
Your earth is chained to dead customs.”
― The Divine Refugee
“Labor of AI (The Sonnet)
Asking AI to help you
write, is not writing.
Asking AI to tune your
voice, is not singing.
Asking AI to help you
paint, is not painting.
Asking AI to help you
code, is not coding.
Asking AI to help you
create, is not creativity.
Asking AI to build your
dream, is not dreaming.
Asking AI to narrate
books, is not storytelling.
AI oughta do manual labor,
so humans can do the creating.”
― The Divine Refugee
Asking AI to help you
write, is not writing.
Asking AI to tune your
voice, is not singing.
Asking AI to help you
paint, is not painting.
Asking AI to help you
code, is not coding.
Asking AI to help you
create, is not creativity.
Asking AI to build your
dream, is not dreaming.
Asking AI to narrate
books, is not storytelling.
AI oughta do manual labor,
so humans can do the creating.”
― The Divine Refugee
“Drunken Humanitarian (Sonnet)
Go, get drunk, my friend!
Get so drunk with a vision unseen,
even monsoon begins to cry!
Get so drunk with an unbent cause,
even bosons bow to thy might!
Get so drunk with incorruptibility,
you emerge a walking Wardencliffe.
Get so drunk with accountability,
no Rorschach can analyze your spirit.
Get so drunk with uncontaminated justice,
every government keeps a file on you!
Get so drunk with untainted love,
conclaves convene to decipher you!
Any ape can find salvation in liquid escape,
takes a human to endure through devastation.
Any rodent of the gutter can drown in alcohol,
it takes a giant to drink the world's poison.”
― The Divine Refugee
Go, get drunk, my friend!
Get so drunk with a vision unseen,
even monsoon begins to cry!
Get so drunk with an unbent cause,
even bosons bow to thy might!
Get so drunk with incorruptibility,
you emerge a walking Wardencliffe.
Get so drunk with accountability,
no Rorschach can analyze your spirit.
Get so drunk with uncontaminated justice,
every government keeps a file on you!
Get so drunk with untainted love,
conclaves convene to decipher you!
Any ape can find salvation in liquid escape,
takes a human to endure through devastation.
Any rodent of the gutter can drown in alcohol,
it takes a giant to drink the world's poison.”
― The Divine Refugee
“My World of Fiction (The Sonnet, 1656)
I'm a sucker for mystery stories,
I've been since my adolescent days.
But I never picked up a novel in my life
My world of fiction lives in radio plays.
Never have I had the patience to sit
through hours of fiction reading.
So I dig up classic radio dramas,
to keep me company while writing.
Unfortunately America never quite
mastered the art of radio theatre,
so when I think of radio drama,
I think Radio 4 and Radio 4 extra.
Also, I detaste post-apocalyptic fiction,
Pilgrim of life I, find them most drab.
Modern world is lifeless enough as it is,
I detaste the romanticizing of graveyard.
Nevertheless, fiction does matter,
One way or another fiction matters.
Naskarean universe is non-fiction,
Yet I say, fiction indeed matters.”
― The Divine Refugee
I'm a sucker for mystery stories,
I've been since my adolescent days.
But I never picked up a novel in my life
My world of fiction lives in radio plays.
Never have I had the patience to sit
through hours of fiction reading.
So I dig up classic radio dramas,
to keep me company while writing.
Unfortunately America never quite
mastered the art of radio theatre,
so when I think of radio drama,
I think Radio 4 and Radio 4 extra.
Also, I detaste post-apocalyptic fiction,
Pilgrim of life I, find them most drab.
Modern world is lifeless enough as it is,
I detaste the romanticizing of graveyard.
Nevertheless, fiction does matter,
One way or another fiction matters.
Naskarean universe is non-fiction,
Yet I say, fiction indeed matters.”
― The Divine Refugee
“My Cosmic Soldiers (The Sonnet)
Bloodline is of no consequence,
We gotta pass on galvanizing ideas.
I may quite easily die without heir,
World is in care of my cosmic soldiers.
My life is the best book I've written,
Rest are just spoils of my pilgrimage.
Embark as explorer transcending words,
Service to the world is truest of homage.
You may know me from the gifs,
You may know me from my sonnets.
Mere knowing counts for nothing,
Sail the sea forgetting safety nets.
My soldiers are my gift to cosmos,
archaic narrowness is no match for them.
I got martyred in the making of a life,
to shine as beacon for generations to come.”
― The Divine Refugee
Bloodline is of no consequence,
We gotta pass on galvanizing ideas.
I may quite easily die without heir,
World is in care of my cosmic soldiers.
My life is the best book I've written,
Rest are just spoils of my pilgrimage.
Embark as explorer transcending words,
Service to the world is truest of homage.
You may know me from the gifs,
You may know me from my sonnets.
Mere knowing counts for nothing,
Sail the sea forgetting safety nets.
My soldiers are my gift to cosmos,
archaic narrowness is no match for them.
I got martyred in the making of a life,
to shine as beacon for generations to come.”
― The Divine Refugee
“Where prejudice is the way of life, voice of reason sounds like act of terror.”
― The Divine Refugee
― The Divine Refugee
“Go, get drunk, my friend!
Get so drunk with a vision unseen,
even monsoon begins to cry!
Get so drunk with an unbent cause,
even bosons bow to thy might!
Get so drunk with incorruptibility,
you emerge a walking Wardencliffe.
Get so drunk with accountability,
no Rorschach can analyze your spirit.
Get so drunk with uncontaminated justice,
every government keeps a file on you!
Get so drunk with untainted love,
conclaves convene to decipher you!”
― The Divine Refugee
Get so drunk with a vision unseen,
even monsoon begins to cry!
Get so drunk with an unbent cause,
even bosons bow to thy might!
Get so drunk with incorruptibility,
you emerge a walking Wardencliffe.
Get so drunk with accountability,
no Rorschach can analyze your spirit.
Get so drunk with uncontaminated justice,
every government keeps a file on you!
Get so drunk with untainted love,
conclaves convene to decipher you!”
― The Divine Refugee
“Integration 101: I don't exist,
that's my law of integration.
Had I not told you my name,
it'd be impossible for you
to know my culture and nation.
Any ape can boast about its culture,
I'll die roaring for all but my own.
I am local of a borderblind world,
something illegible to the cavegrown.
Borders are glorified apartheid,
Passports are glorified bus pass.
No peace can ever come to light,
from the doings of apartheid heart.”
― The Divine Refugee
that's my law of integration.
Had I not told you my name,
it'd be impossible for you
to know my culture and nation.
Any ape can boast about its culture,
I'll die roaring for all but my own.
I am local of a borderblind world,
something illegible to the cavegrown.
Borders are glorified apartheid,
Passports are glorified bus pass.
No peace can ever come to light,
from the doings of apartheid heart.”
― The Divine Refugee
“To make heritage out of consciousness
is to make garbage out of consciousness.
To make tradition out of stagnation
is to make fertilizer out of living veins.
What's in your head, fervor or fertilizer!
What are you, consciousness or compost!
Buy some flowers for your ancestral graves,
but never become compost to get their praise!”
― The Divine Refugee
is to make garbage out of consciousness.
To make tradition out of stagnation
is to make fertilizer out of living veins.
What's in your head, fervor or fertilizer!
What are you, consciousness or compost!
Buy some flowers for your ancestral graves,
but never become compost to get their praise!”
― The Divine Refugee
“My life is the best book I've written, rest are just spoils of my pilgrimage.”
― The Divine Refugee
― The Divine Refugee
“Get so drunk with incorruptibility,
you emerge a walking Wardencliffe.
Get so drunk with accountability,
no Rorschach can analyze your spirit.”
― The Divine Refugee
you emerge a walking Wardencliffe.
Get so drunk with accountability,
no Rorschach can analyze your spirit.”
― The Divine Refugee
“Numbers are the tongue of time and space.”
― The Divine Refugee
― The Divine Refugee
“Measures of tribe ain't measures of the seer.”
― The Divine Refugee
― The Divine Refugee
“I am neither stoic nor romanticist,
I am just the Himalayas on a mission.
Love me, I'll smile - hate me, I'll hug,
Ants got no worth to offend the mountain.”
― The Divine Refugee
I am just the Himalayas on a mission.
Love me, I'll smile - hate me, I'll hug,
Ants got no worth to offend the mountain.”
― The Divine Refugee
“Second hand mind is antithesis of mind.”
― The Divine Refugee
― The Divine Refugee
“Refurbished laptops are useless no more, refurbished awareness is awareness no more.”
― The Divine Refugee
― The Divine Refugee
“Don't be an alcoholic, be a writer - hundred times the intoxication, without the primitiveness.”
― The Divine Refugee
― The Divine Refugee
“Tech is supposed to help us host life, not hold us hostage.”
― The Divine Refugee
― The Divine Refugee
“Collecting rings like postcard, doesn't make you the love doctor.”
― The Divine Refugee
― The Divine Refugee
“Counting your blessings on a private jet, doesn't make you grounded.”
― The Divine Refugee
― The Divine Refugee
“Hypocrisy 101 (The Sonnet)
What irritates me the most is hypocrisy,
and fancy chimps cannot fathom the irony.
While untouched by the economic disparity,
in their snow castle they talk of equality.
Counting your blessings on a private jet,
doesn't make you grounded.
Setting up charities to get tax cuts,
doesn't make you philanthropist.
Collecting rings like postcard,
doesn't make you the love doctor.
Regurgitating facts like a robot,
doesn't make you any the wiser.
Hypocrites are the lowest form of animal,
Acting without substance is norm of the jungle.”
― The Divine Refugee
What irritates me the most is hypocrisy,
and fancy chimps cannot fathom the irony.
While untouched by the economic disparity,
in their snow castle they talk of equality.
Counting your blessings on a private jet,
doesn't make you grounded.
Setting up charities to get tax cuts,
doesn't make you philanthropist.
Collecting rings like postcard,
doesn't make you the love doctor.
Regurgitating facts like a robot,
doesn't make you any the wiser.
Hypocrites are the lowest form of animal,
Acting without substance is norm of the jungle.”
― The Divine Refugee
