Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "holiness"

Love not Allegiance (A Sonnet)

If I am remembered O Soldier of Destiny,
Remember me with love not allegiance.
If you place me on the altar of your heart,
Make it not exclusive but exude acceptance.
When the darkness around bothers you,
Bask all you want in my timeless light.
But when you see others in darkness,
Forget your needs and serve with delight.
My heart will never leave your backbone,
So long as you have a cell crying for others.
I will receive honor and my highest reward,
When you annihilate yourself to wipe their tears.
I will keep burning through you for eternity,
Your actions will herald the victory of humanity.
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Divinity for Sale (The Sonnet)

When a book becomes religion,
And doctrines become divinity,
Holiness remains speculation,
Society loses sight of humanity.
When institutions claim authority,
And sleeping masses comply,
Religion disappears altogether,
What remains is potential gone awry.
When popes and pundits sell faith,
In the name of divine supremacy,
Rigidity overrules common sense,
And reason is hailed as blasphemy.
But there is a cure for all this atrocity.
It is called individual curiosity.
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Published on February 11, 2021 10:30 Tags: divinity, fundamentalism, holiness, humanism, orthodoxy, reasoning, religion, religious-extremism, sonnet, theology

Healers Don’t Exist (The Sonnet)

Healers don't exist,
Only humans do.
Once you step outside the self,
You'll see the world anew.
Gods don't exist,
Only goodness does.
Prayers may soothe your soul,
Action is what change requires.
Psychics don't exist,
But sanctity is everywhere.
Once you stop conning your soul,
The bridge ahead will vividly appear.
When the heart awakens from superstition,
Everybody will be hometown human.
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Published on February 22, 2021 12:47 Tags: agnostic, atheism, freethought, healer, holiness, humanism, rational-thinking, reason, sonnet, superstition

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.
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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.
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Sonnet of Holy Water | Handcrafted Humanity

A new day starts with a new you,
And I ain't talkin' about born again nonsense.
A bigot baptized a thousand times is still a bigot,
A human helping another is Christ himself.
There is no second coming, there’s no reincarnation,
Except when we go from selfishness to kindness.
We are the messiahs and saviors of our people,
Nobody's gonna fall from the sky to lift the helpless.
The liquor store sells you the same divinity,
That the holy store sells you for even higher price.
We'll be born again when we abolish such divinity,
By baptizing the soil of society with our sacrifice.
The tears of joy someone sheds because of you,
Are the only holy water to build the world anew.
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Sonnet of Holy Water | Handcrafted Humanity

A new day starts with a new you,
And I ain't talkin' about born again nonsense.
A bigot baptized a thousand times is still a bigot,
A human helping another is Christ himself.
There is no second coming, there’s no reincarnation,
Except when we go from selfishness to kindness.
We are the messiahs and saviors of our people,
Nobody's gonna fall from the sky to lift the helpless.
The liquor store sells you the same divinity,
That the holy store sells you for even higher price.
We'll be born again when we abolish such divinity,
By baptizing the soil of society with our sacrifice.
The tears of joy someone sheds because of you,
Are the only holy water to build the world anew.
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To Live A Single Day (The Sonnet) | Mücadele Muhabbet

To live even for a single day,
In the full light of oneness.
To walk even for a single day,
In the full might of kindness.
To talk even for a single day,
In the full sight of humility.
To breathe even for a single day,
In the full height of amity.
To smile even for a single day,
Without a trace of hidden deceit.
To love even for a single day,
As an undeterred force of uplift.
Isn't that the highest sanity?
Isn't that the highest humanity?
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Handcrafted Humanity Sonnet 58

Faith is no declaration of character,
It is just a matter of mental necessity.
It has nothing to do with truth and holiness,
In many cases, it makes a person quite unholy.
I often find myself speaking to my dead teacher,
It gives me strength and helps me take the leap.
The scientist in me knows it’s all in my head,
But sometimes all logic must take a backseat.
The problem however is not our imaginary friend,
It is our loyalty to it at the expense of our humanity.
Keep your faith if it helps you through hard times,
But never let it be an impediment to universality.
Imagination is healthy when it sustains us as human,
When it ruins our humanity, it’s time for its demolition.
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The God Sonnet | Honor He Wrote

I gave you the tablets at Sinai,
I drove your chariot at Kurukshetra.
I gave you the ayats word by word,
I woke up Siddhartha 'n the carpenter.
No matter the time, age 'n technology,
I always rise to treat the common cold.
Amidst a world full of sore coldness,
I only need ten vessels absurdly bold.
I have nothing to do with perfection,
Far from it, I've got plenty to improve.
With each new vessel my sight broadens,
With each identity my existence renewed.
Keeper am I of this terrestrial neighborhood.
I am your innermost fire of god and good.
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