Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "liberty"

Liberationville (The Sonnet)

When the blood is boiling and conscience is screaming,
Stop not wishing for a messiah to appear.
When the heart is beating and the mind is restless,
Sit not praying for the miseries to disappear.
When the veins are burning and nerves are revolting,
Stay not cooped up in a cocoon of petty pleasures.
When the lungs are choking and cells are aching,
Stay not inanimate out of insecurities and fears.
When the spine is bending and the head is drooping,
Stay not silent submitting to tribal identity.
When the knees are trembling and the throat is thirsty,
Stand not frail as servant of conformity.
When the eyes are teary and lips are dreary, never consider sitting still.
Obliterate loyalty to atrocities of the norm waking up to liberationville.
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Two Liberties (A Sonnet)

There is not one but two liberties,
One is savage and the other is civilized.
Savage liberty lacks accountability,
The civilized one makes us humanized.
In the jungle liberty is the supreme law,
But one that involves no accountability.
Thus injustice is the norm of wildlife,
But it can't be accepted in human society.
Accountability is the line of control,
Between human and animal behavior.
You don't need intellect to draw the line,
All you need is a well-formed character.
So liberty must be guided by accountability,
Only then can we create a sane society.
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In The Church of Liberty (The Sonnet)

In the church of liberty,
Light a candle of conviction.
Do not move an inch,
Even in the face of annihilation.
Freedom, curiosity and inclusivity,
These are the beads of our soul.
Standing true to these watchwords,
We will reach our supreme goal.
If we want there to be serenity,
Destroy we must our insane egotism.
Real rest comes through humility,
When we discover the self in collectivism.
World peace and harmony are all fiction.
If conscience is awake there'll be ascension.
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Published on March 01, 2021 09:19 Tags: conscience, conviction, curiosity, humility, inclusion, justice, liberty, poem, selfishness, sonnet

Brave, The Sonnet

Say o brave, o soldier of eternal heights,
May I be decapitated before my head bows.
Say o brave, o explorer of impossibility,
May I feed another while my stomach growls.
Say o brave, o pedestrian of purity,
I obey no law for I'm the epitome of rightness.
Say o brave, o athlete of amor and amity,
I am sheer insanity exuding real saneness.
Say o brave, o bearer of benevolence,
I am disaster, blaster and master of destiny.
Say o brave, o vessel of valiance,
I devour fear, greed, pride and insecurity.
Say o brave, I am the seed of all assimilation,
The first one standing, earthquakin' egalitarian.
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My Lady Liberty (The Sonnet)

O my beloved lady liberty,
Here, I place my head at your feet.
The way you've been upholding freedom,
May I live as vigorous without greed.
You have given refuge to the persecuted,
You have shown light to the distressed.
May I be as upright as you my dear,
May my life shelter the meek and repressed.
Let me absorb you through my every pore,
So I may draw from your eternal strength.
The way you stand as testament of justice,
May I stand as steady giving up my last breath.
I can never repay my debt to you lady liberty.
Take my life and use it as ointment for society.
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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.
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Giants in Jeans Sonnet 46

Love is in everybody,
Not everybody is in love.
Power is in everybody,
Not everybody can power-up.
Everybody loves beautiful clothes,
Few care for heart's beauty.
Everybody is obsessed with liberty,
Few can bear the responsibility.
Everybody lives amidst the collective,
Only few practice collectivism.
Everybody talks about the world,
Not everybody has the world in them.
Poor is not the one whose pocket is empty,
But the one whose heart lacks comity.
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Sonnet of Rulers | Handcrafted Humanity

The only people who'll rule the world,
Are the ones who want to rule not a being.
The only people to inherit the earth,
Are the ones who want to inherit nothing.
The only people who win hearts,
Are those who give all without question.
The only people who become family to all,
Are those who walk without assumption.
The only people who never die,
Are those who happily die for others.
The only people who are the happiest,
Are those who have no trace of selfish desires.
Selfishness is synonym for suffering and misery.
Joy is just a byproduct of service to humanity.
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Noviolence 2.0 (The Sonnet) | Dervish Advaitam

Nonviolence is not absence of violence,
Nonviolence is control over violence.
Justice doesn't mean absence of injustice,
Justice means absence of indifference.
Liberty doesn’t mean total lack of limits,
Liberty means to practice self-regulation.
Free speech doesn't mean reckless speech,
Free speech means speaking for ascension.
Order does not mean absence of chaos,
Order means presence of accountability.
Peace does not mean absence of conflicts,
Real peace comes from elimination of bigotry.
No more nonchalant nonviolence, it's a coward's way!
Awake, arise ‘n humanize, or in tomb the world will lay.
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Human Bulldozer (The Sonnet) | High Voltage Habib

I am no Gandhi, that I’d sit quietly and spin a wheel,
While people suffer in the clutches of imperialism.
I am no Guevara either, that I would shoot anyone,
Who looks suspicious, in my revolution for freedom.
Gandhi and Guevara are two extremes of human struggle,
One glorifies submission, another heralds new oppression.
Neither is fit for an infant world aiming to be civilized,
For one lacks backbone, the other weaponizes assumption.
We may take a little from Gandhi, a little from Guevara,
Without rigidity we may administer them accordingly.
I am an accountable human living in a world run by biases,
So most times I’ll keep quiet and act as a harmless dummy.
But whenever inhumanity goes overboard wreaking havoc,
The human bulldozer will rise to cleanse every epoch.
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