Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "reason"

Life in A Poem

One two three,
Reason will make you free.
Four five six,
Prejudices must be fixed.
Seven eight nine,
Shout aloud, the world is mine.
Ten eleven twelve,
In love humans ought to delve.
Thirteen fourteen fifteen,
To assimilate you must be keen.
Sixteen seventeen eighteen,
With kindness you must lean.
Nineteen twenty twenty-one,
It’s you that peace depends upon.
Twenty-two twenty-three twenty-four,
Give to the society more and more.
Twenty-five twenty-six twenty-seven,
Only actions can build an actual heaven.
Twenty-eight twenty-nine thirty,
Life is to lift the world, not party.
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Published on September 29, 2020 14:01 Tags: acceptance, diversity, humanism, humanist, humanitarian, inclusion, poem, poetry, prejudice, reason

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

Human Helpline (The Sonnet)

Neither Christ, nor Krishna, nor Superman,
No imagination can rescue humanity.
Each of us is the only helpline,
Human salvation is human responsibility.
Enough with these prayer and rituals,
Now awake from the sleep of subjugation.
As heroes fraught with reason and conscience,
We must rise to break all submission.
Progress demands a life of revolution,
Self-induced slavery won't do.
The more you seek a savior outside,
The more you turn into boneless goo.
Of all life on earth the human being is peerless.
Only those called sapiens roar for the helpless.
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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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Celebrities Ain't Health Experts (The Sonnet)

Celebrities and influencers are not health experts,
Stop taking medical advice from halfwits of wellness.
Stop being a two-bit doctor from ten minutes of googling,
For Google is not a substitute for doctors and nurses.
Compared to that of a trained and experienced doctor,
Even as a neurobiologist my diagnosis skills are insignifant.
Then why can't you accept that when it comes to medicine,
Your opinion is worth no more than a counterfeit coin.
One goes through years of training and many sleepless nights,
Then they earn the right to wear the white coat of service.
And yet upon spending an hour surfing on the internet,
You put on the personality of a grey-haired neurologist!
Lack of expertise is by no means the same as lack of dignity.
But denial of expertise indicates a definite lack of senility.
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Sacred Feminines and Holy Fathers (The Sonnet) | Mücadele Muhabbet

Listen you all discrimination-vaalo,
No matter how much you whine and wallow,
To obliterate all hateful bone and marrow,
Lo comes a generation of caballera, caballero!
Not a trace of dominant fear and anxiety,
Not a particle of self-centric practicality,
Lo come the bravehearts made of thunder,
Lo come the true preservers of humanity!
Breaking free from all that is old and rotten,
Overcoming all drives of untamed tribalism,
Lo come the sacred feminines of creation,
Lo come the holy fathers of nondivisionism!
Though divided by thought, still united by heart,
Grab these new nerves, give yourselves a jumpstart.
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The Motto Sonnet | Dervish Advaitam

Hard as steel and soft as flower,
That's the motto for a civilized human.
Tough as thunder, sweet as honey,
That's the motto for a braveheart human.
Not too much unguided sentiments,
Not too much intellectual coldness,
To give either of them total slack,
Is to bring destruction and lifelessness.
Corazón primero, después dinero,*
Thus speaks the human of revolution.
Humanidad primero, después verdad,**
That's the motto for the being of evolution.
Strength, warmth ‘n reason, all are needed.
And all are to be guided by oneness uncorrupted.


(*Heart first, money later. **Humanity first, truth later.)
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Rationality and Sentimentality | Abhijit Naskar | Insan Himalayanoğlu

I am yet to find a happy computer, despite being the epitome of rationality. Likewise, I am yet to find a civilized animal, despite being the epitome of sentimentality. What this means is that, only with the right balance between rationality and sentimentality there can exist a magical creature called human, brimming with infinite potential – but mess up the balance, and you are stuck with either a cold mechanical world run by rationality or a red-hot uncivilized world run by brutality – both equally unfit for preserving civilized life.
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Many Minds, Many Lanes (Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Azad Earth Army: When The World Cries Blood

Poetry is a way of life, and nobody
knows the way better than those lost.
And when poetry meets science, there is
nothing more magically potent than that.

Science is a way of sight, and nobody
walks it better than the undoctrinated.
Religion is a way of light, and nobody
lives it better than the undivided.

End of rigidity is the beginning of religion,
end of division is the beginning of divinity.
To acknowledge prejudice is the awakening
of reason, which is the bedrock of curiosity.

Truth of good is truth of God –
there is nothing higher, more divine.
To me faith, science, poetry, all same,
many lanes to lift our one humankind.
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Mind is My Mecca (Sonnet) – Abhijit Naskar, The God Sonnets


Wanna touch God?
Touch a life in pain.
Person becomes holy by
helping another without gain.

The world needs missionaries of love,
missionaries of reason,
not mercenaries of organized religion.
out to harvest convert vegetation.

I was born of dust, I live as flame,
for I choose to be human, not a dead name.
Not lords and ladies, not dukes and dames,
mind stands beacon stripped of cages lame.

Human is the one who asks no one to kneel;
go, walk the earth not to evangelize, but heal.
To be holy is to carry a candle, not sermon;
mind is my mecca, soul is kindness in motion.
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