Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "vision"
The Naskar Code (Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Dunya Benim, Sorumluluk Benim: Little Planet on The Prairie
Kainat** is my qaum*,
Universe is my aum.
Carrying **cosmos in my chest,
every *community is my home.
Sat* is my nam-e,
*Honesty, my identity.
I am the one who is,
reflection of all humanity.
Bodhi* and dharma** are key to life,
lifting us high above the animals.
*Awareness wakes us to divine vision,
**Duty is the seed of civilization.
Valley of life is without elite divide,
Science, philosophy, divine, all are one.
Scientist, Poet, Dervish, or Philosopher,
Adjectives though plenty, noun is but one.
Universe is my aum.
Carrying **cosmos in my chest,
every *community is my home.
Sat* is my nam-e,
*Honesty, my identity.
I am the one who is,
reflection of all humanity.
Bodhi* and dharma** are key to life,
lifting us high above the animals.
*Awareness wakes us to divine vision,
**Duty is the seed of civilization.
Valley of life is without elite divide,
Science, philosophy, divine, all are one.
Scientist, Poet, Dervish, or Philosopher,
Adjectives though plenty, noun is but one.
Reality is Frequency (EM Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Azad Earth Army: When The World Cries Blood
Light is a matter of frequency,
reality is a matter of (EM) waves.
I’m talking in a mathematical sense,
and not in a mumbo jumbo sort of way.
Light, there is always,
just not the kind we can see.
Just like our eyes register a limited
spectrum, mind too is blind to plenty.
Our eyes are not equipped to
perceive outside certain spectrum,
just like our mind is conditioned to
see nothing beyond self preservation.
With modern gadgets we can see the full
EM spectrum, beyond the limits of our senses.
Likewise, a well developed character
transcends the very barrier of time and space.
reality is a matter of (EM) waves.
I’m talking in a mathematical sense,
and not in a mumbo jumbo sort of way.
Light, there is always,
just not the kind we can see.
Just like our eyes register a limited
spectrum, mind too is blind to plenty.
Our eyes are not equipped to
perceive outside certain spectrum,
just like our mind is conditioned to
see nothing beyond self preservation.
With modern gadgets we can see the full
EM spectrum, beyond the limits of our senses.
Likewise, a well developed character
transcends the very barrier of time and space.
Prototype Human (Sonnet 2249) – Abhijit Naskar, Iftar-e Insaniyat: The First Supper
The pen is my paradise,
the pen is my grave.
Everybody has all the answers,
I seem to have only questions.
Good thing, I don’t know how to write,
methods are obstacle to my madness.
I’m vast enough to contain the world,
asylum pills don’t work on pilgrim brains.
My pen never runs out of ink, because
the pen is an extension of my anatomy.
Madness is the first sign of sanity,
oneness is the seed of infinity.
Stereotypes are sanity of the jungle,
prejudice is sacred in the animal kingdom.
Flags are the poison, cosmos is (my) kin –
I am no stereotype, I am the Prototype Human.
the pen is my grave.
Everybody has all the answers,
I seem to have only questions.
Good thing, I don’t know how to write,
methods are obstacle to my madness.
I’m vast enough to contain the world,
asylum pills don’t work on pilgrim brains.
My pen never runs out of ink, because
the pen is an extension of my anatomy.
Madness is the first sign of sanity,
oneness is the seed of infinity.
Stereotypes are sanity of the jungle,
prejudice is sacred in the animal kingdom.
Flags are the poison, cosmos is (my) kin –
I am no stereotype, I am the Prototype Human.
