Polyglot Poet Quotes

“I switch cultures like clothes,
I switch sciences like pens.
I switch scriptures like tides,
I switch languages like seasons.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Kral Fakir: When Calls The Kainat

“Siempre adelante, nunca atrás.
Forever united, never apart.
Corazón primero, dinero después.
İnsanın acılarına insandır ilaç.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Iftar-e Insaniyat: The First Supper

“In the Naskar world, sonnet is not an elitist structure of rigid rhyme and meter, Naskar sonnet is a self-contained unit of civilization, indifferent to literary convention.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Kral Fakir: When Calls The Kainat

“Naskar sonnet is a self-contained unit of civilization, indifferent to literary convention.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Kral Fakir: When Calls The Kainat

“I grew up speaking two languages,
mother tongue and national tongue,
then in my late teens I assimilated English
from pirated dvds of American movies;

soon after I absorbed another language,
from the South of India, again from movies.
Years later when I started writing and got WiFi,
that's when an entire new horizon opened up.

This time I found myself drawn to Turkish
and Spanish, which became second languages
in the canon, after my first English.

I don't describe, I embody -
I don't study a culture,
I disappear into the culture.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Kral Fakir: When Calls The Kainat

“Monkeys have a deranged jungle instinct of yapping about their religion, nation and culture, which is why I made it a point to erase mine, for I say again, I exist for I dissolve in all.

My life is the experiment I leave to the world; neither failed, nor successful, I am just a humanizing mutation.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Kral Fakir: When Calls The Kainat

“Tierra Carta (Charter of Earth, S2498)

Nationality and religion are like blood groups,
it has no relation to human capacity and character,
despite the superstitions and conspiracy theories;
morons are found in every corner of the world,
just like mavericks are found in every corner.

The only difference between blood groups
and nationality is that, blood groups are
a fundamental factor of medical treatment,
whereas nationality and religion are
fleeting vestiges of an adolescent species.

I opened my eyes and couldn't find a single precedent
of post-national, post-religion, post-lingual,
post-cultural existence, so I became the precedent.

My roots go deep down to the core of earth,
spread across the bones and marrow of the human race.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Sonnets From The Mountaintop

“I obliterate myself pouring out life, beyond all known limits of literature, only to be blamed for my himalayan immensity, by the religious of hate and nationals of bigotry.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Sonnets From The Mountaintop

“Call it Neuroscience, call it theology,
call it Sufism, sociology, or Advaita -
I am the ocean that permeates all rivers,
call it sonnet or call it Naskaristana.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Nazmahal: Palace of Grace

“Only Fact is Me (Sonnet 2655)

I'm the impulse before the language,
I'm the reason before the science,
I'm the pulse before the poetry,
I'm the kernel before the divinity.

I'm larger than genre, larger than grammar,
I'm larger than primate dictionary.
I'm the duty that precedes the path,
I'm the mutation before the humanity.

I switch languages like radio,
I switch cultures like seasons -
if you tie Naskar to a nation,
you've failed the Naskar mission.

Only fact in this universe - is me -
and I am nothing, so nothing is fact,
everything is flux -
and I - am the flux of infinity.”
― Abhijit Naskar, With Love From A Blue Rock

“The Whirling Linguist
(Naskaristana 2670-2671)

Language is a paradox,
by ambition it is expansive,
but by neurology it is restrictive,
and language tied to ideology,
is downright decrepit.

I live in six languages,
and occasionally dabble in a few more,
and I learnt none inside classrooms,
I just outgrew the jungle memberships.

What makes a language native is
not flawless syntax or grammar,
but a shameless flow of passion.

For example, yo soy humano, por que humano?
cunku benim icin bi tek insanlik onemli -
sesangi sarang, sarangi sesang -
and to hell with armchair linguists
and grammar nazis, who can't tell
day from night without consulting textbooks -

I'm the center that the dervish whirls around,
I'm the flame that syllables dance around,
I'm the immeasurable that your complex-obsessed
psychology books patronize with analysis, and
philosophy books desecrate with ivory-tower,
lifeless logic disconnected from soil,
most of whom are more interested in calculation and
condescension than the elevation of human condition.

You think Naskar writes me, Naskar is an idiot, I'm beyond Naskar, beyond every single puny mortal brain, I'm the original sentience that occasionally seeks out fitting vessels, with a dominant tendency of expansion and a tinge of naivety, and makes them whirl at my whim, so that your little toddler species doesn't crawl back into jungle slime.”
― Abhijit Naskar, With Love From A Blue Rock