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“Shehit Shair Society, Sonnet (Martyr Poets Society) Poet* is martyred so poetry can live, Monk is martyred so holiness can live. Reformer is martyred so society can live, Dervish is martyred so the cosmos can live. Sufi is martyred so serenity can breathe, Scientist is martyred so reason finds light. Philosopher is martyred so curiosity lives, Saint is martyred to keep the promise alive. The just are martyred so injustice ends - they diss us woke, we couldn't care less. *Shairs and seers, we are sad figures - It's from our wounds, the world draws courage. Walk your wounds, surf your suffering. Amidst self-lovers, martyr is the king.”

“Dream Before Genes (The Sonnet) As a teenager I only had one dream - immortality, not fame, not wealth, but immortality. I wanted to live on long after my body had perished, and with sheer conviction I made it a reality. Tomorrow if I fall asleep, I shall sleep contented, for my mission will live on galvanizing brave veins. My only regret is, I never got to raise a family, it's the bittersweet price a reformer has to pay. Abi the person had to be sacrificed, for Naskar the dream to become a reality. Anyone who says, they have no regrets, never dared to live up to their full capacity. I offered up my youth to lift up the world, even got dumped, while lost in world building. My genes might die with me, not my dream - One day, not long now, whole world will be kin.”

“Give Me A Keyboard, I'll Give You Revolution (The Sonnet) I just want to write - that's all I ever want - to write, write and write! The day the words stop coming, will be my last corporeal night. Either I shall die by an assassin's bullet, or I shall die on my keyboard, but I refuse to die of old-age and disease. Death scares those who are scared of life, I have already lived my life in service. I live on keyboard, I'll die on keyboard, Keyboard is my instrument of illumination. Nothing short could satisfy my palate - Give me a keyboard, I'll give you revolution. With my keyboard I've defended the meek, With my keyboard I've castrated the pricks. With my keyboard I've brought down dictators, With my keyboard I've schooled bigoted pigs. With my keyboard I've raised Gods by hundreds, With my keyboard I've delivered world-builders. With my keyboard I've produced hatebusters, With my keyboard I've raised bulldozers. Death is but a myth - body dies, not bulldozer; Body is merely a vessel for the mission. If you want your ideas to live forever, You gotta sacrifice your life for a vision. I never lived as body, but only as a dream - My life is testament to the dream of united earth. I don't have a message, for I am the message - Sacrifice is beacon, that illuminates the universe.”

“Naskar has never sought for recognition, neither should Naskareans. Work my soldiers, work - work for the welfare of this world with the last ounce of valiance in your veins. Only then shall you stand bold and proud, with a smile on your face, as a testament to my life. I don't want to live in my words - I want to live through you - I want you to be the proof that there ever was a human called Naskar. I exist, when you exist - as the absolute epitome of humanness possible - when you don't, I don't. I don't want your allegiance - to me or anybody else! Allegiance is too petty a term to define what I want of you - for I don't want your allegiance - I want your annihilation - your absolute apocalyptic annihilation - for the ascension of humanity! Can you do that? Then what are you waiting for! Burn my books, and go lift the world! Let me live in your blood, not in books.”

“They ask me, why do you speak for so many cultures, when you are not born in those cultures? So I asked the sun, why do you share your light with earth, when you are not born of earth? The sun told me, o ye of little mind, don't you know, light is not mine to give! Light is the intrinsic right of life, I am merely accessory to the motive.”

“Gods by The Hundreds (The Sonnet) Some people fear christ, Some claim to hear christ. I work restless day and night, To raise the living christs. Some people fear god, Some claim to be prophets. I work without sleep and rest, To raise gods by the hundreds. One week of my life produces enough electricity, To power a 100 years of humanitarian endeavor. One life laid down to lift up the society, Triggers a wildfire of sacrificial fervor. I am but an instrument in the making of legends. I am but a matchstick to light up the sapiens.”

“Martyr for Humanity (The Sonnet) I am not a writer, I am an anomaly, For writers run empty after a few works. I lost count of mine a long time ago, Yet I keep imploding with no sign of cork. My brain keeps making appointments, That my body can't keep without crashing. I am not finished with one work, And lo, another one starts pouring! Someone, please calm my brain! The torture grows excruciating by the minute! Any day now hopefully an artery will blow, Then I shall finally have my eternal rest. Once I am gone, don't go making a cult out of me. I shall be alive, so long as there is one human standing ready to be martyred for humanity.”

“Every molecule in our body is conditioned through millions of years of natural selection to ensure our survival, but if you can jeopardize your own survival to lift up another life, that, my friend, is called human life.”

“World is My Valentine (The Sonnet) My first and foremost love is society, Romance 'n things are second priority. My love seeks not to be loved in return, In fact, my love thrives in cold nonreciprocity. Mine is not to reason why, mine is to love and die, There's no greater love than that of a one-sided lover. The world is to me what Julia was to Saint Valentine, And what the impoverished were to Nicholas Santa. A world anemic in love needs a day to celebrate love, I am a lover eternal, for me every day is valentine's day. The world is my valentine, as such it is under my care, It's my duty to protect it from Claudius' mischievous play. I shall stop breathing before I break this pledge of mine. There's no greater power than the pledge of a lover divine.”

“Honor He Wrote Sonnet 12 After all this time, the sun doesn't say to us, Listen you guys, you owe all your light to me. The trees don’t grab our throat with its vines, And yell, all your air and food are my charity. A candle does not burn to be appraised, But because to burn is the purpose of a candle. A candle not burning is no candle at all, Be a burning candle and live life purpose-driven. Life is a vessel of infinite majesty and potential, Let us not let it rot at the shore playing safe. Come hail or high water, let us be shredded, Let us be annihilated in service and in help. Let us be human, let us be alive across all narrowness. Let us be the shinning beacon of supreme unselfishness.”

“Look up, look at the stars. You know, some of those shining stars don't exist any more, they exploded long ago, yet their light keeps shining. Be a star my friend, and burn with all your might, so that your light lives on, even after you die.”

“You think booze makes you drunk? Fall head over heels in love with humankind, then you'll know what true drunkenness is all about. And in that drunkenness you'll know sanity - in that drunkenness you'll know true sapience.”

“Work, work, work - in silence - work - in agony - work – in tears - work - don't mind the mockery - don't mind the treachery - don't mind the heartbleed - just keep working. Why you ask? Because someone somewhere has love and light in their life because of your work.”

“Wanna learn about modern United States - don't study me, study MLK. Wanna learn about modern Latin America - don't study me, study José Martí. Wanna learn about modern India - don't study me, study Narendranath Datta. But if you wanna learn about modern humankind, beyond borders and cultures - then you may grab my hand - not so I could give you knowledge or comfort, but so I could set you on fire.”

“Wipe Out The I (The Sonnet) Once a person gives up all for others, They'll achieve everything worth achieving. The art of self-discovery is in self-annihilation, Whereas self-obsession only causes suffering. Once a person is insane with the sacrificial spirit, They'll know the meaning of civilized sanity. Once a person feels the joy of selflessness, All worldly pleasures will turn into foul vanity. Once a person hones the power of simplicity, They'll trash all trace of pomposity from life. Once a person senses the valor of humility, They'll discard all arrogant divide. Life is simple, but we mess it up with selfishness. Wipe out the I, and you will taste its sweetness.”