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The Divine Refugee

Book by Abhijit Naskar · 50 quotes · Humanist, Social Justice, Fundamentalism

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“Redemption (Love Sonnet) My crisis is you, My comfort is you. My courage is you, My cowardice you. My solace is you, my menace is you. My prowess is you, my encumbrance too. You are my curse, my only cure. You are my answer to selfish lure. You are my redemption, my petrification. You're my fearlessness, my chosen damnation.”

“Naskarism, Marxism, Buddhism, Sufism, Confucianism, Christianism, Judaism, it's all human construct. As such, none of it is infallible. Yours truly admits that, so did my friend Sid (Buddha), as well as my brother Mevlana (Rumi). And what's wrong with acknowledging the possibility of folly anyway! It is only through folly that fervor unfolds - it is only through mistakes that the mind expands.”

“Go, get drunk, my friend! Get so drunk with a vision unseen, even monsoon begins to cry! Get so drunk with an unbent cause, even bosons bow to thy might! Get so drunk with incorruptibility, you emerge a walking Wardencliffe. Get so drunk with accountability, no Rorschach can analyze your spirit. Get so drunk with uncontaminated justice, every government keeps a file on you! Get so drunk with untainted love, conclaves convene to decipher you!”

“Missing God Complex (The Sonnet) Usually I write and release one book a month, But World War Human took me several months. An accident turned the world upside down for my family - the fearless legend was briefly lost. When I wrote, how does the bird come and go, I had no inkling that it'd come true in a couple of months. I felt the helplessness of my pathless dropout years, For the first time in over a decade I felt defeatist. Month-long grovelling to doctors left me suffering with inferiority complex, wallowing in self-pity. For a brief while I was actually rendered useless, I honestly lost my link with the rest of humanity. So I did what I hadn't done in a long time, I reverted back to my origin of mission. In his memory I reawakened to my promise, I got reignited with my natural divine vision. Finally I reclaimed my innate God complex, the usual invincibility to outside influence. I returned to life galvanized a thousand folds, Tragedy does nothing but amply my omnipotence.”

“Integration 101: I don't exist, that's my law of integration. Had I not told you my name, it'd be impossible for you to know my culture and nation. Any ape can boast about its culture, I'll die roaring for all but my own. I am local of a borderblind world, something illegible to the cavegrown. Borders are glorified apartheid, Passports are glorified bus pass. No peace can ever come to light, from the doings of apartheid heart.”

“Apartheid Sonnet Integration 101: I don't exist, that's my law of integration. Had I not told you my name, it'd be impossible for you to know my culture and nation. Any ape can boast about its culture, I'll die roaring for all but my own. I am local of a borderblind world, something illegible to the cavegrown. Borders are glorified apartheid, Passports are glorified bus pass. No peace can ever come to light, from the doings of apartheid heart. Latinos regard me as latino, Americans reckon I'm american, Muslims consider me a muslim, that's how I've lived as a human.”

“Drunken Humanitarian (Sonnet) Go, get drunk, my friend! Get so drunk with a vision unseen, even monsoon begins to cry! Get so drunk with an unbent cause, even bosons bow to thy might! Get so drunk with incorruptibility, you emerge a walking Wardencliffe. Get so drunk with accountability, no Rorschach can analyze your spirit. Get so drunk with uncontaminated justice, every government keeps a file on you! Get so drunk with untainted love, conclaves convene to decipher you! Any ape can find salvation in liquid escape, takes a human to endure through devastation. Any rodent of the gutter can drown in alcohol, it takes a giant to drink the world's poison.”

“The Islam I Live (Sufi Sonnet 1640) The Islam I live speaks of love, The Islam I live is gentle as dove. The Islam I live claims no convert, The Islam I live warms all in hug. The Islam I live transcends doctrine, The Islam I live transcends the mosque. The Islam I live holds no faith foreign, The Islam I live finds good in every walk. The Islam I live is a walking azaan, living call to tolerance and acceptance. Muslim poet am I, from the valley of love, The Islam I live is the end of violence. The Islam I live is an act of peace, a promise of love, in a world of malice.”

“Labor of AI (The Sonnet) Asking AI to help you write, is not writing. Asking AI to tune your voice, is not singing. Asking AI to help you paint, is not painting. Asking AI to help you code, is not coding. Asking AI to help you create, is not creativity. Asking AI to build your dream, is not dreaming. Asking AI to narrate books, is not storytelling. AI oughta do manual labor, so humans can do the creating.”

“Dear John Twitter (Delete Twitter Sonnet) For a long time I've been backin' away from twitter, but I didn't cut tie completely hoping that it might get better. Now that a far right billionaire baboon has turned it into the internet sewer, there's no point to hanging on to filth, twitter used to be relevant, but no longer. From time to time, colonial morons try to bring back the good ol' days of segregation. It's up to the human society to take charge, and castrate their ambition through isolation. Quarantine rabid dogs by absolute dissociation, To entertain filth is to perpetrate uncivilization.”

“Divergent Dynamite (The Sonnet) You only know my infinite radiance, you got no clue to my innate hurricane. Day in and day out I struggle autistic, Genius is outcome of a mind broken. There are cracks across my heart, nothing can bar the pouring rays. Light is but suffering harnessed, Genius is brokenness harnessed. There is no end to my exuberance, limits of typicals don't apply to me. I am but an enigma of unbending tenacity, every breath is testament to impossibility. Divergence is nature's way to expansion. Divergent dynamite I, am living evolution.”

“My Cosmic Soldiers (The Sonnet) Bloodline is of no consequence, We gotta pass on galvanizing ideas. I may quite easily die without heir, World is in care of my cosmic soldiers. My life is the best book I've written, Rest are just spoils of my pilgrimage. Embark as explorer transcending words, Service to the world is truest of homage. You may know me from the gifs, You may know me from my sonnets. Mere knowing counts for nothing, Sail the sea forgetting safety nets. My soldiers are my gift to cosmos, archaic narrowness is no match for them. I got martyred in the making of a life, to shine as beacon for generations to come.”

“My Earth, Your Earth (The Sonnet) My America fosters the spirit of self-correction, Your America lies in the continuation of exploitation. My England lives in a willful drive for making amends, Your England lies in deliberate denial of historic mess. My Australia battles to assimilate those once wronged, Your Australia boasts proudly atrocious plunders as tradition. My India is the most radiant beacon of multiculturalism, Your India is a septic tank of prehistoric nationalism. I wish I could tell you, you and I are the same, but we are not. My earth is a celebration of people, Your earth is chained to dead customs.”

“My America fosters the spirit of self-correction, Your America lies in the continuation of exploitation. My England lives in a willful drive for making amends, Your England lies in deliberate denial of historic mess. My Australia battles to assimilate those once wronged, Your Australia boasts proudly atrocious plunders as tradition. I wish I could tell you, you and I are the same, but we are not. My earth is a celebration of people, Your earth is chained to dead customs.”

“Blood and Blunder (The Sonnet) The world is filled with atrocious holidays, Columbus Day, Australia Day and Thanksgiving. Holidays steeped in blood and blunder, are passed on proudly as occasion of merrymaking. Imagine celebrating 9/11 as a day of freedom, Yet colonizers do exactly that without shame. And these animal holidays are a thousand times more atrocious than the crash of nine eleven. Nine eleven is a ghastly stain upon history, there is no doubt or question about that. But what about the infinitely larger stains, inflicted, respected and celebrated by cowards! Human rights can never prevail till we dismantle every false celebration. Animals find honor in blood and blunder, We become human through course correction.”