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The Divine Refugee

Book by Abhijit Naskar · 9 quotes · Humanist, Social Justice, Fundamentalism

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“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.”

“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.”

“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.”