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“I am the wind, I just want to flow amongst the people without any barrier. I have no desire to prove the supremacy of facts where there's no need. Some days you may find me in the church taking part in the choir and singing out loud praising my humanitarian predecessor most enthusiastically. Other days, you may find me talking shop with a bunch of atheist scientists. I am in everybody, everybody is in me.”

“A civilized world will grow out of our own heart, once we realize, there's no greater truth than the one of the heart - the heart which is neither black, nor white, the heart which is neither man, nor woman, nor non-binary, the heart which is neither wise nor foolish, the heart which is neither rich nor poor - the heart which is ever-free, ever-boundless.”

“Close your eyes and you'll witness the world beyond worlds - close your ears and you'll hear the voice beyond words - close your senses and you'll experience the realization beyond realizations. In this realization there is neither birth nor death, neither beginning nor end, neither self nor other - in this realization, all is one, one is all. In this realization my heart is yours, your heart is mine - in this realization, you are me, I am you.”

“Even in death I can't rest in peace - discriminations and disparities of the world keep bringing me back to life and I'll continue to rise till assimilation becomes the first nature of humankind - who am I you ask - I am the imperishable force of oneness.”

“I wear the same casual outfit everywhere, pair of jeans with a shirt or tshirt - people wear fancy clothes either to look and feel good, or impress others, I have no need for either, so I walk like beggar. Vanity and validation are for the small of mind, Himalayan Human has no need for cosmetic adornment. The Sun is beyond the realms of humility and hubris, I'm neither humble nor hubrous, just burning with mission.”

“The Beggar King (Sonnet 2314) I wear the same casual outfit everywhere, pair of jeans with a shirt or tshirt - people wear fancy clothes either to look and feel good, or impress others, I have no need for either, so I walk like beggar. Vanity and validation are for the small of mind, Himalayan Human has no need for cosmetic adornment. The Sun is beyond the realms of humility and hubris, I'm neither humble nor hubrous, just burning with mission. I wear my backbone as battery, brain is my currency, heart is my bedrock, character is my legacy. I see neither man nor woman, I only see human; I see neither rich nor poor, I only see behavior. Savages are known by aristocratic opulence, Sapiens is known by vagrant virtue-n-valiance.”

“Amor Armada (The Sonnet) I don't do drugs, languages are my LSD. Half-lovers crave escape, I crave absolute unity. Music is my MDMA, Cultures, my cocaine. Languages are my LSD, People are my heaven. Those drunk on love, language and culture, need no artificial stimulant. Only the half-lovers and the half-dead, chase booze, drugs and institutions. I'm drunk with the spirit of sacrifice, You can keep your puny bottled charisma. In a world of broken glass and cigarette buds, I am Amor Armada.”

“I don't do anything for reward, I do everything as a record, a record of conviction - a record of resilience - a record of thunder - a record of sentience. My life is a repository of what is possible if you put your petty tribalisms aside. I leave this repository in your capable hands - draw from it as you will - put it to use as you deem fit.”

“I don't do anything for reward, I do everything as a record, a record of conviction - a record of resilience - a record of thunder - a record of sentience.”

“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.”

“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.”

“All humans are my sisters and brothers. My life is meaningful only if the people of earth can find meaning for their own life in it. I have no side - I have no sect - I have no exclusive belief - for I am universal, I am omnipresent, I am omnipotent. Wherever there is a human who works through failures, there lives a Naskar - wherever there is a human who lends a caring hand to those in distress, there lives a Naskar. But it’s irrelevant whether I am called Naskar or Christ or Buddha or Shankara or Shams or anything else - what matters is that the force behind these names is one and the same - it's the force of love - it's the force of service - it's the force of sacrifice.”

“God Eyes (Sonnet) Perception is not a measure of reality, perception is a measure of distance - from afar the sun is a dot, from farther the milkyway is a dot, from farther still the universe is a dot. Likewise, from afar God is an entity, from up close, God is a state of mind, get closer still, and you are God. Perception is like an oscillator circuit, alter the value of the resistor or capacitor, and you change the oscillation. Likewise, truth changes based on the resistance, ie. ignorance, and capacitance, ie. awareness, of your vantage point.”

“Art of Linguistics (Sonnet 1223) No language speaks of freedom better than spanish, No language speaks of love better than turkish, No language speaks of oneness better than sanskrit, No language interprets better than our good ol' english. No language speaks to computers better than code, No language speaks of matter better than physics. No language speaks of mind better than neurology, No language speaks pattern better than mathematics. No language speaks of thought better than philosophy, No language speaks of emotion better than poetry. No language speaks of justice better than sociology, No language speaks of behavior better than psychology. Purpose of language is communication not argumentation, If it doesn't bridge the cliffs it all brings but extinction.”

“The Naskar Code (Sonnet) 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.”

“Naskaristana 2789 I arrived with a clever brain, walked among clever apes, studied history written by winners, so I could earn some ape respect. Then I got weary of all the hypocrisy, idolizing morons as savior of humanity, mistaking the lens for the landscape, confusing privilege as social sanity - frustrated I plunged into fire, brain, vanity, esteem, the lot, all reputation burnt to ashes, what remain is unflinching humanity.”

“Go Burn My Verses (Sonnet 2636) Burn the verses, I'll write fiction - burn the fiction, I'll write music - burn the music, I'll adopt a new language - burn the language, I'll pick up paintbrush - burn the paintbrush, I'll grab a soldering iron. Take away one medium, I'll adopt a new one, apes don't have the braincells to sabotage my mission. The only unstoppable organism in the universe, is the mind that embraces evolution over limitation. You keep asking, how do I write so immense - I keep asking, where's the off switch for this! Every time I decide to take a breather, ideas start pouring, so I keep typing restless. You're welcome to burn all my verses, still you cannot dampen the spark of oneness. Today I'm Naskar, tomorrow another - truth will find a postman, across time and space.”