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“Visvabiotic (The Sonnet) Human is bandaid to human burn, Human is ointment to human yearn. Human is morning to human mourn, Human is cure born of human churn. Human is Altair to human Vega, Human is aloe to human vera. Human is pilgrim to human mecca, Human, Poly-B to social septicemia. There is no fancy heaven, only a good fervent human. There is no book of god, only a brave godly person. Human is piety to prejudice barbaric. To all inhuman hate, Human Visvabiotic.”

“Final Human (The Sonnet) Only animal I'm afraid of is myself, When I'm scared, I lose control. I am the height of violence extreme, Kept tamed by conscience whole. I am the maker of all law and order, I decide what's right, what's wrong. I am a grenade waiting to go off, At the sight of humanity done wrong. To the helpless I'm humility incarnate, To the discriminated I'm love unbound. To all intolerance I am judgment day, To paranoid hate I'm piety paramount. If I don't bulldoze your castles of prejudice, Abhijit Vicdansaadet Naskar is not my name. Till the last ounce of hate is obliterated, The final human will emerge time and again.”

“World Domination (A Satirical Sonnet) White people's pain is pain, Everybody else's is just discomfort. That is why you peddle Hitler, As such a monster. You don't hate Hitler because, He wanted to dominate the world, You hate Hitler because he wanted, To dominate everybody, including the whites. The world is but heirloom to the whites, All other claims are null and void! Loot like a pommy, rebel like an insurrectionist, Trod on whoever, just not the fellow white! World domination is the ultimate white privilege. Threat to white welfare is the ultimate human rights infringement.”

“New Civil War Has Begun, Sonnet (Letter to Bigots) One by one every nation is regressing back to the cavemen days. Persecution is becoming national norm, that too, by means of democratic ways. What's the point of having a democracy, if in the end, you elect bigoted autocrats! Which only points to an uncomfortable truth, world population is still dominated by bigots. Whole world is headed back to the dark ages, unlike last time, this time it's people's will. Bigots pretend human, but bigots elect bigots - once an ape, always an ape, thus blooms a jungle. You cannot expect me to respect your opinion, when your opinion is founded in discrimination. Intolerance is not a difference in opinion, any more than hate crime is a right to freedom. You can have your little victories, for I know, it's difficult to outgrow your jungle basement. But this I promise you, I'll ignite your children into a sanctifying thunder of emancipation.”

“The I-less Continuum (Sonnet 2456) When a 3 pound brain drops on a bigot in its complete vastness, bigotry don't just blush, it's blasted to ashes. When a 10 ounce heart drops on a racist in its complete wholeness, the very idea of race is blown out of existence. Neurons are the prophets of reality, consciousness is the scripture. I don't see the turn of the universe, I cause the universe to turn. Beyond culture, religion and nation, there's my homeland called human - beyond faith, intellect, reason and ritual, existence blooms in I-less continuum.”

“12 Days of Christmas (Sonnet 1900) On the first day of Christmas my ode to thee, promise of messy love only sweetens by indignity. On the second day of Christmas my ode to thee, pocketful of moments become memories through amity. On the third day of Christmas my ode to thee, Christ ain't a cult but a voice against animosity. On the fourth day of Christmas my ode to thee, each act of hate is the same old crucifixion frenzy. On the fifth day of Christmas my ode to thee, intolerance is the desecration of sanctity. On the sixth day of Christmas my ode to thee, reason doesn't ruin, but enhances divinity. On the seventh day of Christmas my ode to thee, true miracle unfolds in everyday acts of empathy. On the eighth day of Christmas my ode to thee, save sermon on the mount all else is triviality. On the ninth day of Christmas my ode to thee, faith ought to enhance not degrade humanity. On the tenth day of Christmas my ode to thee, every stream reflects the same aspiring piety. On the eleventh day of Christmas my call to thee, every heart is a living church, from river to the sea. On the twelfth day of Christmas I entrust to thee, season of love and peace transcends ethnicity.”

“Homing Pigeon (Sonnet 2311) I'm a homing pigeon, and I'm homing in on integration - and since there is no such thing, I'm building my homeworld person by person. I'll never force you to be inclusive, if you do harm, I'll restrain you, but I'll never resort to weapons - moreover, I'll never kill for inclusion, I'll simply beg, on my knees, I'll beg till I drop dead - because I have nothing to lose, no reputation, no image, no class - either love outlasts hate or extinction outruns evolution.”

“Light Impossible (The Sonnet) A candle knows only to give light, Despite being surrounded by darkness. Darkness cannot affect the candle's light, A candle cannot be coerced into heartlessness. The struggle for light has never been easy, If it were, light would be but a cigarette-butt. Light is priceless, hence the struggle is eternal, To be light is to be alive, even amidst the dark. To be light is to see light, this is the law, To be good is to see good, this is the way. One whose hands are guided by love and light, Even amidst ominous storms never goes astray. Love for the world causes light impossible. For love for the people is love untameable.”

“Reclaim The Planet (The Sonnet) Monsters spread their tentacles, Because the masters are asleep. Puny hyenas rule the world, When the tigers are asleep. Enough with pleading, to hell with decency! Monsters only understand the language of roar. When the predator comes to feast on your family, Will you happily make way for them to pleasure more? Doesn't the thought boil your blood – good, it should! It means that your backbone is still alive. Now turn all your attention on your every pore, Feel through your veins the surge of might. No more pleading, no more begging to be treated as humans! It's time for the humans to reclaim the planet from the inhumans!”

“Amantes Assemble Sonnet 99 Rise, revolt and roar out loud, No more pleading in front of prejudice! Breathe, burn and brave out loud, No more bearing in front of malice! Dream, dare and dance out loud, No more dangling as docile doormat! Heave, hold and help out loud, No more retreat in front of cold updraught! Fall, fix and forge out loud, No more settling as the forgotten figures! Grow, glow, and break out loud, No more groveling at the feet of bloodsuckers! Only antidote to oppression is civilian unsubmission. When the children go astray, it’s time for parental intervention.”

“The less you look and sound like a 1950s sitcom dad, the more likely it is that you'll find yourself where I did—having your life torn apart by neo-Nazis.”

“Civil Discourse (The Sonnet) Be a friend to the just, But a parent to the unjust. There is no place for hate, Restrain the hater, but do not hurt. The paradigm of revolution needs reform, We must make it grow out of cruelty, For cruelty is not the cure for cruelty, We must treat it with the light of sanity. It is a sad state of affairs when, Violence becomes a part of civil discourse. How can we possibly call ourselves civilized, If mere disagreement breaks out into violent uproars! So I repeat, cruelty is not the answer to cruelty. Work to destroy hate without destroying the human spirit.”

“Into The Eyes of Racism (A Sonnet) I looked into the eyes of racism, All I found was insecurity. I looked into the eyes of prejudice, All I found was pretend sanity. I looked into the eyes of bigotry, All I found was savage inanity. I looked into the eyes of hate, All I found was delusion of purity. I looked into the eyes of disparity, All I found was mindless conformity. I looked into the eyes of apathy, All I found was spineless vanity. I looked a lot and observed plenty, It's time to burn bright against brutality.”

“Once a man came up to me on the street and asked furiously, 'you keep shouting about religious harmony - what is your own religion?' I smiled and said, 'if you are catholic, think of me as a muslim and hit me - if you are a muslim, think of me as a kafir and hit me - if you are an atheist, think of me as a believer and hit me - because my friend - to love in exchange of hate, is my religion.”