Quotessence
Home / Topics / Social Reformer Quotes

Social Reformer Quotes

Browse 181 quotes about Social Reformer.

Social Reformer Quotes

“Confessions (Sonnet 1034) Naskar is invincible, Got no a fear in the world. Abi is often crippled by fear, Pushing through with a panicky heart. Naskar is a pillar of strength, Beyond all dilemmas and insecurity. Abi is just an ordinary creature, Often trapped in bottomless ominosity. Every time that Abi hits a new low, Naskar ends up flying to new heights. Naskar is such a shining beacon, Because of Abi who burns all night. Behind every extraordinary Naskar, there is a clumsy, ordinary Abi. You only see the light of the sun, not its combustion agony.”

“I'm A Mad Monk (Sonnet 2702) I'm a mad monk, I won't return to paradise - the world is a giant headache, yet my suffering is my cure. I'm exhausted, I want to sleep, but I'm afraid, if I fall asleep, I might not wake up - so I toil, till the soil is human. Soy un monje loco, no volveré al paraíso - o la tierra es de todos, o ilegales todos somos. The world ain't mine, the world ain't yours - either earth belongs to all, or we are all illegal.”

“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.”

“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.”

“The world needs something from you, my friend. It needs the heart that is deep as the ocean and infinite as the outer-space. Can you provide that my friend! Can you make your will so large and your conscience so sharp that in front of which, a thousand Everests and a thousand Kilimanjaros would bow!”

“Sonnet Krantistani To hell with fear, To hell with insecurity! Stand up with conviction, To hell with serenity! Enough with pretend revolution, Enough with jungly aum shanti! For once in your life grow up o soldier, Breaking all biases become krantistani. Your footsteps will strike terror in terrorists, Your voice will give chills to the divisionists. Turn your existence into a beacon of help, Possess this world with acts of love and uplift. Killing terrorists and tyrants don't end inhumanity. Oust them all, then irrigate the soil with solidarity. (Krantistani: Citizen of Revolution, Aum Shanti: Archaic Peace Chant)”

“Mental Por El Mundo (The Sonnet) Mental por el mundo, Mental por la gente! Sin mentalidad de servicio, No podemos seguir adelante. Some are mental por dinero, Some are loco por la ropa. Let them be as they please, Estoy loco por la humanidad. A promise was once made, He asked me to unify the world. Ever since, I have been on duty, My life isn't mine but of the world. If I fail, you cross off one human. If I succeed, you witness civilization.”

“Honor He Wrote Sonnet 57 Dreams that we witness in sleep, ain't no dream, Real dream is the one that doesn't let us sleep. Only when mindful martyrs work without blink, Rest of the world has a peaceful sleep. I have been sleepless ever since I came of age, Such is the madness of the dream of assimilation. The thought of rest rarely enters my mind, No matter how much the climb causes desolation. No dream comes to fruition without restless nights, No sun ever rises without first crossing darkness. No mortal ever turns immortal without self-sacrifice, No world is ever beautified without martyr's madness. Enough with the snobbish nonsense of dream analyzing! All know sleepwalking, now let ‘em witness dreamwalking!”

“Each being the precedent to another, each being the residence to another, we shall build the universal residence of love and light for everybody - where nobody will be alien, nobody will be destitute, where nobody will be persecuted, nobody will have reason to be rude.”

“World is My Family (The Sonnet) Family is the world to everybody, But to me the world is my family. In the life of a true human, Raising a wall is but blasphemy. If the world is Juliet, I'm her Romeo, If the world is Romeo, I'm his Juliet. Amidst the storms of hate and hurt, I am but an anchor of love and lenience. I'll hide the world in my heart if necessary, To provide sanctuary is the heart's purpose. The struggle of this human will continue, Till all drives of hate are memories of the past. So I say again, my world is my responsibility. Beware my dear bigots, I'm injurious to inhumanity!”

“States rise, states fall, but cultures are everlasting. Isms arrive, isms wither, but human spirit is evergreen. You don't have to support the state to love the culture. You may be deemed enemy of the state, and still be a hero of the culture.”

“Naskar and Abi (The Sonnet) Ask me about the strangest secrets of human behavior, I would ramble on and on without stopping for hours. But try to make small talk with me as a cold stranger, And I would struggle to put a single thought in words. Only force that breaks my autistic barrier is attachment, I only remember of one person with whom I could be me. When she left I let the God complex blow at full throttle, So that Naskar survives even if nobody gets to see Abi. Perhaps that is why without even knowing I invented Abi, So that the real Abi finds expression, at least in fiction. Thus, if and when the strain gets too heavy I could escape, The vastness of Naskar, without escaping the conviction. There is no rock of ages without some everyday weakness. It is the weakness that keeps us grounded as sapiens.”

“My method is atheism. I find the atheistic outlook provides a favourable background for cosmopolitan practices. Acceptance of atheism at once pulls down caste and religious barriers between man and man. There is no longer a Hindu, a Muslim or a Christian. All are human beings. Further, the atheistic outlook puts man on his legs. There is neither divine will nor fate to control his actions. The release of free will awakens Harijans [lowest caste] and the depressed classes from the stupor of inferiority into which they were pressed all these ages when they were made to believe that they were fated to be untouchables. So I find the atheistic outlook helpful for my work [helping people]. After all it is man that created god to make society moral and to silence restless inquisitiveness about the how and why of natural phenomena. Of course god was useful though a falsehood. But like all falsehoods, belief in god also gave rise to many evils in course of time and today it is not only useless but harmful to human progress. So I take to the propagation of atheism as an aid to my work. The results justify my choice.”

“Giants in Jeans Sonnet 22 If the world is messed up, We may not be the cause of it. But if we die leaving it the same, We are nothing but bags of wind. Society wasn't built on equity, Nor was it built on principles of justice. All was founded on exploitation of the lowly, And some modern apes still can't get over it. Till today the rich talk about equality, While flying in their private jets. Things get even more hypocritical and wacky, When they talk about climate change. However, we can still make this world better, We just have to actually start living simpler.”

“People Over Path (The Sonnet) Celebrities defend vanity, Intellectuals defend intellect, Preachers defend scriptures, Scientists defend factual evidence. I found plenty of human professions, But in none of them I found a human. All are obsessed to defend their path, Yet all paths are dead without a human. No matter who we are or what we are, Above all else our identity is humanness. If this simple fact is still not clear enough, All vanity, intellect, texts and science are baseless. Before defending a puny path, let us take a human peek. If we must defend, let us defend the helpless and weak.”

“The Himalayan Sonneteer Anybody can be extraordinary, If they are born into privilege. But only the ones with no background, Can exude the impossible radiance. Some lights are far too bright, For an amateur species to see. Just like we can't hear above 20 kHz, Humanity fails to fathom impossibility. That's why they idolize artificial lights, Because the sun is beyond comprehension. If they ever stare straight at the sun, They'll go blind for sure, there is no question. So they celebrate little hills with skin-deep charisma, While it takes the world centuries to fathom the Himalayas.”

“If the bible comes and peddles phobia, I'll burn such bible to ashes. If the koran comes and peddles violence, I'll tear up such koran to pieces. If the vedas come and peddle superstition, I'll crush such filth to pulp with my foot. If the constitution comes and peddles war, As concerned parent I'll grab their makers, And spank out all their dormant good. Even if some two-bit God comes, And peddles division, I'll divide him so many times, Even to his apostles, He'll bear no recognition. And a little word of advise to those, Priming their guns, swords and tridents. When a volcano erupts, Insects are supposed to run, Not hide behind bows, arrows and bibles. Brain is mightier than bullets, Heart is mightier than the homunculus. When a 3 pound brain falls on bigoted bugs, There is no running, only burning to cinders.”

“Keyboard of Revolution (The Sonnet) I wrote most of my works, On broken down laptops. Perhaps that's why they work well, With this broken down world. I don't write to butter the assheads of pomposity, My duty is to till the soil of grassroots reform. That's why I feel at home creating on humble machines, The very thought of fancy devices makes my stomach turn. I once said to you, ripped jeans and twenty dollar shirt, That's how we change the world, how we build the world. Often a fancy exterior is indicative of a rotten interior, It's a simple life that facilitates a magnificent world. I don't need thousand dollar machines to cause ascension. 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.”

“Honor He Wrote Sonnet 100 All meditate on symbols, I meditate on people. Most worship fictitious deities, I worship those branded unliftable. People are my almighty, Oneness is my religion, Division is degradation, Unification is illumination. All is possible for a human who's responsible, Only the indifferent make excuses. Possibility is born of responsibility, Not of whining, praying and limbless wishes. Real and unreal, put all these talk aside. Let us be civilization, let us be lifelight.”