Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "lover"
To Seduce You With Looks (The Sonnet)
I haven't come to seduce you with looks,
I have come to overwhelm you with love.
I haven't come to break your door by force,
I’ve come to charm it open with my mind’s touch.
I haven't come to bring you worldly riches,
But to offer you the garland of my heart.
I haven't come to usher you with complements,
I’ve come to celebrate you, tearing myself apart.
I haven't come to count the benefits of bond,
I’ve come to make you lose count of your wounds.
I haven't come to feel butterflies in my stomach,
But to fight the world, helping you break all rules.
Let me burn to ashes time and time again,
So I may remove the shadows from your life's lane.
I have come to overwhelm you with love.
I haven't come to break your door by force,
I’ve come to charm it open with my mind’s touch.
I haven't come to bring you worldly riches,
But to offer you the garland of my heart.
I haven't come to usher you with complements,
I’ve come to celebrate you, tearing myself apart.
I haven't come to count the benefits of bond,
I’ve come to make you lose count of your wounds.
I haven't come to feel butterflies in my stomach,
But to fight the world, helping you break all rules.
Let me burn to ashes time and time again,
So I may remove the shadows from your life's lane.
Published on November 12, 2021 15:00
•
Tags:
beauty, character, humanist-poem, humanist-poetry, humanitarian, humanity, inner-beauty, love-poem, love-poems, lover, relationship, romance, romantic, sacrifice, selfless-love, selfless-service, service-of-humanity, sonnet, sufi-poetry, unconditional-love
When I Found Thee (The Sonnet) | Woman Over World
When I found thee,
40 inch chest turned 50.
When I found thee,
A savage mind realized humanity.
When I found thee,
A poor vagabond became a beacon.
When I found thee,
A cowardly heart became a lion.
Every cunning tradesman says,
The trade of love is sheer torment.
I say, better love and be hurt,
For wounds of love are a lover's ornament.
You appeared, and I found hope in every corner.
Even amidst all hell I saw paradise appear.
40 inch chest turned 50.
When I found thee,
A savage mind realized humanity.
When I found thee,
A poor vagabond became a beacon.
When I found thee,
A cowardly heart became a lion.
Every cunning tradesman says,
The trade of love is sheer torment.
I say, better love and be hurt,
For wounds of love are a lover's ornament.
You appeared, and I found hope in every corner.
Even amidst all hell I saw paradise appear.
Published on April 21, 2022 14:34
•
Tags:
crazy-in-love, falling-in-love, hopeless-romantic, love-at-first-sight, love-poems-poetry-romance, love-sonnet, love-story, lover, lovers, one-true-love, relationship, romance-novel, romantic-poetry, selfless-love, unconditional-love
Love is the bane (The Sonnet) | Armor of The World
Love is the boon,
Love is the bane.
Love is relief,
Love is the pain.
From love will come your troubles,
From love will rise your answer.
You’ll fail in love, you’ll fly in love,
In love’s insanity your sight will clear.
Love is torture,
Love is disaster.
Love exposes the counterfeits,
While it purifies the lover.
In a world run by calculating coldness,
be the anomaly of love insensible.
Cure for this anemic world, is your love impossible.
Love is the bane.
Love is relief,
Love is the pain.
From love will come your troubles,
From love will rise your answer.
You’ll fail in love, you’ll fly in love,
In love’s insanity your sight will clear.
Love is torture,
Love is disaster.
Love exposes the counterfeits,
While it purifies the lover.
In a world run by calculating coldness,
be the anomaly of love insensible.
Cure for this anemic world, is your love impossible.
Published on March 03, 2023 07:38
•
Tags:
broken-heart, divine-love, heartbreak, hopeless-romantic, love-poem, love-quotes-and-sayings, lover, relationship, selfless-love, sufi-poet, sufi-poetry, unconditional-love
Manhood Diaries (The Sonnet) | Kanima Akiyor Kainat
Onun için cennet ol, cehennem değil.
Vicdanlı bir adam ol, hayvan değil.
Sé una bendición para ella, no una maldición.
Onun yaralarına ilacı ol, tuz değil.
Be her paradise, not prison.
Be her man, not master.
Be a miracle to her maladies.
Be her crown, not custard.
There is no alpha male and beta male,
There is only man and baboon.
Decency defines a man’s character,
Not the virility of his heirloom.
Partner on the streets,
Slave between the sheets,
That’s what a real man is.
Undaunted in danger,
Uncompromising in calamity,
That’s what a real human is.
Vicdanlı bir adam ol, hayvan değil.
Sé una bendición para ella, no una maldición.
Onun yaralarına ilacı ol, tuz değil.
Be her paradise, not prison.
Be her man, not master.
Be a miracle to her maladies.
Be her crown, not custard.
There is no alpha male and beta male,
There is only man and baboon.
Decency defines a man’s character,
Not the virility of his heirloom.
Partner on the streets,
Slave between the sheets,
That’s what a real man is.
Undaunted in danger,
Uncompromising in calamity,
That’s what a real human is.
Published on May 22, 2023 16:03
•
Tags:
alpha-male, aşk-şiiri, bilingual-poem, boyfriend, consent, couples-dynamic, domestic-violence, erotic-romance, gentleman, humanist-poet, husband, husband-wife, ideal-man, ideal-partner, love-making, love-poem, love-poetry, lover, madly-in-love, making-love, manhood, manliness, masculine-leadership, masculinity, misogyny, perfect-boyfriend, perfect-husband, polyglot-poetry, real-man, real-men, relationship, romantic, selfless-love, sex, sufi-poet, tasavvuf-sözleri, te-amor, toxic-masculinity, turkish-poetry, unconditional-love
In love there is no controlling each other. | Abhijit Naskar | Visvavatan: 100 Demilitarization Sonnets
In love there is no controlling each other. Because, in love there is no each, there is no other, it’s all one organic existence, ever vigilant of combined nourishment – ever responsible for combined growth – ever aware of combined welfare. Desire for control is born of separation – where there is no separation, there is no need for control.
Published on February 09, 2024 08:13
•
Tags:
divine-love, humanist, humanist-poet, humanitarian, humanitarian-poet, love, lover, oneness, partner, relationship, selfless-love, sufi, sufi-poet, turkish-poet, unconditional-love
Vulnerable Love (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar
Choose me if you feel something,
not because it’s convenient or glorious.
I have neither the interest nor the strength,
to go out again and look for someone else.
If you choose me, you are stuck with me,
through thick and thin, through everything.
It won’t always be clear and sunny,
sometimes it’ll be blue, sometimes boring.
True love is not something you find,
True love is something you nurture together.
Once you rediscover yourself in someone,
Never turn your back, come hell or high water!
Any ape can find escape in romance novels,
It takes a human to be the living pillar of love.
While every robot seeks emotional maturity,
Be the human who cherishes vulnerable love.
not because it’s convenient or glorious.
I have neither the interest nor the strength,
to go out again and look for someone else.
If you choose me, you are stuck with me,
through thick and thin, through everything.
It won’t always be clear and sunny,
sometimes it’ll be blue, sometimes boring.
True love is not something you find,
True love is something you nurture together.
Once you rediscover yourself in someone,
Never turn your back, come hell or high water!
Any ape can find escape in romance novels,
It takes a human to be the living pillar of love.
While every robot seeks emotional maturity,
Be the human who cherishes vulnerable love.
Published on February 10, 2024 10:13
•
Tags:
commitment-issues, dating, divine-love, emotional-maturity, emotional-stability, falling-in-love, happily-ever-after, hopeless-romantic, love, love-poem, love-poetry, love-quotes, lover, marriage, one-true-love, relationship, selfless-love, sufi-love-poem, sufi-poet, true-love, vulnerability, vulnerable, wedding, wedding-vows
Honor and Love (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Dervis Vadisi: 100 Promissory Sonnets
I don’t care for one time fling,
Got no hankering for casual coitus.
I am a human, not baboon set free,
I don’t consent to rampant desires.
When I fall I fall mind and body,
Body plays a little, more the mind.
I’m attracted to face, not figure,
Finally by mind the deal is signed.
If the mind doesn’t come through,
a cute face doesn’t sustain nothing.
Heart anemic makes the world anemic,
getting drunkly sick on perverted fling.
In a world of cheats and perves,
Be the proof of honor and love.
In the wild of sharks and wolves,
Be the gentle elephant, be a dove.
Got no hankering for casual coitus.
I am a human, not baboon set free,
I don’t consent to rampant desires.
When I fall I fall mind and body,
Body plays a little, more the mind.
I’m attracted to face, not figure,
Finally by mind the deal is signed.
If the mind doesn’t come through,
a cute face doesn’t sustain nothing.
Heart anemic makes the world anemic,
getting drunkly sick on perverted fling.
In a world of cheats and perves,
Be the proof of honor and love.
In the wild of sharks and wolves,
Be the gentle elephant, be a dove.
Published on April 30, 2024 13:05
•
Tags:
cheat, cheating, divine-love, inner-beauty, love, love-poem, lover, marriage, one-night-stand, pervert, relationship, romance, romantic, romanticpoetry, selfless-love, sex, sufi-love-poetry
Love, Sex & Drugs (The Sonnet)
Stoneage immorality
was bedlock out of wedlock,
civilized immorality
is bedlock out of lovelock.
Who you sleep with is your business,
but to sleep without love isn’t gallantry.
It may be accepted as adolescent folly,
part of growing up is to surpass frivolity.
Mindless sex and drugs are for the animals,
humans have no business with such nonsense.
It’s one thing to indulge once in a while,
another to take it as life’s daring object.
Opposite of puritanism isn’t perversion,
any animal knows how to fill a hole.
Intimacy doesn’t mean baring your body,
intimacy means baring your soul.
was bedlock out of wedlock,
civilized immorality
is bedlock out of lovelock.
Who you sleep with is your business,
but to sleep without love isn’t gallantry.
It may be accepted as adolescent folly,
part of growing up is to surpass frivolity.
Mindless sex and drugs are for the animals,
humans have no business with such nonsense.
It’s one thing to indulge once in a while,
another to take it as life’s daring object.
Opposite of puritanism isn’t perversion,
any animal knows how to fill a hole.
Intimacy doesn’t mean baring your body,
intimacy means baring your soul.
Published on November 23, 2024 02:10
•
Tags:
addicted, addiction, aroused, couple, couple-goals, crazy-in-love, divine-love, erotic, erotica, eroticism, horny, i-love-you, intercourse, intimacy, intimate, love-making, love-you, lover, make-love, marriage, married, partner, pervert, promiscuity, relationship, romance, sex, sexual, sexuality, wedlock
Nazmahal, Sonnet (Palace of Grace) | Abhijit Naskar | When The World Cries Blood

Love is nothing to be ashamed of,
if there is no filth in your heart.
If your heart is pure and chaste,
you have no reason to be shy or scared.
Shame and fear are mark of filth,
heart without blemish is icon of honor.
Basic flaws are part of everyday life,
but perversion isn’t a flaw, it’s dishonor.
I’ve never looked at a person with
filth, unless permitted otherwise.
It’s consent and context that
distinguish fondness from filth.
Lovers ablaze are resident of Nazmahal*,
perverts have no place in *palace-of-grace.
Honor is in the eye of the beholder,
without which all mind is disgrace.
Published on December 21, 2024 05:53
•
Tags:
consensual, consent, dirty-mind, divine-love, honor, honorable, hopeless-romantic, in-love, life-lessons, love, love-poem, love-poetry, lover, pervert, pure-heart, relationship, romance, romantic, true-love
Nazmahal 2, Sonnet of Lost Love | Abhijit Naskar | Azad Earth Army: When The World Cries Blood

You know who the biggest enemy
of the lover is? It’s the behaviorist.
The behaviorist warns, but the lover
wants to believe – the behaviorist
restrains, but the lover wants to fall.
So far, every time the behaviorist
has had the final word – I told you so –
yet the lover never learns the lesson.
Still at the faintest possibility of love,
lover jumps in, lock, stock and barrel.
Love misplaced is not love wasted,
Love misplaced is heart sweetened.
Trust misplaced is not trust lost,
Trust misplaced is humanity tested.
Every good deed is a test of heart,
Every act of love is existence tried.
It’s okay to be disappointed in deception,
but never let it turn your ideals into a lie.
Published on December 27, 2024 05:38
•
Tags:
break-up, breakup, broken-heart, divine-love-poem, heart-broken, heartbreak, hopeless-romantic, ideals, lost-cause, love-poem, love-poetry, lover, relationship, romantic, selfless-love, sufi, sufi-poet, unconditional-love


