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Amantes Assemble Sonnet 56
Don’t look for someone you can talk sense with,
Find someone with whom you can talk nonsense.
Call it friendship, call it love, call it whatever,
Role of a companion isn’t sensibility but acceptance.
That’s why I walk around in shabby clothes,
That’s how I get to know about people’s true nature.
Everybody likes to butter up those in suits,
Those who smile at the people with nothing,
are the ones with real substance of character.
If you wanna find out who your enemies are,
Walk fancy and wait for the butter to pour in.
If you wanna find out the humans amongst the leeches,
Walk like a vagabond with your shirt not tucked in.
Be cautious of those who applaud your accomplishment.
And never lose those who walk by you in hopelessness.
Find someone with whom you can talk nonsense.
Call it friendship, call it love, call it whatever,
Role of a companion isn’t sensibility but acceptance.
That’s why I walk around in shabby clothes,
That’s how I get to know about people’s true nature.
Everybody likes to butter up those in suits,
Those who smile at the people with nothing,
are the ones with real substance of character.
If you wanna find out who your enemies are,
Walk fancy and wait for the butter to pour in.
If you wanna find out the humans amongst the leeches,
Walk like a vagabond with your shirt not tucked in.
Be cautious of those who applaud your accomplishment.
And never lose those who walk by you in hopelessness.
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.
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.
