Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "broken-heart"
Honor He Wrote Sonnet 19
From error to error, we’ll correct our errors.
From failure to failure, we shall rise high.
From despair to despair, our fears disappear.
From scar to scar, our heart learns to fly.
From one jinx to another, we become destiny.
From darkness to darkness, we become light.
One wound to another, we become the cure.
From one loss to another, we understand life.
Dust bite after dust bite, all dust become ointment.
One lost road after another, we draw a new map.
Teardrops upon teardrops, all tears turn elixir.
One screw-up after another, we learn to grow up.
One heartbreak to another, we become the healer.
Bearing crisis upon crisis, we shall rise as creator.
From failure to failure, we shall rise high.
From despair to despair, our fears disappear.
From scar to scar, our heart learns to fly.
From one jinx to another, we become destiny.
From darkness to darkness, we become light.
One wound to another, we become the cure.
From one loss to another, we understand life.
Dust bite after dust bite, all dust become ointment.
One lost road after another, we draw a new map.
Teardrops upon teardrops, all tears turn elixir.
One screw-up after another, we learn to grow up.
One heartbreak to another, we become the healer.
Bearing crisis upon crisis, we shall rise as creator.
Best of poetry is an act of selfless care | Yarasitan
It takes a lot of heart to build trust,
Even more to keep the trust.
But what if both hearts are in pieces,
How will they ever overcome their past!
The answer is really quite simple, and yet,
It is the last revelation to be crystal clear.
Seek not for perfection but for the being,
Broken in heart but intact in character.
The road to joy is paved with broken hearts,
Broken heart is something to cherish not mourn.
Heart not broken is a heart devoid of life,
That’s how the pieces of two fit together as one.
Poet has no power over the muse,
It’s the muse who powers the poet.
Best of poetry is an act of selfless care,
As the poet pens the pain through hopelessness.
Even more to keep the trust.
But what if both hearts are in pieces,
How will they ever overcome their past!
The answer is really quite simple, and yet,
It is the last revelation to be crystal clear.
Seek not for perfection but for the being,
Broken in heart but intact in character.
The road to joy is paved with broken hearts,
Broken heart is something to cherish not mourn.
Heart not broken is a heart devoid of life,
That’s how the pieces of two fit together as one.
Poet has no power over the muse,
It’s the muse who powers the poet.
Best of poetry is an act of selfless care,
As the poet pens the pain through hopelessness.
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.
Divergent Dynamite (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | The Divine Refugee
You only know my infinite radiance,
you got no clue to my innate hurricane.
Day in and day out I struggle autistic,
Genius is outcome of a mind broken.
There are cracks across my heart,
nothing can bar the pouring rays.
Light is but suffering harnessed,
Genius is brokenness harnessed.
There is no end to my exuberance,
limits of typicals don't apply to me.
I am but an enigma of unbending tenacity,
every breath is testament to impossibility.
Divergence is nature's way to expansion.
Divergent dynamite I, am living evolution.
you got no clue to my innate hurricane.
Day in and day out I struggle autistic,
Genius is outcome of a mind broken.
There are cracks across my heart,
nothing can bar the pouring rays.
Light is but suffering harnessed,
Genius is brokenness harnessed.
There is no end to my exuberance,
limits of typicals don't apply to me.
I am but an enigma of unbending tenacity,
every breath is testament to impossibility.
Divergence is nature's way to expansion.
Divergent dynamite I, am living evolution.
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.
