Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "heart-broken"
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
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Why did my publishing output skyrocket around 2019? – Abhijit Naskar, Pain Fuels My Pen (Sonnet)
Put your conspiracy theories aside, I’ll tell you why.

Pain Fuels My Pen (Sonnet)
When I started writing, I had a partner,
I had plans to settle in Sofia with her.
But then I lost my link to the Balkans, when
she grew weary and took the hand of another.
I couldn’t write a single word for days,
but then, I let the god complex unleashed.
That’s about when my writing skyrocketed,
as the heartbreak jolted my brain
into a hyper-publishing engine.
I had all the time in the world,
and enough pain to fuel my pen.
Every time I got my heart broken,
it benefitted my mission.
First time someone broke my heart,
I dropped out of engineering
and emerged as the Monk Scientist.
Second time when I lost my love,
Planet Earth received the Poet Apocalypse.

Pain Fuels My Pen (Sonnet)
When I started writing, I had a partner,
I had plans to settle in Sofia with her.
But then I lost my link to the Balkans, when
she grew weary and took the hand of another.
I couldn’t write a single word for days,
but then, I let the god complex unleashed.
That’s about when my writing skyrocketed,
as the heartbreak jolted my brain
into a hyper-publishing engine.
I had all the time in the world,
and enough pain to fuel my pen.
Every time I got my heart broken,
it benefitted my mission.
First time someone broke my heart,
I dropped out of engineering
and emerged as the Monk Scientist.
Second time when I lost my love,
Planet Earth received the Poet Apocalypse.
Published on July 01, 2025 15:33
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