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Honor He Wrote: 100 Sonnets For Humans Not Vegetables

Book by Abhijit Naskar · 50 quotes · Book Of Poems, Brainy Quotes, Humanitarian

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“Freedom of Dress (The Sonnet) Freedom of dress is as important, As freedom of press, that's common sense. If we're still stuck with squabbles on clothes, When will we manifest character's radiance! What does it matter, what we wear, As long as we walk with our head held high! Anything that strengthens our backbone, Is worth the fight of a thousand lifetime. Clothes perish, so does the body in them, But a well-built character keeps on shining. Focus on conduct across all shallow exterior, Let burning dogs burn, you just keep dazzling. I repeat, heed not the honks of primeval puritans. Own your booty and trample all condemnation.”

“Sonnet of Short Dress There is no short dress, only short sight, No obscene outfit, only eyes of obscenity. The world is no man's family heirloom, That it should be cherished by the men only. Instead of restricting a girl's right to expression, Teach boys, short dress isn't a sign of consent. If women cannot walk around freely as men do, Better sentence all men to lifetime imprisonment. Let all girls hear it loud, wear what you like to wear, Walk around naked if that's what you really want. And when an animal makes unwanted advances, Activate your knee 'n crush their beloved balls to pulp. Girls don't need protecting, they ain't fragile showpiece. Let's just raise boys as decent humans, not entitled bullies.”

“Honor He Wrote Sonnet 73 Better a lion in sheep's skin, Than a sheep in lion's skin. Better a giant in a gentle vessel, Than germs in a fancy canteen. When not needed act mostly a sheep, But occasionally you gotta let the lion out. Be a disinfectant and sanitize the world, Not germs that make disease break out. All social sickness is caused by selfishness, And hypocrisy is what makes things worse. Wipe out all hypocrisy from your being's core, The world is a reflection of what's in our heart. I say again, lion on the inside, sheep on the out. When chihuahuas wreak havoc, let the dinosaur out.”

“Honor He Wrote Sonnet 47 Be the cactus, a proof of unsubmission, And blossom amidst the fiercest environment. In a world primed with the probability of hate, Be love impossible and lift all lost in lament. Aspire to expire for a cause uncausable, And your heart will shine with light untamable. When all go berserk for sect as bozos on booze, Be the sectless sapiens and stand indivisible. When all are possessed with the libido of liberty, Be the first one standing, responsible 'n righteous. In a world founded on unfounded assumptions, Be the first ink of understanding unpresumptuous. Blockheads and blockhearts have only blocked amity. It's time to unblock, unfold and undivide our psyche.”

“Honor He Wrote Sonnet 41 Don't worship your past, At the expense of your present. Don't glorify the future, At the expense of the present. Don't worship the dead, At the expense of the living. Don't admire the unborn, While overlooking the living. It's only by lifting the living that, We build a better world for all progeny. It's only by being kind to the living, That we truly honor our ancestry. Honor is earned not begged for. Honor the living, ‘n all time will be grateful.”

“Honor He Wrote Sonnet 20 The more you break me, the stronger I become. The more you hate me, the gentler I become. The more you mock me, the kinder I become. The more you alienate me, the braver I become. The more you betray me, the more I learn to trust. The more you disappoint me, the more I feel electrified. The more you take advantage, the more I learn to care. The more you backstab me, the more I am energized. The more you humiliate me, the more I gain humility. The more you laugh at me, the more I learn to smile. More you kick me around, more my spine is straightened. The more you drag me down, the higher I end up flying. Every bad behavior directed at me amplifies my power. The broken humans of the world make the greatest healer.”

“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!”

“Honor He Wrote Sonnet 33 There is no lord almighty, only human almighty, No magic and mysticism, only nature and oneness. There are no ten commandments, only one, Compassion has no religion, character has no race. There’s no law above life, life alone is the supreme law, And stagnant law does more harm than action illegal. There is no holy trinity, only humanity up on its toes, It is always the human mind playing the triangle. No more dogmas, no more doctrines and manifestos, Let us be forthright 'n just foster the spirit of affection. Once we learn to celebrate each other's existence, There won't be any need for artificial occasion. Awake, arise o dynamite, blow up all old paradigm. Don't fight it, or cuss it, just overwhelm it with your lifeline.”

“Honor He Wrote Sonnet 39 The more I write the more I realize, The inane limitations of language. Never be a stickler for terminology, It only impedes your humanness. If anything, try to set humanity free, From the bounds of words 'n speech. Let the world know who you are, But without being a linguistic leech. Behavior alone defines a person, Make behavior your background. Neither culture, nor geography, It's only in action that identity is found. Unfold your today beyond your yesterday, Or else, there'll be no tomorrow, only decay.”

“Honor He Wrote Sonnet 96 Only a few understand the language of intellect, Then most of them arrogantly boast and trod. But from the tallest mountain to tiniest grass, Everyone understands the language of love. I've practiced all faith 'n ideology for a brief period, And I accept all of them to be equally human. That is why everyone thinks of me as their very own, Everyone thinks, I am their own school’s person. I have no sect of my own, yet I am in every sect, I have no school of my own, yet I am in every school. One who loves, loves all no matter their label, And finds a reflection in all beings including the fool. There is no two, but only One that there ever is. All separation is the sign of a spirit selfish.”

“Difference & Discrimination (The Sonnet) There ain't no difference that can't be conquered, Except for those that are rooted in inhumanity. A bigot's emphasis on their supremacy over others, Is not a difference in opinion but clinical insanity. Nobody is inferior to nobody in this world of ours, Except for those who think of others as such. Neither ancestry nor luxury defines a character, Conduct alone defines character, above all fuss. Say, discrimination is not a difference in opinion, It's an act that sets animals apart from humans. Free speech is a phenomenon of human society, Hate speech is an act of stoneage barbarians. Let us distinguish differences from discrimination, Then celebrate differences while treating discrimination.”

“Honor He Wrote Sonnet 75 Let me hold your hand, Let me be your home. Here, take my heart, Heart to heart life is honed. There is no I, only Us, There is no Us, only I. Sounds confusing, right! Because Love is across all Us and I. In love all of me is you, In love all of you is me. In love it's all messed up, The sweetest mess we could ever be. So come, let's be messed up together. Perhaps then things might get a little clear.”

“Love Logic Intention (The Drunken Sonnet) Love that keeps you sober is no love, There is no soldier only drunken lover. A thousand dazzling Vegas turn bleak, When the soul shines with love's labor. For once, let go of all judgment my friend, Wipe out all cynicism from your core. Close your eyes and look with your heart, Either we are lovers or at death's door. Nutty logic makes nice machines, Nutty love makes a good society. Scars of love add definition to life, Tears of a lover are diamonds of divinity. Right world is the result of right intention. If you want light, burn, burn 'n burn again.”

“Today (The Sonnet) Today, we ain't no partisan poophead. Today, we are just plain human. Today, we ain't no intellectual ding-dong. Today, we are just plain human. Today, we ain't no ideological blockhead. Today, we are just plain human. Today, we ain't no religious hard case. Today, we are just plain human. Today, we ain't slaves to class 'n luxury. Today, we are just plain human. Today, we ain't no vermin after self-care. Today, we are just plain human. I know very well, that day is not today. So, let us start the work right this very day.”

“Honor He Wrote Sonnet 53 Better a marvelheaded idiot, Than a marbleheaded bigot. Better a self-proclaimed dope, Than an arrogant dilettante. Better a kindhearted commoner, Than a cockeyed intellectualist. Better an egalitarian infidel, Than a dogmatizing evangelist. All dogmas are born in the mind, So is the duster to wipe them. It is up to you what will you be, Vessel of dogma or the duster untamed! Convert none, help all, without imposition. Let uplift be the motive behind all conviction.”

“Honor He Wrote Sonnet 56 It's the citizens’ duty to make a nation nonpartisan, Government is meant to serve as powerless figurehead. All my hopes lie in the hands of accountable citizens, A good politician acts a citizen, not political dunderhead. So no more procrastination with the curation of society, No more playing hooky in the school of life and sanity. Be the politician that you seek in the sewers of state, Not by law but by an indefatigable accountability. Democracy means rule of the people, not sleep of people, Yet that's what it means to people 'n politicians alike. But shhh, nobody is supposed to admit any of it in public, For discretion is the better part of a society of sleeping mice. Let sleeping slime sleep, if you are human, take charge now. Dream with your eyes open and keep your democracy vow.”

“Honor He Wrote Sonnet 94 How will you know you’ve realized love? When people no longer appear at a distance. When they no longer appear as people, But as reflection of your own essence. When the other becomes I, I becomes universal. In that universal I all that there is, Is an echo of the people. The I is in all people, But people are not in all the I. That is why we suffer so much, That is why we all cry, cry and cry. If one dies thinking of people, They will live on through people.”

“Honor He Wrote Sonnet 93 Citizen lover is citizen justice, All others are citizens of malice. Love begets justice, whereas, Judgment produces more malice. All think, justice is an independent force, But, justice is simply a descendant of love. Where there is love, justice prevails, Otherwise, there's just talk of justice 'n love. Pledge allegiance to no judgment by intellect, But only to love and love alone, my friend. Where there is a place for love, There is place for everything else. Once a person has realized love untaintable, They've achieved everything celebratable.”