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I wish I could lie down and cry for this again
To live a life, intricate as this
Intertwined by the complete opposites
A pessimist blinded to see the brighter side
Or perhaps a sober on the rocks
To be wrong again and again,
And almost break a smile to death
To watch the tears in her lovely eyes
And do nothing but watch them dry
It's funny, you see
It's such a beautiful thing,
And yet there's so much pain that one can't hide.
I guess it's one of those moments where I don't make sense
Jul 16 · 447
Wandering minds.
Ayan Roy Jul 16
A promenade in the midnight rain
Amidst the solitude
Of a wandering mind
Racing through a crowd of emotions
Waiting for us to find
The wrong and then the right

A promenade in the midnight rain
Amidst the solitude
Of a wandering mind
Comes the footsteps
Of a thousand minds
Running in the mud
Dancing in the sand

A promenade in the midnight rain
Amidst the solitude
Of us wandering minds
A lady sings
For all in her sight.
Jul 16 · 50
So what about it?
Ayan Roy Jul 16
My shoes are red
And so are your's
That's all I could think
To say I am in love with you.
Jun 14 · 587
Salt for Sugar
Ayan Roy Jun 14
It's raining between the worlds.

Drops of sugar in the air
And the windows glazed with trust.

People fighting on the streets
Their blood colouring the rest.

The eyes are for the blind
But that's what they say.

It's raining between the worlds
Bullets and roses all come to greet.

"Shake the hands of what you may please"
Taking the hands we try to free.

Money is just a paper to fill your pocket
And your pride,
But it also keeps their hands clean
While we check our dimes.

But these must be lies,
That's what they say
Or else why would we live in a world we fake

What do you say?
Ayan Roy Jun 6
A blurred up nightscape
Brushing past the eyes
Wind rolling through the windows
And the tears way past dry.
The old V8 knew it's way
The past, present and dust on the trail.

With the Sun starting to set
The horizon came near, in the distant mile.
But still afar,
From the place
In the mirror by my side.

Or so I thought.

That evening had it's beauty
The sky was clear and the road empty.
The dial on the speedometer started to rise
As I gave it all to get past this
Last mile.
I just didn't wanna look in the mirror.

Her arms waving to me
For one last time.
Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear.
Ayan Roy May 31
At midnight the clouds rain
Dreams flow down the alleyways
And streets, till they all fade
With them bustling with the wind
The music and light
Hands around her waist
And the world in her eye
The leather jacket skycrapers
And the neon in their shades
They name all the stars
While you take me there
May 30 · 357
Hearts and Diamonds
Ayan Roy May 30
There was once a king
In a house of cards
Loved his queen
With all his heart.

For he was a heart
To give and dare,
But she chose a king
With a diamond
To spare.

Soon they got shuffled
And the game begun.
In the hands of a man
Whose heart had spun.

They drew their swords
And waited their chance
But this was a game
They all knew,
Was done.
May 23 · 171
A moment's worth.
Ayan Roy May 23
The waves shed their spell
Like the sound of jazz
Lost with an unseen trail
Each with their own taste
Following the rhythms of other's breath.

Their moonlight dress dancing
In the silhouette night
Galloping with the wind
Till they fade,
Through the gaps of sand.
Away from people's mind
Stuck for a while
For a moment's worth.
May 18 · 494
Fried Eggs
Ayan Roy May 18
The smell of burnt eggs and cigarettes
Drifted across the room
As I lay, head over heels
On the couch.

Staring across a broken window
Counting the stars in the sky.
One, two, three...
They appeared to distance each other away
As I went past five.

The neighbours were up all night
Empty bottles rattled across the floor
The sound of their laughter
Entered my dreams.

Woke up the next morning with the sun
Dancing through the curtains.
And my stomach groaning from it's emptiness

As I went to the kitchen
To throw away the burned.
The smell of fried eggs
Greeted me instead.

I turned around, her eyes
Gazed at me.
Her face mellowed through the minutes
How did you get in
I say,
I still have your keys, you dumb head.

I leaned closer and whispered
Thanks for the eggs.
May 16 · 220
Breadcrumbs.
Ayan Roy May 16
She stood there on the stairs
Having walked up the
Timeless flight.
Holding the hands of her
Grandfather's clock.
To make the time stop by.

The bed lay deserted
Wrinkled with smiles.
As a magpie flew in
Looking for the breadcrumbs
He left behind.
May 6 · 342
The Nightingale and I
Ayan Roy May 6
What's that thing
That wakes you at night,
Light up a cig
And think of the times.

It's not the sins.
It's not the lies.
Those are just
What we sleep with at night.

A feeling of annoyance,
A feeling of fear,
Of not knowing what's beyond
And what's here.
Apr 29 · 388
Night Blind.
Ayan Roy Apr 29
I had a dream last night -
Stranded in the middle
Of the ocean
Trying to stay afloat.

For once there were
Waves
Fighting each other off
And
The beautiful sky.

And then there was
Silence
The never ending darkness
With it's enigmatic mind.
Apr 7 · 217
Grace.
Ayan Roy Apr 7
We fall from grace
And mix with the rain,
Then look into their's
To make our heart feel okay.
We all know the secrets of those eyes,
And yet no one blows the whistle
To end this tide.

For the rains have ceased to exist,
It's just us falling from grace.
Mar 31 · 445
A Second's Love
Ayan Roy Mar 31
She stood under the rain
Strands of wet hair
Covering most of her face.
Except those eyes,
Ahhh the eyes
That make everything else
Go blind.

Especially the fact
That I had an umbrella by my side.
Mar 3 · 86
Coward
Ayan Roy Mar 3
The taste of fear lingers
In my mouth,
Turning the breadth warm
Against the wintry crowd.

A glass of whiskey
Studded with ice,
Covered with droplets
With the passage of time.

Pleading to let things go
Saying,
"It doesn't matter no more".
Dec 2018 · 128
Whispers in the Wind
Ayan Roy Dec 2018
Look into my eyes
And tell me what you see,
For words are nothing
But whispers in the wind.

Hold my hand
And hear me breathe,
For we are all dumb
In these moments that cease.

Let's not say another word
For we know what each of us want,
A last look at the things we hid.
A last say at the things we dreamed.

Let the sun set behind the trees
Silence and darkness engulf our dreams,
For there is always another day yet to come
(I mean that's what I thought)
Till then let's not say another word.
Dec 2018 · 220
Artists
Ayan Roy Dec 2018
Strokes of paint,
Smudged over the face.
Hiding below it
The skin fades.

                The touch remains -
                A blind mother's hands
                Over her child's face.

For behind the canvas
Is where the art is,
And it's not up to us
To make a masterpiece.
But to try...
...Is what makes us artists.

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