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Aditya Roy Oct 2022
Being human
Can take you further
Than most people
Aditya Roy Oct 2022
We had our time under the moon
Our light was spent in the spotlight
Soon we would live like fools
Enamored by the color red and its sight

Like a caged bird, I yelled for her
Let me out for I need you to see
She didn't want to hear me much longer
She didn't want to let me out to quickly

It pumps red blood and feels
While it flew, it felt the rush of being free
This is the truth behind her love for the sky
Set her free, she too is a bird that is free

I was captured by her
While she was free to fly through myriad skies
Like a fish swimming in the seas that belongs there
I was caged in her presence, choked by her light

She had brought out an obsession in me
I asked her have you read this or that
We shared interests by the dozen really
But it wasn't enough for us to get back

I'm possessed by the love I need
While others find their cold comforts in a one way street
Belief tells me to write poetry and find the right one
The right one will fly as I wait on the autumn trees
Aditya Roy Oct 2022
The flowers are tired tonight
Breathless as the air around
A mix of moon dust and star light
A lunar eclipse comes out

The stars evade the clouds
With a sky so silent, I hear moonbeams
The wind beckons to the distant hounds
"It is his last night, run free."

Let's accept this moment
Where is the harmony
In those free from inner torment?
It is rare to be without fragility

As I shed my frayed clothes
My nature is laid naked for thy senses
I accept the highs and lows
Knowing the depths of my resilience
A poem on my mother.
Aditya Roy Sep 2022
Time is a blur
The faces of the past
All belong to a broken mirror
Aditya Roy Sep 2022
She was that kind of woman
That the wind washed over her face
The flowers emanated from her
a scent of a time forgotten
Aditya Roy Sep 2022
Do not be afraid
I tell myself every waking night
Have courage, I reassure myself
You will see the moonlight
  Sep 2022 Aditya Roy
sandra wyllie
is often rotten inside.
Shiny red with golden highlights,
hanging by a thread
glistening moonlight.

You take a bite
and you wince.
You kissed a frog
not the prince.
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