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Aditya Roy Jun 14
I'm not missing her
Sad that her scent faded with the breeze
She's gone with the wind
I'm not missing a part of my soul

I'm not missing her
The blush on her rosy cheeks
Is a faded memory
I'm not missing the better half of me

I'm not missing her
But a part of me is with her
It calls to me
"Forget her."
Aditya Roy Jun 8
A bird sings in my heart tonight
It is full of desire
The silence inside is gone
As my heart beats on

And the bird whistles a tune
Which reminds me of you
In her plaintive song
I find warmth

It's something I can sing and hum
While I stroll on a wide street in some distant town
I am at ease
Knowing the bird will keep me company

While the bird has grown tired
I want it to sing tonight
So that I can share with you
Something that's honest and true
The poem aims to capture the weariness that comes with falling in and out of love. But when the right one comes along, you'll find the strength to carry on.

I've been working on my poetry for a while now and wasn't sure if I should publish anything. But this metaphor struck me like lightning. It is inspired by Bluebird, a poem penned by Charles Bukowski.
Aditya Roy Jan 20
Trees sway to the night breeze
The birds welcome the rain
With a song in their hearts
As the leaves shudder in the cold

The lilies are in love
With the streams
Never leaving their side
In the light drizzle

On days when I'm tired
I think upon the song of the rain
And it begins to pour again
Filling my heart with gladness
  Jan 20 Aditya Roy
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snow has the height of pigeons today
translucent joy trapped in its consistency
the whole world is moving I am standing still
to listen to the intensity of ice, to its labour
to hold the tension of true opposites
the perpetual dance of white turning into black
maybe the trees are hallucinating their dreams
the same way we do
sometimes I forget the lesson of winter
to find itself again it has no choice but to
become spring
Aditya Roy Jan 20
The coldest winter is here
Flowers have wilted
Friends have been gone for years
The heart cries its silent tears

There's an escape sometimes
After all time's too quick
For me to carry the weight
I tell myself that it'll be alright

If winter's goes, can spring be far behind?
Aditya Roy Jan 20
As the winter rain came
The flowers came to life
Surrounded by the chatter of leaves
Upon which droplets fell and slid

The beauty that existed all around
Present in every waking moment
Faded into the warm spring of my life
That changed me as a person

I found the littlest things
That brought me joy in the coldest times
Breathing life into when I hoped
With a broken heart

I think this what finding love is like
You go through every passing day
Clinging to the smaller pleasures
Letting them fill you

Until happiness comes easily
Sadness becomes a distant memory
Aditya Roy Jan 18
With her gentle breath
She brushes against my skin
My neck placed in her curls
Embraced in blissful sin

She breathes life into me
Pouring her soul into mine
Coloring me with brushstrokes
Of scarlet flowers and red wine

As I gaze warmly at her
The trees shiver in the dark
And flowers sway in the breeze
Leaving me numb at my heart

She leaves a song within me
That's only meant for the heart
An imbroglio in my soul
And a fresco of the mind
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