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Aditya Roy Jul 27
For the first time in my life
You've opened my eyes
To the crimson fire
That burns inside, consuming me tonight

It has ignited
My mind, soul, and body
Flooding me with flames
The heat extending to my fingertips, down my spine

In the warm noon under the clear skies
My legs go numb as you creep up to my face
Covering me with kisses under the sheets
I'm dizzy when walking the empty streets

In the quiet hours of midnight
When the world's sound asleep
My heart pounds across my chest
With all its might

It rains and the clouds thunder, a guttural cry
I search for you in the pools of crystalline  
Often I'll stumble upon the stone pavement
As this obsession drowns me in this moment

Pulling me under, clogging my windpipes
Breaking my spirit, carrying my soul
Through the dark nights spent in complete solace
I'll watch the satin sky, as the rain falls on and on

On a silent, dark night
After the rain has subsided
These words, in time
Will show you my truest fears

As I race through the fog, running through woods
Scarred by the biting wind laced with snow and ice
The blizzard runs through me, freezing my temples
Curling through my veins, seeking warmth

I'm captured by your cold, cold heart
Transfixed by your beautiful eyes
Longing for your delicate hands that break the spirit
Starving for your naked embrace, abandoned and desperate

Someday, these words will kiss you
Under the cold July rain, where you lie bare
When the storm caresses your luscious locks
And the rivers of your soul drain into the vast seas of sorrow

Our memories will fade into thin air, tomorrow
But all I can think of is your sweet face
That carries me through this difficult phase
I'll hear your breathless whispers and soothe your nerves

Clasped arms in an intense moment of passion
Let me move into you in the heat of the night
Till you need me for an eternity
This fire will burn indefinitely

As I breathe you in
Douse you with the flames of my eyes
Caress you with a touch
As the mask falls away

I yearn for you when the wind is breathing heavily
The tresses that lay over your shoulder
Like trees across the shore of a river
Brushing your neck with my lips soft as waves

Take your clothes off, white linen hugs your skin
Draped across your breast, quivering lips
Curling into a ball of passion
Your hips will ache with every dip and ******

Wanting me more with every intimate glance
I'll dance with you under the rain
I want you just as much a bird yearns to sing
You bring out the wild side deep inside of me

As I undress you with my eyes, seated next to you
Close to your heart, listening intently to its beat
Lightly touching your hair, sliding my fingers through it
Bringing our lips to meet in a stolen kiss

Rustling leaves that flutter with the naked breeze
The heart of the forest is calm and serene
Pleasure and pain are just the same
As our peaceful night ends

We stare at each other, wondering
When will we cross paths and exchange fresh glances
Like strangers meeting
In the next life
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
irinia
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
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