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Aditya Roy Jun 8
If you have a superpower
You'd see through my sadness
If you have a superpower
You'd know when I'm on the edge

Through the twisted metaphors
Can you still tell who I am?
In the broken fragments of images
Can you believe me when I try?

That's why
I'll wait for you
To see the morning roses of springtime
To witness the chorus of birds at dawn

When the night's over
You'll see I'm still there
And that's the superpower, you have
To **** the pain, everytime I'm dying a little

When the night's over
Despite your power over me
I will leave you heartbroken
And I'm sorry for that
Aditya Roy Jun 8
Bullets, bombs, and broken glass
Shards, shells, left strewn
Across the floor
As thin as ice

A life built on lies
A past buried deep inside
A house of cards
You'll never know why

So, forget
That I'm hanging from the edge
Forget that I am
Finding courage through the pain

Through the tears
And the weakened nerves
Tell me
How to learn to live
Aditya Roy Jun 8
I've got an hourglass of time
And people I've hurt
Countless as the sand in it
I've got a broken heart
Full of regret and pain
But you don't care
Once more, I stab the wound
That was once a person
A memory that I drank away
On a cold night
A memory burned out
Leaving cold ash
As countless as the sand
In my hourglass of time
  Jun 8 Aditya Roy
Immortality
Waves caress my feet,
ever so gently,
wind murmurs words of love
to me,
the sun kisses my soul
so warmly.

Within this ocean of affection,
my thoughts tremble,
but my heart yearns
to drown deep,
lost in the ebb.
Love yourself~~~~~
(even when life’s a mess, even when you feel unworthy, even when clouds of doubts and fears surround you)

Imagine creating a masterpiece happily, only to hear someone call it ugly and unworthy.
Yeah.... and that's how God and our parents feel when we talk down on ourselves
  Jun 8 Aditya Roy
Anais Vionet
We move through the night,
though the streets seem empty,
we look left and right,
electric vehicles are stealthy.

As we exercise stepwise, sunrise happens.
and black night fades its cover.
Like phoresy, painted, pieces of heaven,
the day opens with primary colors—
reds that delight, oranges that tease
and peacocking yellows that leaven.

As the counterfeit rainbow enchants and rouses,
streetlights waver and douse,
lights flicker on in houses,
and the earth blossoms active in borrowed hues.

Morning twinkles with its particular, angular light,
as we enter the still still lobby.
They’ve already set out the coffee!
With a sip, I feel the morning's started right.
.
.
Songs for this:
Day Tripper by MonaLisa Twins
Our Day Will Come by Amy Winehouse
Aditya Roy Jun 8
Every face, the same as the rest
Every headline, the same as the rest
A long war wages on
Erasing any joy

It bleeds like the one in here
Cold and hostile
Every voice in the inner streets, abuzz in my ear
Every naked impulse, followed by fear

I told you the last time
I'll be out to sea
That I'm fine without you
I'm alright without the anchor of memories

And so the war wages on
I'm counting the days
An ally
Found in the light sliver of sunlight at dawn

Is followed by
A message from the wind
Read in the pages of the night
And a hurting heart has begin to see

Light follows dark
Day follows the night
Life follows Death
I've begun to believe this

When I'll be back
I don't know
To tend to the garden
That lies back at home

The war
Razes the flowers
I nurtured
When I was young

I now count the days
Till the next storm
For now
The pink skies just look perfect
Aditya Roy May 28
Two kinds of people exist
Those who are lost in their dreams
And those whose aspirations keep them alive
For another day and another day
At midnight
Some find solace
Some find ambition - an inner spark if you will
Both are running towards the same destination
While I've known people who would read and read
Through the thick of a warm lamp on their desk
Till their eyes couldn't pore over pages no more
There are some who wouldn't sleep anymore
Because they'd slept through daybreak
They'd fallen on dark times - sleep had lost its meaning
Yet these two kinds of people often
Are just the same
Like two sides of a scuffed out coin
That has been tossed one time too many
Coalescing with one another
Till you can't make out which is which
And who is who
In the memory of you
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