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  Jun 17 Aditya Roy
Cadmus
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I miss who I was
softer,
simpler,
a little lost…

But somehow more at peace.

Not wiser,
just lighter.

And peace, it turns out,
is the rarest kind of wisdom.

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Growth often costs us the gentleness we once had. But in quiet moments, we grieve that softness - not for its weakness, but for its peace.
  Jun 17 Aditya Roy
Cadmus
They asked me once,
“Why do you always take the hard path?”

I said,
“It’s not that I choose it
It’s just the only path I see.”

Not all of us are given options.

Some roads are rough
because that’s all there is.
Sometimes, life doesn’t offer a choice between easy and hard - it simply gives a road, and we walk it.
  Jun 17 Aditya Roy
Cadmus
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Don’t forget me all at once
Let me slip away in pieces.

Lose my voice today,
Tomorrow, my laughter,
Then that flicker in my eyes.

Let my words fade like old songs,
Let my kindness dissolve in silence.

I want to fall from your memory
Like raindrops
Dripping from a soaked branch
Not like a lifeless corpse.

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Some departures deserve the courtesy of slowness. Not everything should vanish with a bang, some goodbyes ache sweeter in fragments.
Aditya Roy Jun 16
The harder it becomes to let go
Shake and shiver
Every time you think of her
It is a cure

You know she's carved a part of you
In her heart too
But she'll kiss it away
On a lonesome rainy dawn
Aditya Roy Jun 16
I couldn't walk
Another step today
So I wrote this
Line by line
It gave me the strength
That I once lacked
It made me feel like
I had a voice

This mind
This body
This soul
And ah...
I forget that there's a heart
Aditya Roy Jun 16
When your voice
Escaped the clutches of the night
I held on tight
In vain

Your eyes that hid under the curls
They've become traces of you

To a girl I once knew
You're only a memory away
Aditya Roy Jun 16
Letting you go was the hardest thing to do
So I found my solace on a lonely bench
Under the trees, softly rippling waters sleep
The flowers are alive usually

In this storm, they're looking for the sun
That once promised to rid them of the pain
There's rain in this part of town - I'm drenched
A cold breeze rushes through my shirt

I can feel my shirt flap against me like sails
It's cold outside
I shiver a bit in the hellish wind, frigid and pale
White flowers turn grey

Pools of black water at their feet
There's no will to live or be heard
When I see the leaves flutter
The boughs break

The sky cries
The sun is out of sight
Thunder grumbles, waking the scenery
Animals scurry back to their homes

And this place welcomes me
I've etched you in a long forgotten memory
Stretched it at times
Till it finally tore at the seams
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