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Mar 2020 · 24
Ashes To Lust
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
I can't think anymore
I don't want to spend my words
I love writing your face
In a prose of roses for your heart

Under the heat of the sun
I love drawing my hands
On the silhouette of your face
I presume how your hair floats

I can't keep writing
I need you beside me
So the bed leaves an impression
The weight of expectation dies on me

I can't live without inspiration
I need your words and admiration
Not my images of love
I am left with ashes of lust

Instead of making love to you
I make poetry out of you
Mar 2020 · 48
Book Housekeeping
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
If what you love
Can't **** you
You haven't found a reason to live
Mar 2020 · 58
Six Feet deep
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
She was just a girl
I want to dream about
Her name was on my mind
That helped through nightmares
Every time I got lost
I would scream her name in my sleep

The true terror of knowing
She would never sleep with me
Drove me to blind rage
I want to break this cage
And open my eyes tenderly
Bloom as I deflower her
In my respectful dream

When the nightmares come
I don't know what will happen to her
I worry about her all the time
Maybe, she just needs me
To be near her
I am usually am not this jealous
Mar 2020 · 23
Hide Away
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
Let us heal
Convalesce
Forget our sorrows
And hide tomorrow

Let us merge
Instead of uniting
As foreign souls
And hide tomorrow

Let us strike fear
Instead of scarring each other
And vanquish hatred
And hide tomorrow

Let us be kind
Instead of unfeeling
And feel love for others
And hide tomorrow

Let us bury our loved ones
Instead of their memories
And listen to our heart
And hide yesterday's regrets
No more hiding for us
Mar 2020 · 24
Destiny Awaits
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
My eyes hold your's
But, my heart sings solitary
A caged bird can only whistle

Maybe, I know the freedom of love
Or the power of your disguise
That holds you prison

My heart flutters
When it is walking a thin line
Or sometimes dancing madly across the sun

Like one on the run
If my heart wants to be poor
It finds others begging for summer

If it wants to sit and suffer
It chooses to be cold
Counting days near the end of winter

Till it dies, not with a wail
But a shiver for every part prisoner
For every whisper turns to evanescence

If you are traumatized
They say if you can't beat them
Join them and suffer the indignation

They trapped a tiger
Gift wrapped a bird
Left an animal appetite unsatiated
At least I can die when I want
If the highway stretches to the far curve

Where destiny awaits
Mar 2020 · 17
The Best Of Both Worlds
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
I am really blessed
With a good life
And good fortune
But, the ladies want my humour
And laugh when I am down
I guess I like self-deprecating
Because I seem to join the crowd
And become the laughing stock of the town
I have good fortune
To know how fickle lady luck is
If I would complain then it isn't heard
Pretty girls love me and find my jokes absurd
Maybe, I show them the ugly side of things
Beautiful ladies are fascinated by it
Especially by the anticipation of macabre
No one wants bookish looks
Instead they want boorish parties
You will find me in a book store
Having the best of both worlds
And testing my luck
Mar 2020 · 50
Cassandra
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
My mind wanders, often
I may lay under a tree
If the leaves are crowding the sunlight
I choose to look through the canopy

Sic itur ad astra
Thus one goes to the stars
My mind wanders, often
Like a breeze hoisting dead saplings

With a rush and push life is in focus
My life is always in the background
If things are out of place, noisy often
Time flies instead of passing me by

The orient trains come and go
O'er Cassandra crossing, nervously
Mar 2020 · 23
That Counts
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
I want hear
Your heartbeat
When you're with me
Because everytime we kiss
I skip one
Mar 2020 · 28
Esther
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
Did you know?
You could slowly
Eat an apple
With its pips
Plump red acidic taste
And system
In haste
If you read that as stem, you are a true poet. Not just high on intellect.
Mar 2020 · 26
This is not a poem
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
They never
Said
Poets can't be princes
Like eggs
Can't go with noodles
Poultry was never the same
Observe
Mar 2020 · 25
I am a rock
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
I am the rock
That will stop
From rolling into the sea
As the sea gathers moss
Turns emerald green
Like eyes of an exotic cat
Or the leaves of the African jungle
Will hold me in the palm of God
I am the rock that will
Not roll into the sea
Because I am different
Since, I am result
Of coincidence
Resilience and patience
I have everything
That a rock has
Except for a good shore
Which lets me be
Instead of carrying me away
I don't mind the sea
I don't mind the moon
Or the horizon
I don't mind tourists
I just have fallen out of love
With lovers and nostalgia
I just don't want to land up in a hotel
Where they tap the phones
To hear in on the calls of lovers
And congressmen will certainly
Want a beautiful stone like me
For their mantle
However, I am not free
Like a dreamer
Whom you can throw by just
Picking on them
I write the news
And someday I will be the front page headlines
That says,"A rock in the congressman's shoe."
I can really shake things up, without moving
Of course
Mar 2020 · 28
Ecology
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
Shopping for clothes
Stepping out of the house
Mopping floors
Well, Red Sox never win
These are a few things we do

Mapping out the future of cars
Lagging in studies
Licking our paper dry lips
Well, she never noticed me at lunch
These are a few things we do

Churning butter for families
Making homes for refugees
Creating ideas for Gods and Goddesses
Well, anything for brides looking for something else
These are a few things we do
Mar 2020 · 60
One Of Us
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
Late nights are when we think best
I ask you to be my friend, please
Stop it and fall in love with the universe
If we can give each other moonlight
Make our bodies mingle and toss
In the morning and break of dawn
In strings of fire and gold
As an asteroid breaks Earth's soul
We will walk on fiery lakes
Like meditation heals the soul
Here is our share
Of the money, that deep pockets
Can't ask for
Boundaries tell us we have constraints, as everyday people
Words penetrate us, if events deepen our soul
Mar 2020 · 117
Memories are all that
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
She was a beautiful girl
With britches on her knee
And stitches that cut face deep
When we turned highways
We found our reflection
Of true visage in the car mirrors
And death in the rear view
Life flashed in front our eyes
Clothes didn't matter
Verbatim, I could recite her favourite poem
That was true beauty
The ephemeral nature of memories
And people too
Memories are all that live
Mar 2020 · 16
We Are Losing This War
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
My brother was lost
In the town
Like a ship that had lost its way
In the valley there is always ray of hope
The sun always wakes me up
With a fear that I'll lose him
In war
Mar 2020 · 14
A Protégé
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
A student
A boy
In disguise
As a ploy
For prudent behaviour
How long must be long enough
With starlight in his fingers
The sorcerer said he needed magic
He wasn't magical enough
If voices rang from Heaven
Such would be his Incantations
But, the master wanted a servant
Not an apprentice
Mar 2020 · 59
A Broken Chromebird
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
We were traveling
Moving in a train
The railroad passed us
As the night came upon us
My eldest son said,"I know it is night here, always."
That's when I knew he missed
His mother's embrace
Mar 2020 · 13
Why Me?
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
We want more poets
When do we want them
After they publish their first poem
Mar 2020 · 29
Claustrophobic
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
I am stuck in claustrophobia
If I am around you
In an elevator
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
I was locked in emotion
In chains
We were trapped
In the same prison
You set me free
It was nice
As long as I liked you
You betrayed me
Guilt stated
For innocent murders
Who had me floored
If I am with you
One could have asked
Who died first
Now I am set free
Works backwards too
Mar 2020 · 19
Spellbound
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
Do you want my
Opinion
Don't change a thing
Mar 2020 · 24
Shipwreck
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
You talk too much
You tie your shoes wrong
You love the wrong woman
And live in the wrong country
You like flowers
And don't have girlfriends
***** tonky women crawl anyway
If you want someone's love
You cry for mummy
Dad takes you to school
Can you ever be enough To get me in my birthday suit
**** me off
Turn me on and shut off the music
Fill me up
Live it up and keep calm
Keep calm or just keep dreaming
If you want my love
Your dreamy eyes won't work
Your dreamy biceps
Your dreamy grin
Won't work on me
Did you do it to look to nice on TV
Or take me for a nice weekend
Stop dressing like that
And start flirting and stop drinking
Maybe, mix some gin and tonic
Maybe be grotesque, but, don't be a sensation
Pretty asinine boy
Your mood swings
Will leave me in a stupor
Be yourself
You are a super trooper
Just invade my ship for ****'s sake
I wanna be with you
Yes, that's true
I'm a shipwreck without you
Mar 2020 · 34
The Greatest Artist
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
Most of these nights, I do not even try to sleep. The bed lays empty and the night grows on me. My mind wanders if it is simply tired or sometimes I turn myself on if I am too scarred. When the nights sparkle, that is when I step out and search.
The nights sparkle these days under the city streets and one may even find some crime in the darkness. I look for some drugs in the back alley still even in adulthood. There is a homeless man covered in cardboard and goose feathers. I thank my good fortune because no strings attached means I have found what I am looking for.
Somehow, he always talks about a ride to paradise just for fun. He even laughs about Las Vegas as he fights his demons. Au contraire, I lay awake in my crumpled sheets satiated, his sign is etched in my memory. "Drugs'll **** you.-Voltaire"
It has been 3 years since I saw a criminal shuffle his feet across the alley on to the pedestrian crossing on Park Avenue. The breath of moaning women can be imbibed from a nearby brothel. Some may not even bat an eyelid when thinking to avoid this street and it's capillaries. Yet, this niggardly beggar keeps me company. This beggar keeps me company.
I buy him a whiskey to help him sleep as a breeze moves softly through the streets. A *** of his choice helps him keep his insides warm. I read the ending of "Sweeney Among The Nightingales" from my book as dozes like a docile child.
A warm summer approaches and we talk in cold tones about the politics of the country. But, this conversation is the most memorable.
"Bud, you must have capacity."
He says,"Is that why you keep me nearby your shoulder? To make fun of me?"
I say "I don't flatter anyone. I just get cranky when dawn comes."
He keeps silent and then resumes,"Smoke this."
I take a puff and days go by.
I find his spot and he is gone. His signboard lays on the sidewalk,"Drugs'll **** ya" it says.
Now I can sleep knowing that he is gone to a better place. Whenever the nights sparkle, I remind myself that the search continues unless I keep dreaming, hoping they will come true. That's when I knew I met the greatest artist who could actually bring change with a candid remark and turn the world berserk in a quick flick of a flame. Not with a bang, but, a whimper
Drugs and alcohol are the cruel engine of many an artist's creativity.
Mar 2020 · 11
Strange Love
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
I am yours
Your love seems so strange
Without measure
If I'm incarcerated
You read to me
If my feet can't stand
Your strange love holds me together
Seems like we are apart
And your memories have parted
Leaving traces of me
Mar 2020 · 28
Tiny Dancer
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
A beggar knocked on my window
A tap was enough to grab my show
He was a little boy of four
I never saw him no more
He asked for support
He drowned in the Chesapeake
Now he is a drunkard
And he likes his whiskey with rye bread
Unlike the dead crowd in bar of wry attendants
His paltry cash deposits make for no riches
He lives life with crutches
Barely makes it a mile with no shoes on
But he knows how to run from the dour cops
Because he has always been in trouble
His name is trouble
He tap dances on streets in a disguise
To save the attention and scour for glory
From the remains of some dead poet
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
She loves my comedy
Like she enjoys popcorn
Yet, munches on Woody Allen's nuggets

She loves my guitar
Like she enjoys whiskey
Yet, she gets high on Highway Star

She loves my singing
Like she enjoys coke and tv
Yet, she is enchanted when Hozier plays

When I wrote a musical
She only got an artist
In sweatpants, drinking coffee
Mar 2020 · 138
Violet Kiss
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
Why is your heart broken my love?
I waited days to speak to you.
But words had failed me
I seek solace in your company but receive only romance
I wish I could touch your face and know what kissing the tears of heaven feels like
Let me nurse that broken heart that had gone amiss
Mar 2020 · 14
Sulk
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
You might be a lantern
On a river
I will never see how you shine
Unless I follow you into the sea
On a boat
Among flowers in multitudes
Breeze that crisps the winter snow
Around in circles the petals roam
When the tide turns and rivers meander
The trees will wilt in moonlight
Dipping their twigs in reflections of crystal ships
Pastoral deciduous trees waving their leaves in a million shakes
Swaying in a billion angles of angel grace
Down by the river where the petulant flowers turn grey and sulk
Mar 2020 · 27
Honesty
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
You broke my
Heart
Left me
Without a name
And a home
Thank you
For being
Honest
At least
Mar 2020 · 37
Midnight Rambler
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
Clash of the cracking whips
Crashed from the ceiling above
Rise of the women dressed in black
In long laced stockings to show
Just enjoyed the show
Into the dead of night

Cars race by in the gold of lights
In Folsom
I woke up
In a prison cell
After an eternity in red blue and white
The wooden heart of L.A., they called me

Burned down the gambling house
In despair we counted time
Like watchmen of crime
Aging in frail hours
Was it a movie or a lack of power
By the midnight rambler
Mar 2020 · 87
Flight Again
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
If tomorrow we could be friends. Would it be end of an eagle's life. Or the beginning of a vibrant communication among the little birds. I write and feed the birds. I need time to think and I know that I do not hope to see a brighter future. Why should the aged eagle stretch its vapid feathers blanched in age. Why should I be sorry for my speed demon.
Mar 2020 · 27
Candles In A Graveyard
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
In the wheels of fire
In the dire of health
In the rounding up of wealth
Our time has passed once again
Our wandering minds will find life
Among the disabled who fight atrocity
I have been selling tickets to the city circus
Where the vibrant walkers balance in the house of pain
Flounder on life and choose between
Heaven and hell
In the end
All that counts is our ghosts
I need you to hear me speak to the world
Ushering in the new future
Will you help us beat the speculation and grotesque
An accordion plays in spiritual houses
Where do the cars go in protest
I shall not say or ask state
Because the wheels of fire
Burn and spin round and round
Charting the tarmac and leaving acid streets
If the Goddess of my dreams
Walks in moonlight
When the shining sun comes on boulevard of dreams
Burning up the wheels of fire
In the house of fire
I fear death by water
And Zeus' anger
Then they rounded up the witches
In this vast plague
Where truth is for dead people
Who bury their lives in their soul
And hold life in their eyes
Like candles in the graveyard
Condemn them condemn them all
To the hangman on the street hunting them all
Who promises summer for the rich
And winter for the poor
Have you seen the end of disease
Or your life leave your legs
Or your love break your spirit
And **** it with a new face
If you left the ghosts of your past
Like candles in a graveyard
These fires summon spirits
Such are the wheels of fire and fortune
Death beats us all in a game of faith and chess
Why do I have faith when everyone speculates about loss
Because I hope to find a peaceful end instead of healthy victory
Mar 2020 · 40
Waiting
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
Have you ever seen the rain
Fall upon a river in a forest
Dark and deep
Passing through the backbone
Of civilization like a backdoor
To your street address
It longs to touch your skin
Simply looking through a window
Like sunshine breaking through grey
Pitter patter it falls
On a shattered heart of glass
Have you ever seen the rain
Or cold snow on window
And how many lies it leaves behind
Have you ever seen the rain
Or the true light
I often find your back to the door
Empty cigarettes smoked
Wilting in the fire
Broken dreams cannot stay
A flying paper plane
That caresses the lamposts on cobble ****** road
Can still fly once again
Let us cover each other in linen
Till dusk hides the sunset
And foggy climes cover the ground
From dusk till dawn
Have you ever seen the rain
At night
You will find me drenched
Waiting for you everyday
Mar 2020 · 14
Make Believe
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
My typewriter says hello
My cup is full of water and whiskey
My life is in ruins
Thoughts for your plentiful emotions
My emotions have run dry
Like the surface of the moon
My life is in ruins again
Like the hole shaped shadows on Mars too
You're a star in desolate universe
I am in a galaxy too far away
Bit by bit I can feel your heart
I let go of my fears as I see courage in your smile
Your disarming eyes put me to rest
A typewriter by my side
Full of soaked literature
My thoughts have now gone wry and rueful
And turned into a journey
Mar 2020 · 42
Having A Tea
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
I love cups of tea like twigs signing to the air. Swinging to and fro with nothing to care. I like women and wooing them with cups of tea and woollen mittens to amuse them. They ask me to hold their fingertips as they shoot moonbeams from there lips. I like cups of tea that need to be caressed by rudimentary teeth on ruby lips. I like sipping cups of tea peacefully as I shape my hands around that ceramic and dream of rivers of jade. I like dreaming of celadon too as it reminds me of the emerald ring that I bought for you. Where I proposed to you in the coffee shop. Down the hall where the best mind knew the best friend I knew I had found my worst critic. I wish love could last as much as my liking for cups of tea. I like cups of tea because I love peace as angels sing and chant cantos in some silver Oak. Where we look for spring in the perennial winter. Your arms around are like winter twigs holding leaves that may fall soon. My memories are weak and a week old. My memories are frail and untold. I love cups of tea as you can tell from my hate for coffee.
Mar 2020 · 22
Red Noon
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
You lost me once or you've lost thrice
It makes no difference
As long as you're mine

You've held courteous glances
In your couplets
Couples swoon to and fro

Kick your shoes off
Offer me a drink dear
Bring that bottle over here
Mar 2020 · 24
Feel Good
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
Let us make our pleasures
Anew, our love will be fresher than
Air, it will fill space
Everyone will know
Love is in the air
Mar 2020 · 45
Do or Die
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
Have any luck
With the poems
Charming lines
And hooks

I turned to songwriting
Winding the time
Until I was left biting
My fingers have lost their touch

Scared of my courage
Fearful of my honesty
Without honesty
There is no bravery

I am no young fool now
Who wants to be truthful
If being alive is plough through
Or to do or die

Keep dreaming like
A little tree with a glisten
Keep dreaming like
A loser hoping to win
Mar 2020 · 16
Do You Love Me?
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
Why do we love
When we are afraid
The answer is psychological
That's when you want
A contradiction
A restriction on your *******
A diction on cocktail waitresses
Professor, how would like some pretty green
You say nothing
But hope silence solves violence
Why do we twist when we make love
Shouting slow
Punching low
Kicking too
Like fishes on rushing ships
Lost amid a sun that dips
Stormy seas don't promise
I cancelled my ticket
To my ride back home
Young girl, I am sure
Your room looks **** pretty
From the secret garden
Where we shared kisses
Do you miss me?
Mar 2020 · 19
P.E.A.C.E
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
If you found me lost
On this lonesome street
In the crowd of beautiful people
In this discarded town
You know that I own
This pavement
And the government can't understand
What love stands for
Mar 2020 · 25
Superwoman In Rainbows
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
Wish I was a superwoman
Sitting under a rainbow
I'd sit and wonder
How I would like to shake your hand
Instead, I'm a lake that moves through summer rain
In the mazes of forests
I still like the look that the moon gives me
And the man of my dreams gives me
I like a hazy shade of amazing memories
Merely, a reflection of your ghoulish colors
Says there is love in the autumn breeze
Superwoman still looks for love
Even though she can carry out in flighty steps
When a winter zephyr came all of a sudden
In flesh and blood of spring's prayer
Consecrating my losses
Winning me from despair
Love springs from my cold shell beyond repair
On a flint rock, meant to be where
You once signed my name
Here is where we shared a rainbow
Now the colors turn to pools of floating foliage
Under a canopy of the Sun
I wish I could see my silhouette everyday
Reflecting on the circles
Of my mind
Doubtless and solicited carelessly by your musculature
In your muscular shadow
Mar 2020 · 25
You Are One Of A Kind
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
Falling in love is beautiful
Ever wanted to tell
Someone they are beautiful
But, it was too late
Don't feel bad
Falling in love is one
Of the best things
You can do for someone
In need of company and comfort
Because love is a beautiful thing
The compliments are just temporary
But, love is religious and non-temporal
Love is one of a kind
You are one of kind
You are love
That's why love is a metaphor
And person in one
Love is light in the dark forest
Love is a concept which the heart
Knows by definition
It is easy to express
As easy as it is lose sight of it's meaning
Mar 2020 · 45
Mint Jam
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
Do you hear those cars
On golden street, loud
Take the sounds out of hounds
Who dream of such speed
Walk the streams and swim
Growl in cold mountains
Leer at fountains
Because they are scared of water
Intrepid like midnight dreams
Howling like a wolf's bane
Purring like a night cat's fear
Pulsate like the trees in the windy weather
Or a blind man's cane that occludes
Mar 2020 · 17
Promises
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
I suppose she
Took that compliment
Or turned it bare like
A barren forest in autumn
Or a deciduous tree in spring's calling
Anyway, she is all I have
Like leaves in Maples
Yellow, gold, brown
As the possums that scurry
In a grave hurry
Mar 2020 · 17
Is this love
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
My masks keep falling
Fate keeps spinning
I see my memory will fail
I'm sure my heart feels the same

My lips keep pursing
Destiny keeps playing
From the beginning
I'm sure my heart doesn't feel the same

We are both unsure
Love comes and goes
Looking for a lover
Watch over us God
Mar 2020 · 44
My Seraphim
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
Episode after episode
My tippling friend
An azure sister
Made love
Called up a crimson tide
Every time he had an episode and cried
Handed in his notice to a blue collar worker
She had a beer with the girl of his dreams
The men fear the backdoor man's hunger
Tearing the flesh till they are cunning
The leopard's child slept under blue skies
Pale as the afternoon
He wakes up mewling
His skin turns gold
He slept naked near a churlish kid
Who simply wanted to go to church
With the leopard skin lady
With cheap perfume and shy eyes
All he got was too much Sunday preaching
He became a little lost
In detention, they let in the dust
A religious head had him
To himself
Not much charismatic is his sermon
His Father is lewd
And his flower is waiting for the summer rain
He had episode after episode
Until everyone paid attention
Till he kept convulsing as long as they stayed
Gentile or Jew,
The wind was awash with tempests
Remember Phlebas who shared the fate of the ship
My love, desolate and empty
And it will be too many deaths
Till we know
La petite mort
Mar 2020 · 14
Stand Real Close To Me
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
I'm a walking stick
I'm a blind man
I don't care if I bump into ya
I need to hang on to your shoulder and cry
I am 10 feet tall and two moments
From crashing in front of a gasoline truck
Do I need to go on
Everything exaggerated, basically
My footsteps carry me home
Not my friend's address
How about the invisible sun
I don't see the fire
Or the light in my eyes
All I see is darkness of my life
And the light of my life disappear
You can't sell love to me
What about the mandolin
On the streets and their buskers
Or is it the other way
I stay at home, I might bump into an old friend
Scalding bath water
That's the warmth, I'm looking for
Not the cold swarm and visible toil
My feet have gone cold from no shoes
I am surrounded by concepts
And no action
Keep it up and I might be a textbook definition
Of a poem
On an old crush
Mar 2020 · 34
Castle Of Mirrors
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
I was looking for
Some magic
But it's in everything you do
I need my conduct and humor
To remain a shadow in which you stand true
I seek such dreams to be near you
I need a glass of *****
To match the wine you're guzzling
Waiter, the bill and check, please
I need that woman
I'm gonna take a leap of faith
If I'm to get some salvation
From the castle of mirrors
Which turn into a quintillion feathers
A fortress of illusions
Where, the clown play in circles
And the funambulists stand on the ropes of chance
Where the conductor lights up when the men fall
I take my chances with the maniacal cackling
That tells me the way out
I need your love
To match my laughing chances
I'd die for your smile
At the end of it
I need your clairvoyance
To match my burning aces
Often, I dream it would be cast iron castles
That see us through the cul de sac
But, I'll chances on my bad luck
I'm sure if I take you up on that offer
To see the joker
Accusing me of duplicity
I guess I don't belong here
Yet, you will be stuck with me
Among the best minds of this city
Laughing in agonizing pain
Only aware that we are reflections
And inflections of our mental processes
Proceed with caution
Before you enter the second segment of the castle
You can't match me
Unless you have fascination and awe
You can't match my will
Unless you take a little look into yourself
You will see our future
A common journey
Make me a holy man
I'd love your smirk
At the beginning of it
Mar 2020 · 40
Guile
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
If I wanted to fight
I'd bring a gun
A memorable experience
In between us is too much
Like a loaded weapon
That's cocked like a kiss
A safety that's gonna blast
If I'm too close
You pry my heart
You forget your danger
If I'm too close
You forget that we are pretenders
Strangers in the night
So, for once let me seek resolution
To call you and bring on the night
Nuggets at 8
And Pepsi, maybe
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
Your love comes
And goes
We sit in the park
Your eyes move instead
Sordid love affair indeed
Blue oceans could be deeper
Than what we have
My arms are coiled
Around your carry-ons
You are the least of my fears
Friends come and go
Your love
Comes and goes
It means so much to me
To know which side I'm on
If I'm a t-shirt in your closet
Or a picture on your mantle
Don't think me unkind
It burns a hole in my heart
I've only been chasing the sun
When grudges ties me up
And you escape from me
I scream,"Why don't you need me?"
Pool tables lay at my acquisition
I am not sure you need my imposition
I need you in the wrong position
I scream,"Why don't you need me?"
It is a false notion
You just want me to hate you
I guess that's what I need from you
So, meaningless yet true
Like your blood, and November
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