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Feb 2020 · 10
Obscene Odes
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
She likes hugging me
She climbs me like the Eiffel tower
And saying "I love you."
Feb 2020 · 50
Morning Glory
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
I am a snowflake
I like cupping her beast
Like my spoon holds a cornflake
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
I sold a book
To my poet circle
They asked it for free
Feb 2020 · 39
Snake Skin
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
When you're born
They expect you to be ready
When you can't even function
They expect you to sleep
Keep you dreaming religion
Same goes for instagram
They sell you clothes
But, strip you naked with their snake eyes
Like a snake sheds it's skin
If they tell you go to school and keep calm
Carry your bag and just follow me
I'll teach you isolation you find in childhood
If you are afraid of the dark
I'll show you how to make money in adulthood
You'll never fear your shadow if you're free
If you are afraid of the burning trees
I'll make a fair statement often
Why don't we think
Instead of remembering our history from books
The world can end this century
With 15 minutes of fame on TV
When you surfeited the breeze
They told you that it did well not go outside
Until, you were a mother
Didn't playing with us butterflies make sense back then
Are we doing drugs to feel sorry, to remember you
For ourselves there is only April
And what has left us
Or what went wrong every passing hour
When the trees used to be dark and steep
Had veritable power
Now, I'm afraid of heights
I'll never be ready for your love
Because the world was round
I knew I was meant to leave you
As sure I was ready to meet thee
Love is free
Freedom is free too
I can take back both, as I forget about you
I can show you where the wind howls in the hallucinations of Arkansas
Feb 2020 · 22
Venusian Crawl
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
If I push you out
Of my life
To connect
It is because fate will be kinder
And you'll come crawling to me
Feb 2020 · 10
White Gown
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
Tomorrow, tomorrow
But not today
I'll have had forgotten my past, by tomorrow
With the passing of each and every reign
Like a bird stretches it's aged wings
The tears will glow in lost contemplation, listless
The list of things will turn to endless rosy memory
Which will flit away like that bird
Like the wilting of petals
When finally I see you in the light
Yew trees and a dull breeze will take your place
I shall miss your face
And the bird her coruscating cage
On a past that is long gone.
Feb 2020 · 57
Kiss
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
My words
Your lips
Linger on mutually
So good our free boys are
I still wonder where the youngest kid is
Looking at you, pricelessly
God bless the child
God bless the children
Feb 2020 · 17
Gemütlich
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
You are the music
Of my life
That's why I turn you on
Just like the radio
Free as a bird
It must be stifling
In that cage
Sitting alone next to the window
And daydreaming
When you should be speaking like a child
Feb 2020 · 46
Beings Unh'rd
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
Voices are irrevocable
Because of a warmer philosophy
The earth turns colder like fire and hazel
The voices unheard by the shuffling beautitude
Feb 2020 · 11
Optimistic
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
My cup's empty
Fill it
Till it's half empty
Hidden under a pile of stars
Feb 2020 · 14
King Of The Hill
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
The king of pain
Fool in the rain
King of the hill
You burn like the chiming
In your sunny haiku
As Sunday turns into a weekly hiatus
Three word poem when will
You say love's the answer to your lonely
Forgotten weekend among the elk
As you ilk through forests dark and steep
The queen of bees could sting
The butterflies in your stomach
Laugh at the flowers in her hair
You have had her in a look
What it took was a bit of jewels
King of pain, now a fool in the rain
Suffers a broken heart like the others
A fool likes you too
You should marry her and find her
Instead of being stubborn
Feb 2020 · 24
Artificial Happiness
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
My dad was
Always smart
But, never privileged
It was riches
He looked after
But, he took to educating
His son

When his wanted son asked for
"A guitar?"
He asked
"Does it make you rich."
The son replied
"No."
"But it makes my mother happy."
"It's bigger than you," he said
"How will I buy this?"
So my mother bought it
At his request
I play a song for him every now and then
Because that makes him happy
While my guitar gently weeps every time
I play for my mom
She loves every bit of me
Feb 2020 · 51
Aldo
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
,My wife
Has left me
With soup on the stove
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
I am yours, and I have had enough
The strawberry Fields are now black
Like the yellow sun in a solar eclipse
What men do in love
Do wrong in marriage
Like so many women make love and celebrate it
In the cathedral, everyone comes and goes
So do friends and foes
Where are the women now, now the world turns in reverse
Little by little, we might make better days
When the alcoholics stop falling through puddles
And understand the ripples of time cannot be seen only made

Years have gone
It would be fun
If it didn't end all in just one day of divine romance
Where creation and maintenance falter
Deep purple of fruits lurch into drifting purple haze
Yellow dandelions turn white and fly like cotton seeds
And sunflowers turn to the Sun, to be yellowy ash
Because I do not hope to turn
Not tomorrow nor today
As I desire that man's story
And that man's destiny
Never looking at my past
I will finally have mortgaged my soul
Where spring shall never come to the world
The judgement of man is in his esteem
And his prestige in his distinction
"We are on the verge of extinction"
Singing among the nightingales
Feb 2020 · 42
Armed Forces
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
If I could send an empty
Page, I would have to recall
Your life
It could appear on numerous leaflets
Like sun shade comely as none at all
Money banks and padlocks on her Hessian father's door
I escaped from his house to reach your doorstep
Only to leave with mobs
That's why my life is life to no one liberty at all
Living nor dead, I saw into the heart of the light
I had heart none, no words spoke
Before my mouth opened
With kisses you came into my life, and the crowd
Rabble roused
I don't want to be aroused without freedom to live for
Feb 2020 · 37
Feather
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
If I could be anyone
I would be a feather
That appears out of nowhere
But, so sure of it's destination
Regardless of the journey
Like a plastic bag moving with moxie
Strangers in the dark, night comes mysterious
Or an untouchable plaster ceiling in the Basilica among invisible realms
Or maybe even like Mozart's allegros played every so vividly
The quills tally the wind and scuttled through wind
Saddled the stirrups of God's horses of black gold
Petroleum queen, you'll never find these deities
With your golden hair, you let your visage show and guard down
Where the women come and go
And talk of Michaelangelo
If you're a friend I'll let you accompany me indeed
Our journey needs soldiers and serves the Queen of the Bastion
Or when you find the servant is your master
Or when you find angels have swords and ***** souls too
You'll fly on the heat and tides of time
Like a cotton flower do
Feb 2020 · 38
Don't Forget Us
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
My life is strewn
By frogs that live in mud
And the cricket that has a dead beat
Butterflies on the street
But, the walls don't hear me
Only the people do who are stuck with me
I am just another brick in the wall
But, I'll hear you out
In this vast crowd of lonelier people
Who know loneliness act friendliest
They know true friendship
My memories remind me to not forget the people in them
Ever have that feeling after reading a Frost poem
That your life is consisted of choices
But, the lack of freedom to make the right one
So, you push yourself to make a choice at least
Making sure you don't hurt your feelings
And break someone's heart while playing your part
Feb 2020 · 20
Seamless
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
If we walk as strangers
We meet as pretenders
When we talk as foreigners
We understand each other as natives
If we tread together
Then we walk far from each other
My heart lingers on
What we have common
But, my heart can't mend these differences
Hence, it is broken at the seams
Life is truly beautiful
Feb 2020 · 21
Company Comes Suddenly
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
You are as bright as the sun
When the moon comes
You are always there
Even when you are nowhere to be seen
But, always shining your light on others
And your moonlight on me.
Feb 2020 · 27
Holding On
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
If they ask for a poem
I'll send them my pen
Like they expect me to write anything
In jail
My friends think I'm failure
That's why the pen is mightier than the sword
And the pen represents a world hinged on one word
Love
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
I don't suppose you could ask me out
It's like my future is far
By the time my past mocks me
I am scared of the present
Dancing with leaves of grey ashen color
My friend in friendship's jobless journey.
Alas! It's too soon
Saintly motorcyclists do in highway hostility
We chased the dainty sun under a broken boulevard
On a sea of endless possibilities
Buddhahood and attained enlightenment Now without words burning bright
Ordinary people think it's a spoof
My lover loves like the angels
You can see her in a stream of blue
More saintly charm
Than the tanned pink skies of autumn
I yearn to make someone slyly grin
Just overlooking the Starnbergesee
As they shrug off their mortal coil
Feb 2020 · 28
Graceful Sleep
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
It is surprising
How motivation can be found
In the loneliest people
And gracefully welcome them
Since they are the ones who talk
For hours about their loneliness
So motivated to be part of the whole
But botherations come
After all allegations come I'm an owl awake at night, and I can't sleep
Therefore I'm a bird at day
When I escape a hole
And finally see the light
I'll find your inner voice
With it comes ability and avoidance
You have to learn to love yourself
I'll be a part of the whole world if you let me sleep peacefully
But, I have many miles to keep
And seeds to reap
Feb 2020 · 12
It's All In Heart
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
Love is blind
But it has the determination to
Pull someone close to you
Feb 2020 · 34
Elated and Escalated
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
Sometimes you
Make me so happy
That my crying soul leaves
Its body in elation
Not like an angel burning his joy for the heavenly death
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
I write poems for people
Dreaming of Spain
But, my heart's here
Feb 2020 · 17
Useless! Useless!
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
I don't know you
Stranger, but it's
Useless not talking
Feb 2020 · 51
Nightfly
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
Standing tough
The stars shine bright
Made of sterner stuff
On a sky made of graphite and glitter
The nightly burns of Blake-light
On the furnace of the moon
Feb 2020 · 40
Bringing Them Home
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
Attica, Attica they cried on the main street
Are they breaking pig pennies or dogged bones
In the pigpen the cops tie up the good ones
With the black ones getting the kicks, often the disease

And black boots of Spanish leather rubbed out the compound
A crooked man, said the road's dead ahead
Some might complain
That ain't much too much, after all

Many try to put you in a lurch
They kicked the habit
Let God in and got out
Today they turned their cash to churches

Loose from scandalous air
The banks are broke
What have we got to lose?
It's now or never, as we despair

Earned himself bows and arrows from green-eyed cops
When he opened the platform for talk
He tightened the noose on his neck
He had paid his dues, shot in the back

Like his friends in jailhouse
Will he bury the hatchet
Hello, why don't you ask him?
Because he's in prison?

If they neglect the shock
Peeking here
Stalking there
They'll leave with their empty cold hands, bankrupt
The Attica Prison riot of 1971 took place at Attica Correctional Facility in New York. During morning roll-call on September 9, the 5 Company inmates heard that one of their fellow block-mates was going to be held, isolated in his cell. A group of protesters broke the roll call line to go back to their own cells in solidarity. Rather than remaining in their cells, the group freed the isolated prisoner and they all went to breakfast. When the command staff was alerted of what transpired, they hastily changed the 5 Company schedule. Rather than going outside as they typically would, the inmates and corrections officer (CO) found the door to be locked.
When more COs arrived to bring the prisoners to their cells, an angry inmate assaulted an officer and the riot began. The inmates quickly gained control of the D-yard, two tunnels, and the central control room known as Times Square. The inmates took 42 COs and civilians hostage and produced a list of grievances demanding their conditions be met before ending the rebellion.

Frank “*******” Smith, was appointed head of security over the negotiations and kept the hostages and the observers safe. Over the next four days of negotiations, authorities agreed to many of the prisoner’s demands but refused to give amnesty from prosecution for the prison takeover nor was the removal of Attica’s superintendent agreed to. The negotiations were led by 21-year-old inmate, Elliott James “L.D.” Barkley, who would be killed when the prison was retaken.
Feb 2020 · 28
Yesterday
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
The road travels downward
It travels further
Just let the sunshine in
Summer's trying to touch your skin
Like the nights try to bring sleep
These days may leave behind us daydreams
But we know not what tomorrow brings
You can mock me in this circle game
If you are born an actor
You may die a loser
If you are born today
You may live to pay for the forgotten ones
I guess I am a loser
But, at least I wasn't born yesterday
I'm ahead in the race with promises
Sorrows that I don't lack
Tomorrow comes again allowing today
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
Make my life wonderful
Some meet we will too
When I repay the favour full
Such is my love toward your will too still
My laugh would walk to you
Leaving a smile everywhere
As far as the eye could gather
I'm misplaced like a case of butter on the larder
Or a butterfly in the corner
Like a moth drawn to the lantern
Many said let us take the light and find our way
As it grew darker behind, beginning of a new wage
Feb 2020 · 26
August Augury
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
June made promises
That I plan on keeping
It was July who kept Them forever in missed dues
Next year, August, handed me my month's notice saying I missed you
Will have a new checklist for two week's pay for you
Thanks to the writers of gossip columns and sausages to assuage my guilt too
As I have my feet and heart dreaming of the obscene odes on widowed pavements
Where I cannot live with a family, a truth
Such are the streets, as homeless people are always broken fools
Wisdom or unwisdom
With or without you
Feb 2020 · 42
Cuppa of Black
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
You are so sweet
I battered my heart
Trying to mix it in your cup of tea
Feb 2020 · 31
Being Unhe'rd
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
If you could have my heart
You could have it all
If you could have my soul, I swear
In spring, wouldst be in fall
And in winter it would turn cold
Take my heart, as the trees hold the earth
Evergreen as the tempestuous sigh
As I write to thee, being unheard
Feb 2020 · 24
Sunrise
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
My sleep was untoward and deep
So my cowardly dreams shattered in leaps
Atleast I was dancing in front of lazy hearts
Where I lost the art in your eyes
Thus was the depth twas was infinite
My love hath no measure too
I know our pain endorses envelops of love letters under sunsets
I know what does cold charm provide
A fallen lover who has special hope for a dull ache
What lost ones doth do
A knife cuts deeper than love
So how deep is your love I need your stowed jewels
Stories that have been told by ancillary rebels
Who have shared your love with mine so pure
Doth who love can sleep looking for pisces
Come live with me, and we'll find an endless sea
Awake in a dream, not this reality
We can't make a world ours if we exile like merchants
Who fish and net religion and faith
Leaving love behind our riches turn treasured again
My love hath no measure
Your pain is a tyrant's reason
Who hath your love, shall rule the world
I wish I was kind to others
But a part of you is left behind in my knots
Feb 2020 · 23
Life
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
What you start loving
Slowly grows
Into hate as you start living in lows
Much like how we envy those who fly and wish we were winged
God gives us all wings
But sees us as too young
Thus not allowing us to leave the nest too soon
As inamored birds do
Feb 2020 · 34
How To Fly?
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
Birds don't fly
They dodge
Blocks of unseen wind
Feb 2020 · 45
Archaeopteryx
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
Such is her fair complexion
That colored eyes fall false compare to her inner reflections
Within each wing, one lies

The world is a colored place where the monogamous mix
Where women write about colorful costals
I call it la petite mort
And men are black enslaved and powerful in the Pentacostal
Love is monochrome
That can bridge twin wings
Where one rides the ocean rides
The other covets the blue skies in moorish lassitude
Life is childlike and monochromatic
No one waits for the last
Unless they reproduce cash
When will we leave
When will we leave
****, when will we leave money behind
Forever
Such is her complexion that money quantifies it
Feb 2020 · 33
Seasons Of Dubious Life
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
As evidenced
In thine soft eyes
There lay a hardness of obsidian and darkness
Darkest night and ocular sheen
Hypnotize such lasers that shine from her hair
Red and purple with black
The leaves would compliment her head of roses
That leaves crackle under her footstep
If she walks in autumn, then she wanders in summer
If her hair meant to slip through the rug of nature
It would
As her beauty lies in her demeanour
She is a beauty of many seasons
Meet men of many reasons
Feb 2020 · 35
Ghost Of Lovers Live
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
If I travel through air like birds
If my love traveled through spirit
Rough barren land caresses thy seas
As rivers growing old and perennial
They would wave away the dust as war halts slowly
When desert met rivers
I found an oasis in your love
And an ocean in your heart without turmoil
That was the captain of my lost soul
This is the last adventure until I reached center with a ghoul
Until we both found gold under a still silver lining
Circumambulated and emptied into the special wraith, our love

If dust turned to dust
Air turned to air
And ash turned to ashen hand
Everything lives and then dies like ripe fruit that hath fallen
All love needs is a little love to climb
Seraphim, cherub send us blessings in the form of amorous verses such we imbibe
I love thee like a daydream that is puerile indeed
I love thee like a paralyzing nightmare that is the agony
I'd rather be hurt by you
Than untouch your love without your passionate appeal
Let us search pleasure anew
I have many sorrows to keep
I have many sorrows to keep
Before I find the verdant mildew of thy warm sinew
Feb 2020 · 50
Gentle Blight
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
Tither there, where day rises like a mountain
Hither here, comes a tear from the eye of the fallen sparrow
The arms of the clouds envelope the sphere as hair do
So sad and so beautiful
If his hair were wires
Then they'd be most beautiful and black
When Earth will forget us
And we start neglecting mother Earth
Like lovers who have impediments of the albatross
Yet the freedom of birds lost in flight never making it out of the dead sea
So sad yet so beautiful
Such is the curse of looming love
That infects my foliage like a gentle blight
My Lydian weaver, feeding
I'm waiting for your divine providence, my lover
Feb 2020 · 36
Blissful In Appreciation
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
Where the summer skies brightly breeze
The winter passes by meant for us lovers
To warm our cold isolated heart's ease

Her eyes are deeper than my favourite song, but sound simple
When our eyes meet, music and symphonies ring
If I had ample time to describe my mistress, all of the seasons would be in vain
Feb 2020 · 16
Disorientated
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
Of course you were right
People don't **** people
But, I guess you couldn't turn all of us into slops
Could ya try today
And make tomorrow the last one
Or is this goodbye once again
Throw your life into my hands like you have the eye on chance
Chance has no heart it has eye
For the winner who waits all their life to lose
Feb 2020 · 68
Pelican Case
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
If I cannot love myself
Then, I look up to the skies
And wonder how sometimes even the clouds cry
When the weather is so beautiful
Just in case a pelican moves by
Steals my quarter pounder
French Polynesia on my mind, wants me to stay here
Where skies cry and birds fly to Rio de Janeiro
But, the puddles of joy keep me here,happy and without sorrow
There is a special place for an eye of a sparrow that has fallen
Feb 2020 · 21
Restoration
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
My heart is extinguished
By the cool sun that rains
Like blues and blue skies
It's just I have changed
Not the skies, they are the same
Feb 2020 · 45
Starlet Sky
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
If the day breaks as we do
Then when night comes
Do people fall asleep like the sun does breezily
If we love like bees and fish do
Then when your nature comes out oblivious
Do people fall blind like justice does, since, you're cinemascope
If we walk in the footsteps of cultural acts
Do people follow their mothers and fathers or the tracks of their tears
Or wrap their head around what they can't say about their fears
I love your paintings
I can't place any of the seas and wind
I love how it shows tonight's ostentatious highlight
Exorbitant and deliberate, I love your way about
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
May we meet as equals do
May we breath as God breaths creation
May we light up brighter than the moon
Feb 2020 · 67
Accustomed To Her Face
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
Here is you looking at me
Because you were once mine
Strong and alive
Now you shall be set free

The days pass by
I wish the night gave us better dreams
I remembered you with fondness
When you left my heart broken like a neglected cup

No sooner water flowed
Rivers overwhelmed by storms
Oceans by seas
Hurricanes raged towns and cities stowed

There was something beautiful inside
That never saw the light of day
It just is as crepuscular as a bad dream
That dreams are made of beauty

Unforgettable beauty lies in birds whose flight
One cannot judge lest they spread too far their wings
From the darkest eclipse
She was attired in the sun's warmth and hid the secondary light

After all, justice is blind
Like an ebullient cornet playing
Looking for symphony and awoke by purpose
Her life is music to remember
And home to the homeless

Autumn with thou angels breath
I'm accustomed to her face
Like reeds moving in and out of the wind
Touching the seasons four o'clock each day
Feb 2020 · 24
Hopeless In Love
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
She adorns the day
She strides through lampshade
Like moonlight walked in during the dawn
She wears the beauty of thousand oceans
In her eyes I have to find the depths of such solace
Such is the stillness
If one can be so dark at night and bright in the day
She is the invisible immaculate conception
Called love at first sight
She just might exist
Feb 2020 · 36
Why Do I Compare You
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
Mindfulness is a crucial thing
It allows us to be different
From romantic and unfeeling
If you feel my verses incorporate spirituality
Your idea of love is beautiful, then your mind shines brighter than the stars
And my fingers have burnt trying to count them out among women
Holiness is a beautiful thing
It is different
From being human or Godly
Such is the primal nature
When we may seek pleasures unknown
Or don't seek them at all
I do not judge such a maculate jaguar such if asked
Your skin has far more fairness than compare
If the darkest skies had your eyes in their corpus
The moon would look for the clouds like a weary wanderer
Such is your light, which unconditional makes others envious
I a being love your every part that hopes you shine on my stride
As I step out of the seas beyond comparison
Why do I compare when I'm glad to be alive
It's because you never ask me what could be wrong in being amorous
Feb 2020 · 26
Dusk and Dawn
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
We could sculpt our minds
We could cut our helms with glasses
Like water that takes form in gardens of unseen beauty
Which keep them alive underground
However, we are cut from the same knife
We are cut into malleable toil
Shaped from dusk till dawn
Heard from dull lilacs in the soil
I am a flower
I am a flower
I am a flower...
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