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Jul 2021 · 103
Poison
Aditya Roy Jul 2021
Family y'know feels nice
I know this is what life
Has led up to or culminated in
A suspense thriller, a job, an income

I have let go of the fast life
Drugs, liquor, and cigarettes
And exchanged it for a slow poison
A beauty in bed, two children, groceries that last a week

Three pounds of butter in the fridge
I have kept in there, so that she burns
It slowly on the stove
Covering my pancakes with it

I feel good, I haven't felt this way
The cars, trucks, and rickshaws move
All pass my way and the stares of the nearby folk
Mix with the bedlam, I can see a lovely lady's heavy gait

It is all clear to me
That I am married to all of these things
And I cannot divorce myself from my chores
Washing dishes and cleaning the floor, a poor metaphor I know

Soon I'll go home to the countryside
Swing from a hammock in the careless breeze
Before I swing under a fan with a noose around my neck
They'll say, he died, but what a shame.

He's no man if he cannot swallow the poison
Day by day
The degree of civilization in a society can be judged by entering its prisons.
Jul 2021 · 71
Phoenix
Aditya Roy Jul 2021
God doesn't care about you
He doesn't care about your job
How much you earn
When you die, you are buried in the dirt
Or burned to a crisp

God doesn't care about how you live
Except you, you worry about your legacy
To be remembered or loved
God doesn't care about all that
He has the whole universe to run

So, what happens when God does exist
And you reach paradise
Will you say God, I could've have done better
But, the people weren't just that nice
God doesn't care about you

He just wants you by his side
A tribute to my best friend's dog. He is alive, but I am damaged.
Jul 2021 · 127
Golden Ring
Aditya Roy Jul 2021
This is all I need
To keep you here
My world is empty
Without your embrace

Where goes the sun
It wishes for someone

On a golden ring

It's okay as long as it is love
But, it hurts and it's no surprise
This is too much to deny
But, that's alright

How much can I hide
There is so much to say
What is going on inside
Is a lover game

On a golden ring
A song based on some chords I just wrote.
Jul 2021 · 85
Literal Break Up
Aditya Roy Jul 2021
I hoped genuinely
That we could be friends
But, you want someone else
As your friend.

Breakup?
Breaking apart
Falling apart
Moving on unsuccessfully

Don't underestimate me
For I show very little emotion
But inside there is an ocean
That can flood lands, but let out a few helpless tears
Here's how a breakup would feel. If only I got into something worth my time.
Aditya Roy Jul 2021
Everything has a soul
Can fly and set sail, find its own
Wings- paper planes, plastic bags, and school skirts
Carried by the wind, dampened by fears

It is in our eyes full of tears
That they find meaning and purpose
In their flight that won't go on for years
God keeps us on our toes safe from our foes
When we help someone else, we come closest to being our best selves. I think we can be our best version of ourselves if we keep trying. But, it is an endless cycle and people might stop you. You need trudge on.
Jul 2021 · 104
Beautiful Boy
Aditya Roy Jul 2021
Cradled in my arms
Curls falling in the sleeping streets
Of my legs
I have fallen for your charms
An eye-opening poem for me. This year has been difficult for us.
Jul 2021 · 73
It Shines Deeply
Aditya Roy Jul 2021
Let the sun embrace the heart's darkness
As the cars move past the journey of your life
You hear every bump of the road and feel every turn
As the light shines through

When the Sun shows up
Its light drives straight to my heart
And twists and turns of life
Will never drive us apart
A poem done in collaboration. I have met many talented artists on this platform. And I will keep writing poems for my readers. Do follow if you enjoy my writings. As it motivates me to write more and more.
Jul 2021 · 97
Occam's Razor
Aditya Roy Jul 2021
Take a subject
And make it human
And the concept is accessible to the public
That is wisdom
Jul 2021 · 96
Deaf and Dumb
Aditya Roy Jul 2021
Press your ears against her
Heart
And tell the world she was beautiful
With yours
Note for the day: Be kind to your future lovers.
Jul 2021 · 106
Just jump
Aditya Roy Jul 2021
It is frightening
So, I say don't give in to the inner critic
Spend it praying tomorrow

Love can be beautiful
Accept it
The heart needs direction

The heart is foolish
It just loves
Give it a brain to rely on

What once made up the moments
That brought us so much joy
Become a blur
And no one is to blame for that

Just accept you were wrong
A poet's essay on love.
Jul 2021 · 353
My Love Story
Aditya Roy Jul 2021
I want to read a book
With you, with my head
On your lap under your hair
Made of dreams and desire

With scents and fiery warmth
Resting in eyes of cool oceans
Watching the sunrise in those pages
Made from your features possessed
Her flesh is the summer rain
Warm, yet unexpected
She is naked but rare
Jul 2021 · 80
Identity
Aditya Roy Jul 2021
Rushing through the days, tomorrow anew
Your voice never falters, just reading
Through newspapers too

Your constant digging at my emotions
Searchin' for an underlying problem
The nights are the same, we laugh again?

Sleepless, on the extremes of the bed
On the opposites ends of the world
The curtains kiss the wind, why don't we?
Marriage is difficult, but difficult can't be easy. That's the way it is.
Jul 2021 · 95
Saturday Writes
Aditya Roy Jul 2021
If your mind is full
It's time to fill your page
With empty words
Till your heart is content
A long time my friends. Let's be friends for the long term.
Jun 2021 · 80
A Love Like THIS
Aditya Roy Jun 2021
A man makes a dying wish
A girl breaks his promises
Hours pass us by, so does life

The candidate carries his stamped papers
And is mistaken for a beggar by the commissioner
He's lost but found

The train of life reaches a close
And the stories keep losing their prose
You will meet someone

The curse will be on those who fear death by fire
Forget the goal, let it come when it will
Tell them what you saw was beautiful
Jun 2021 · 129
A Protest March
Aditya Roy Jun 2021
The wind pressed its ears against the window
The prisoner of the house listened intently
To the howling outside
And the wind could hear the torrent of a broken heart
Emulating every impulse

And grass would be wiped from every meadow
Leaving only dust and rocks gathered neatly
With the protests growing wild
And the fire would break out in the town square
The crowd would pulsate with repulsion for the raging bulls

The prisoner of the house would keep his teapot
Neatly beside his teacups, cured meats, and salt shakers
Meticulously tidying his room till the clothes were piled
Into a single stack of leggings, pants, and blazers
The momentum of the mobs grew louder

Each fellow entered the street
In a slew of curses, and accompanying picketing folk
They were all holding scarecrows and burning cars
The whole town was dead and the hearts were on fire
The raging fire couldn't be tamed by the cold

Those imprisoned in their house
Had never seen such a fire
But they only heard the wind with intent ears
And carried on their daily tasks in lonely homes
And the fields were empty, and the streets were in tears
Jun 2021 · 175
Mermaid
Aditya Roy Jun 2021
A couple of broken words
Laying crestfallen
Unhappy by the shore
You touch them with your kiss
And the water with your hips
They become a poem that drips from your hair
Lay with me in the sand
And the unhappy words
With their crestfallen syllables
Will join hands
As the ocean finds its mermaid
Jun 2021 · 151
Finding My Voice
Aditya Roy Jun 2021
Living is difficult
Easy is simple
Love is felt
Living is love
Living is difficult
Easy is simple
Love is felt
It isn't easy living
Without love
Being simple is difficult
Jun 2021 · 141
Feeling The Pain
Aditya Roy Jun 2021
I'm a vagabond
I'm a bag of bones
I'm your skeleton
Held up by a beating heart
And flowing blood vessels
Carrying a steady mind
On an unsteady brain
Shook by the wind
Untouched by the rain
Jun 2021 · 225
My List
Aditya Roy Jun 2021
Nite owls on fragile twigs
A sparrow on the edge of a flowering branch
A crimson rose bush in full bloom
You notice this

Your laugh
Your hair
Your kiss
I will remember this
A short poem for lovers.
Jun 2021 · 115
Way of The Stars II
Aditya Roy Jun 2021
I'd like to believe that our bodies
Are made of stardust
But, when I'm without you
My love is lost in the vastness of space

It will take lightyears of searching
And the cosmos shall bid our lonely planet
Farewell
Being apart in body and soul.
Jun 2021 · 213
A Child
Aditya Roy Jun 2021
It is the process of revealing oneself through which one can understand their infirmities and their powerless nature. Successful people will always build their lives around others. Because they are people who want to hear what they want to hear. But, being rich doesn't mean you automatically subjugate yourselves to the weaker philosophy and opinion of the crowd.

But, when we realize that we are different from the rest, therein lies our uniformity. In that clarity, you can see that your life is a search for individual truth. What is being unique?

Instead of a truth that is of cosmic proportions, we find ourselves in an abyss.

A child akin to his parents will think of how he can model himself. Notwithstanding, the parentage of a child becomes a vital factor in the moral upbringing of children. But, a child should be allowed to lead a life among the forests, oceans, and leaves rustling languidly. Thus, pursuing an education in the caprice of the divine and the grace of Earth.

That grace is not available in strictness of the cane, but it flows in the wings of birds.

Instead of forcing conformity on an infant, the perfect mother should propose that a child chose a path. They will react to the stimuli present in schoolyards, playgrounds, social gatherings. Later, a child explores a form of conscious intelligence. Here are places where children feel pressured to excel and become self-aware. But, that self-awareness comes from how close a child is to his parents. A child will never model his behavior to his parents unless he loves one of them more than the other. In other words, he respects one parent the more. It is enough for his subconscious to devise a manner in which he finds a partner similar to the parent he loves. But, the sole burden of pleasing the parent he respects forces him to model himself to the parent he respects.

In some ways, the partner a man chooses is someone he can never be. Free in the ways of the world, one with nature. In short, a child at heart.

This individual is made up of his prejudices, influences, and his little world of interests. Yet, instead of following the footsteps of the kinder parent, he replicates the behavior of the domineering figure of the house. A child's mind is made up from the moment he is born.
Small essay on the psychoanalysis of Freudian complexes and how they govern a person's future relationships as well as ****** endeavors.
May 2021 · 494
So Far Yet So Close
Aditya Roy May 2021
If we lay in a field of grass
I will still love you
As I look at the stars
And you'll be up there

I on Earth far away
Writing this poem
So, distant from you
You will be so close too

In the crevice of my heart
In the lines of this poem
I shall grant you a space
In songs, books, and art

You flee like a rainbow after showers
And I still remember you in those little things
Even though my poem won't feel the same
But, in our memories we are still in that field

In the grass, carefree and restless
Youngsters looking at the sparrows so far apart
That the clouds can almost fit into the picture
Ah yes, the cloudy sky, the rusted leaves, and that old shack

But, I am uncertain of my memory
You are no longer there to correct me
There must have been a tire swing, my heart knows
I may not remember much, my mind is old

But, the puddles on this sunlit street
Have they gotten bigger or I older?
Unable to jump over them
Like an agile fox

And as I part my hair like you once did affectionately
I keep saying old habits die hard
But, why do
People always leave?
I posted this poem on Facebook and asked people to suggest a title.
One alternative I used for another poem. And I have one in reserve.
Seems like random friends are better at coming up with attractive titles than I am. Like what?
May 2021 · 128
Lost Fish
Aditya Roy May 2021
Let me take you to a world
A world without words
Where the fish daydream of sunlight
And have nightmares too

It is here where we find love and the lonely touch
Being so far yet so close
Lost in the embrace of the past
That lets us go every day into the welcoming arms

Of the future, away from hunger
I just saw what I did to someone.
And I realized change is worse than realization.
May 2021 · 209
Promise
Aditya Roy May 2021
Love will come into your life
As sure as the stars in the night sky
Just don't become crestfallen
When you lose sight of them at dawn
A tomorrow of promise is better than a commitment
At times
May 2021 · 126
Put Yourself Together
Aditya Roy May 2021
It is amazing how
Distance can separate two people
In heart and soul, only to heal them
May 2021 · 376
From Grass To Clouds
Aditya Roy May 2021
The stars wanted to take me
The night sky wanted to cover me in black
The grass wanted to absorb me
The clouds wanted to rain on me
Why couldn't it be in your nature
To accept me for what I lack
A title suggested by a friend. This is I repeat, is not a poem on nature.
May 2021 · 2.4k
Kintsugi
Aditya Roy May 2021
Our inner demons hide behind
The cracks that face forward
Seasoned by dungeons and darkness
They fill in the holes and cover up the crevices

Soon, my soul will be completely shattered
As your powerful glare becomes the last water drop
This ocean can take
And when the vessel of emotion breaks, it breaks
A poem inspired by Collin, the artist:
Kintsugi is the Japanese art of melding the areas of breakage of broken pottery with lacquer dusted with powdered precious metals. It is similar to the maki-e technique.
May 2021 · 406
Delicate Stem
Aditya Roy May 2021
She is beautiful
Like a tulip in a garden
If you water her
She will grow from bud to blossom

If you nurture her
She will let out a scent
That is both characteristic of her
And distinctly sweet

If you pluck it
Only to put her in a vase
She will still make you feel special
As she bleeds in the water
I had a friend who used to cut himself out of guilt. But, what it does is enhance the cycle of feeling guilty. You cut out of guilt, but feel guilty that you cut because you shouldn't like it. But, it feels "so good." I understand why people feel so bad, but cutting is never the answer. Neither is heartbreak an excuse for it.

The last line refers to something similar that happens.
May 2021 · 130
Haiku on kindness
Aditya Roy May 2021
Sunflowers lead us
Toward the direction
Of light, please don't pluck
May 2021 · 144
Arms Wide Open
Aditya Roy May 2021
Is it only I that sits alone
Waiting for the coming of the next bus
On a desolate stretch of road with no one
Among us, with only my thoughts to keep
Me company

Is it only my life that serves as a reminder
That I am truly at peace when I have no one
Beside me, in my arms, to talk to at
Midnight under the blankets at 3 am
In a haze of agony and bitterness

Maybe, it is only me
And I am with myself knowingly
Waiting for the road to end, and the bus will never
Arrive for a bystander like me, but the doors
Of a better life are open to the man looking for acceptance

I'm God's lonely man. And I need redemption.
May 2021 · 80
Make Your Flesh A Poem
Aditya Roy May 2021
Make your life an eloquent love letter that touches hearts
Your flesh a surreal metaphor that knows a loving touch
Your blood the persistent rhyme that cradles a generation
What flows through verse after verse are your lines

Make the verse as powerful as you can in your mind
Touch it with sensation and imagination
It is your poem after all, your celebration
Pour rain on the final line with a hint of persimmon

You shall live on in the hearts of men and women
With a kind of climactic end, that makes lovers sigh
It is your lines that makes the poem a powerful autumn
And your creative struggle relevant to the current generation

Make your flesh a love poem.
Aditya Roy May 2021
In a forest of blue lakes and green shrubs
Finding a rose is simple
And we don't mind getting stung by a bee
Such is the beauty of an ecosystem that has little lilies

If you like flowers, you will love the green leaves
On the trees that are in ample amounts
As long as you don't mind getting kicked by a deer
Such is the magnificence of the rainforest

Imagine that forest offered flowers for your hair
Would you mind if she cried once in a while
As long as you don't have to wipe her tears, right?
Such is the innocence of human nature, let us appreciate it
May 2021 · 75
Self-Esteem Is Beautiful
Aditya Roy May 2021
For those who are waiting to pay the price
For pursuing excellence
There is a special place in heaven
With a special sign that says

"You don't belong here, my friend."
Stay with us, your family will miss you
Be happy and safe
You matter to us in many ways
May 2021 · 91
Fear of the Bold Risks
Aditya Roy May 2021
The broken soul is rough around the edges
The broken mind is chained to the past
But, a broken heart is the worst
It avoids the future out of fear

But, how can one truly be happy
Without taking a risk
Or leaping without a safety net
Then, we have to be content with what we have

A broken heart, a broken soul, a broken mind makes a person bold enough
They at least tried
May 2021 · 69
Selfless Magic
Aditya Roy May 2021
The magic of innocence
Lies in absolute deception
Those who are really guileless
Can never deceive the deceiver
And give themselves

But, they are able to love them
It depends on them if they pretend
To care for such people wholeheartedly!
May 2021 · 91
Heartbroken
Aditya Roy May 2021
Love is so beautiful
That it can fill you
And take shape in those imperfections
But, it is also powerful like an ocean

Too powerful for a broken cup...
May 2021 · 936
Only you
Aditya Roy May 2021
When the sun sets on
A concrete horizon
Full of skyscrapers and promise
I think of you
And all of it turns to stardust
In the clear night sky
Only you can do that
I'm not sure whom I thought of when I wrote this. I guess need a connection in my life.
May 2021 · 80
Young Gun
Aditya Roy May 2021
Does anyone wonder
If living right and true
Is better than making the most of youth
Than having dignity in death in spite of what we don't know

Might we both live as one soul
In the green grass and swim among the moles
That dig out their noses out into the sun
Looking for love on quiet day
When the heat seeks their foreheads

In a backyard.
May 2021 · 82
Dinner At Eight
Aditya Roy May 2021
Ate
Cheese sandwiches at McSorley's
With cheese strings hanging
With Kenneth Roxroth
On my broken shoulder
And Dylan Thomas
The four ales and the book of poems
Gave me an appetite at eight
May 2021 · 109
Women In Love
Aditya Roy May 2021
Women are afraid of love
Because it is like
A knife twisting in your abdomen
Deep inside

And they cannot handle
The anguish of seeing men
Under such pain
For the love they cannot give
May 2021 · 67
My Silence, My Reason
Aditya Roy May 2021
The endless sea seems
Vacant and empty without
You holding my arms in a silent embrace
The sun kissing my acquiescent face
And touching the crescendoing waves

Many years had gone by in random places
It is a feeling as much as a ship sailing by
Looking for a stretch of land full of people
The ship is unable to anchor to any shore
It is still searching for a reason to stop

But, the birds swoop through valleys
Mount the curves of crescent lakes
That once meandered through rainforests
And stay in the clear skies away from the rush
They bask in that beautiful hush
May 2021 · 90
Experience Of Time
Aditya Roy May 2021
From down there
We know you can't climb out
The Lord won't hear you
He thinks nothing is wrong

She knows that you're wailing for love
She knows that you're waiting for her
The moment's gone, time's passed
The past is gone, all there is is now on
Apr 2021 · 91
Oxygen Crisis
Aditya Roy Apr 2021
I kept looking for you in the people, helplessly
Hoping this clear night could have just a little less empty
Life had other plans set aside for you and me
I dreamed of having kids and something more for free

I'm selling souls by the quick dime for a moment of paradise
You're selling prescriptions for people in a convincing disguise
Trying to pay for my vices, I'm not the only one
Can you picture this and I've got it all done

Mondays were the best days
Tuesdays and Wednesdays passed away in the worst way
We could spend Thursday night, instead we'd lose sight of Sunday
I wonder how we even made it this far into the night

Those colored dreams turned into nightmares
And troubled time conjured up more pain, hopelessly ensnared
I wish I could brought it in with my hard-earned pay
To the table, but we spent it on cheap stuff anyway

I wonder how you're gonna resist this
If I leave, you won't even follow me
To the depths of hell, can you picture this
Now we need a fix for this oxygen crisis
In a quarantine that has got us all feeling useless
Apr 2021 · 81
Traces
Aditya Roy Apr 2021
I've been waiting for you all my life
Just to rest in your arms
Now you're on my mind
See if I give a **** tonight

If I kick myself for loving you
Will you be there to save me
Because I know you won't care
As long as you've vanished without a trace
Apr 2021 · 89
An Ode To Your Self
Aditya Roy Apr 2021
In opportunity and benefit
Honest lovers are passionate
So, they share the moonlight and stumble forth
Onto endless opportunity and mirth

Truth shows after a while, so does nature
Turns after a while, ripe and mature
Then, what once was a peaceful affair
Becomes a burden, that's your love's future

For the world is only so beautiful
That another woman will deserve your youth
And the universe will not offer the love
You thought yourself entitled to once

Find what makes you gleeful and cherish it
For the day when you no longer are rich
The shared sunset you wished for will be lost soon
And regret of waiting on the dawn will leave you
Apr 2021 · 248
Dissolved
Aditya Roy Apr 2021
Is it better to love or to die
To be free or drown in the light
I am okay with being kind

Time slips and we get ******
And the sand slips away
From underneath my broken legs

I know the waters take me
My love will grow old
And no one will notice my emaciated body

The sun will set on me
And I will finally be hungry for living
I have dissolved into the sea
Dissolved
Apr 2021 · 1.5k
Moving on
Aditya Roy Apr 2021
Why won't you answer my calls?
Does the phone ring off the wall
Are you thinking of him
Why do you rock my world...

I know love's a word away
You just need to say you love me
In a letter posted to the heavens
You shake my earth...

Do you think of me with each season
They'll keep changing
And we won't meet
But, I know we will have changed.

So, move on.
A poem on being single and alone.
Apr 2021 · 113
Silence
Aditya Roy Apr 2021
Nothing is louder than silence
No sound is more pure than
The soundless meditation of souls
And the beating of innocent hearts

Yet, I look for beauty
In an hourglass figure
Behind the reflection of a mirror
The condensed dew of a morning sapling

I know I will never find someone
To complete me in the ways you do
Hell and heaven oppose each other
While silence and emptiness are the closest of friends
This is a poem to mark over 4 years of being single. And I no longer can honor my silence. I hate being alone. So, I will reserve myself to my loneliness.
Apr 2021 · 982
Fire and Fury
Aditya Roy Apr 2021
I wish
To set myself on fire
But, people will talk
Of how I lost the courage to live on

Because that is what they do
In their solitary spaces behind
Church pews and library desks
They remember the few

Some remember them by words
And others keep their ashes
Visit their tombs years later
But, I know my books will be made of the regret that's left

Women will swoon over those coy lines
Their children will hear the tales
That I had concocted on a lonely night
When I gave you my everything
Till then, remember me.
Mar 2021 · 334
Nurture
Aditya Roy Mar 2021
Literature takes a special place in the mind.
Where you can keep practicing reliving mysteries.
Celebrating adventure.
And preserve the childish imagination.

In the form of an enigma.
Where experience meets experience.
Where reality and dreams can coexist.
And there is a thin veneer that separates us all.

Opinion and fact are the same in a work of fiction.
Such is the nature of our perception.
Different from one another.
Existing in all in individual form, immersed in words.

The essence of literature is to rebuild the soul.
And tear the intellectual apart.
By introducing.
Love, peace, and spiritual communion.
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