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Feb 2021 · 79
Love Needs Trust
Aditya Roy Feb 2021
Let's take a little time
Before we assume what we know
And decide that what we believe
Is right

We need to read between lines
In case we need be together
In the future
When we get older

We must scale these mountains
And hold the hands of the sun
But, we can't climb
Without trusting ourselves
Feb 2021 · 74
Thousand Eyes
Aditya Roy Feb 2021
Follow me through the waters
The ocean's cold and deep
Broken hearts seek excitement too
Time still moves on through

You fill my eyes with light of a thousand suns
Many days have passed and I've searched for you
In the skies and oceans
But, time still moves on too

I don't believe you will remember me
When you say the sunset is beautiful
I know I am tip-toing along the reflected starlight
And a thousand iridescent eyes of the skies follow us
Feb 2021 · 90
C'est La Amour
Aditya Roy Feb 2021
If you haven't felt the soul crushing joy of being adored
Your arms are yet to be filled with the body of someone
You cherish and adore
It is like adorning a warm sweater in autumn

If you haven't felt the vibrations of the universe when in love
You need to give yourself to her hugs
And she will surrender herself to your charms
With every word and kiss, you shall feel disarmed

If you haven't felt truly complete frisson
You haven't found the right person
Who can level you with her eyes
And disguise
Feb 2021 · 105
Amber Eyes
Aditya Roy Feb 2021
I know I think things the wrong way
But, I don't want to be right
Just like the fire that burns bright
I want to be lost in your eyes

The far away stars are dead
From your love
I get no comfort
But, here I want you once again

If I am lost in your memory
I am found in your touch
You're only human
After all, as dead as a calm lake

I need to be alive
In your arms
But, your embrace
Takes away my smile, leaving only pain
Feb 2021 · 55
Methodical Madness
Aditya Roy Feb 2021
Few get through life
Without spiralling
Out of control
And losing their grip
On
R ea li ty
Feb 2021 · 139
My Reason
Aditya Roy Feb 2021
If you haven't felt joy and love
And your arms long to be touched
Wrap your head around me
Breathe in the air that surrounds me

If you haven't seen my face
As you need to every morning
Imagine giving yourself to my warmth
And let the sun touch your skin

If you aren't excited by love anymore
Remember I am always with you
In soul and in the leaves of trees
And in the rustling twigs, you snap under your feet

If you miss my embrace
And are looking for a love in the stars
Remember that I dance in the light of your sweetness
You are the reason I am alive and my grace

I think this is more beautiful
Than a passionate kiss and a shallow promise
More profound than a fleeting glimpse of the future
You are my reason for living as of this moment
Feb 2021 · 197
Not A Protest
Aditya Roy Feb 2021
It's not a sign board that says
"Go away"
That is a mark of a silent prayer

It is the act of giving the poor a place to stay
When your pockets are empty
And you live in a house of despair

It's not tear gas on the streets
Or hostile stares to the cops
That is a mark of a silent plea

It is the act of kindness that takes heart
When the world hates you and is against you
And takes up it's arms
Acceptance of other's hard work is essential for a democracy. Without it, people will not share a mutual responsibility for each other.
The black man, fearful of the white man, will always be aware that he is an outsider. The white man, in ignorance of this, does not understand the constant fear plaguing him. We need to understand each other more and speak less.
Feb 2021 · 1.1k
Love is... (Haiku)
Aditya Roy Feb 2021
The sun and the moon
In the same sky, not left out
In the cold darkness
I love winter mornings.
Jan 2021 · 298
Wax Wings (Sonnet)
Aditya Roy Jan 2021
Is your ruthless heart brave and emboldened
Does your heart not waver, I know it flies
Birds wither in wait of your golden sun
As blithe wings should with the loveliest of white

Let's fly seas that have remained quite unseen
Air of fair clouds and sweetness of blonde curls
In my cold solace, with the warm silver face alone
Moonbeams rain! We soon make worlds of our own

How we clasp nights not meant to stay
Hope that finds ecstasy in this passage
Will soon be gone at the break of bright day
Yet, what is lost is not mourned, only bit aged

Your presence such old memories it brings
If nearer the sun, I'd melt my wax wings
I tried a Spenserian sonnet. Because it is slow, just how I like my poetry to be.
Jan 2021 · 2.3k
Happy Republic Day
Aditya Roy Jan 2021
No more vibrant bazaars with vegetables lined across carts
No more shouts of vendors piqued with anticipation for the day's sell
No more selling of fruits and poultry to the hordes of families lining near a mandi
I must be on the wrong street, my memory fails me.
No more spices being sold for a day of solace from the midnight cries of a mewling child?
No more rabble of vendors that belong on fields, away from home and from their wives?
Is this even Delhi?
Oh! Look a tricolor map on a desolate stretch of empty push-carts
Why does that torn flag that unites us all hang low in humility?
Where are all the people of the city?
Is that my India putting on a broken disguise?
The only thing holding me together is my dignity
This poem is my take on the Delhi protests.
Jan 2021 · 188
My Story (A Bit of Prose)
Aditya Roy Jan 2021
Making a good poet out of myself in a cheap apartment isn't something I have got planned for myself. Being sobered up to the reality of being an artist, I am aware that a legacy doesn't await me. Stuck in the middle of several choices, I choose the right ones. Only a calmness regarding the endearing moments of life will stay with me after I leave. People will want heartbreak and entertainment years after I'm gone. My story will not provide a catharsis or any form of solace.

Probably, because my story offers cold comforts for one's drug-addled fantasy. The next time I'm in love, depression, and a mess, I will not be writing for the money. I can assure you a deep satisfaction that follows reading my work. I can promise this because I remain disenchanted with my lines.
Like most others, I was a seeker, a mover, a malcontent, and at times a stupid hell-raiser. I was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but I felt somehow that some of us were making real progress, that we had taken an honest road, and that the best of us would inevitably make it over the top. At the same time, I shared a dark suspicion that the life we were leading was a lost cause, that we were all actors, kidding ourselves along on a senseless odyssey. It was the tension between these two poles - a restless idealism on one hand and a sense of impending doom on the other - that kept me going.
Hunter S. Thompson
Jan 2021 · 589
Love Ends
Aditya Roy Jan 2021
No more tears for the virulent girls
No more fears for the deplorable men
Only farewells for the women
And goodbyes is meant for the boys

Destiny has taken a turn tonight
Our paths will cross sometime
My parents told me to look for love
All I do is learn through tropes

The sky is as blue as your eyes
Your ruby red lips are found in the recess of the skies
Your soul is golden as the fleece of the sun
Your cheeks clench in stony silence now

I'm glad you are with me
How long will this last
Heaven knows, but hell awaits
So I am told
A man's character is his fate.
Heraclitus
Jan 2021 · 187
Deep in Isolation
Aditya Roy Jan 2021
Nobody knows what
I feel inside
Because it is a pool of memories
Too deep to swim in
Beyond consolation

Nobody knows the
Pain I deal with daily
Its like a card game I'm addicted to
And a losing one played by fools
Beyond encouragement

Nobody knows the hurt
I carry with me
Its a glass pane that has shattered
And the broken edges have carved out a piece of me
Beyond recognition

Nobody knows the regret
I pull like dead weight
Its as heavy as the sky on earth
It is always hovering over my head
Beyond reconciliation

Such is isolation
Inescapable
Complete.
Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.
Ernest Hemingway
Jan 2021 · 361
Move On
Aditya Roy Jan 2021
It is better this way
I may be numb by now
But I can feel you there
Within each dewy flower
I can smell your presence
And see your stare
I shouldn't stay at the bottom
And I should probably get over you
You over me
(Read This Top to bottom)
This is a reverse poem, I think.
Jan 2021 · 81
I know it's sweet
Aditya Roy Jan 2021
I look at your eyes from the corner of the room
The glimmer of your glasses cover my imagination
Yes I know it's sweet that I'm overhearing your heartbeat
This kind of liking is kind of overbearing too soon

The hail and mistletoe curl into frosty tendrils
I know I'm a bit of *****, you cut your finger on me
I'll gladly **** your thumb and wrap my arms around you
But it's kind of sweet to know you love cheap thrills in the sheets
I don't what I meant to say with this poem.
Jan 2021 · 285
Stars So Far
Aditya Roy Jan 2021
You can be my date
My chocolate cake
Taking my breath away

But, you are the stars in the sky
So far away
Jan 2021 · 269
Kafka's Disease
Aditya Roy Jan 2021
We lay sprawling on the chairs
The light hung from the ceiling as the stars do
Spending the night at the museum
We saw the dead and their skeletons crawl

Soon their impatient breaths turned insidious
I talk about the dead workmen with rotten breath
And the lively crows going to another country
We were stuck in the museum past sunset

Yes, we have work to do before we die
We have to tell the truth and live a lie
Stay back and earn our share
For no one else does care

If we love our life too much
Jan 2021 · 90
Truthful and Simple
Aditya Roy Jan 2021
For a person being alone
Is a form of recluse
Because they have no excuse
For letting people into their tiny worlds

When we grow choosing who we let in
Or world collapses as bricks do
Out comes the dust and rubble
And emptiness subdued

In life there is no taking
After death, nothing follows us
If we leave love below
We shared something human and true
Aditya Roy Jan 2021
I know I miss your heart
I miss your art
Your shapes and curves
I know these are things I miss

As the world turns round from night to day
Your memories last a century
But, there is no solace
From the moments we shared

When I know I miss your arms
I imagine those hands touch the sky
With a little skip and sigh
A lasso steals the sun and the light dies

You brighten up the midnight
Is there anything else I missed?
Yes.
You!
Aditya Roy Jan 2021
Your wings tell me
That you're an albatross in the sky
It's your profound pain
That tells me you're death's kiss

It's my past and heartbreaks
That tells me we're right back to love
But, the mistakes repeat again
Whispers echo in my soul and memories drain me


But, where are we going?
Something else tells me I'll find myself
But, not today
Today I like being lost in your arms
Aditya Roy Jan 2021
My boughs can take on storms
The roots can hold on to wet lands
What lies in the heart of a blue sky
My eyes are lonely and shy

You were my biggest weakness
My strongest desire
A new take on the titles. The old titles were boring me.
Aditya Roy Jan 2021
No time for crying
I am dusty as a clock
I keep looking ahead
To playing our broken records

The rains come in buckets
She rests her head on my denims
On an empty street as open as the ocean
The sunset keeps chasing us

But what tomorrow brings
That the autumn leaf turns
And winter's worry plagues me
If summer is dead, what is change, life, love
Just saying I wrote in a hurry.
Jan 2021 · 541
Destined to win
Aditya Roy Jan 2021
No one knows why I went bad  
When the sun rose, I lost sight of that young brat
As days go by, I'm left with my past
As nights go by, I put on my mask

All I can do is fix the mistakes
Allowing myself to set sail on lakes, first
Letting destiny be my anchor
Its sails are carried by the wind and the water

I may carry on with some abandon
And the victories might come all of a sudden
Yet, the losses do not bother me anyway
I know I am destined to win, today
We made many of them. I have made so many of them, I have lost count of them.
Happy New Year
Dec 2020 · 128
Some can handle pain
Aditya Roy Dec 2020
I lost you on a stormy day
I remember it started raining
And when it stopped pouring

I was left with memories
Birds relishing the storm
Chirping and enjoying the breeze

What have I done
I shattered the windows of your thin soul
Stole the light of your blue eyes

The flowers rot away in an empty tomb
This bird will fly away soon
After the storm eats me alive
Based on my assumption of what love is.
Dec 2020 · 43
Ghost
Aditya Roy Dec 2020
Because I love you
I need you
Maybe, I loved you too much
I was meant to lose you
I lost you in a stream of deletes texts without meaning or purpose.
Dec 2020 · 62
Lover Birds
Aditya Roy Dec 2020
You make time stop for me
Because I don't need to
Run from the past,

You are the present time and my future that has gone past
I can spend the day watching the clouds
And counting the birds like dust in an hourglass

Soon, when we are old as starry nights
We may meet soon as birds do
At the thin line of the horizon of the peach skies
A short poem for lovers on the next day of Christmas.
Dec 2020 · 128
Old Age
Aditya Roy Dec 2020
I am half
Of what I was
But, what counts
Is I live life to the fullest.
I think this one is a good thought.
Dec 2020 · 44
The Mind of a Poet
Aditya Roy Dec 2020
A poet isn't supposed to be beautiful
He is someone who is at the right place
At the wrong time, and makes it right
With his words and mind.
Dec 2020 · 55
Because
Aditya Roy Dec 2020
You thought about me
I pitied my worn state
I thought about you
Now I ******* up
Maybe.
Dec 2020 · 93
What is Love?
Aditya Roy Dec 2020
For those giving up on the end of the tunnel
The last shadow stands in the way of your travels
For those who have given up on happiness
The last answer will clear the fog of questions
For those who cannot conquer fear
This is your last burden to bear
For those who have given up on love
Don't. There is no why.
Thinking of my readers.
Dec 2020 · 193
Winter Love
Aditya Roy Dec 2020
You are a coat of many colors
A picture of different frames
You capture life in its essence
But, when winter comes
You'll be my coat and cane
Your kisses will be the summer
That I still desire to this day
Sorry for the hiatus. But you know how inspiration is.
Dec 2020 · 169
Her Warmth
Aditya Roy Dec 2020
Like sprightly spring and autumn's boredom
We are two lovers, different from another
Cold as cold is, the old man holds a sneeze in
With war around, vulnerable people wash their sins

A snowflake sits on the roof, melting overhead
The sun shimmering, as cleansing as an ablution
Underneath two crystal gazers cover the grass
Warmth to warmth, ashen leaves and stalk

Thistle to thicket, the birch covers the sun, a gas giant
Her eyes encompass all as eagles perched atop everyone
Grey with age, blue, gelid like ice, looking for some silver
The mountains echo her eternal reflection that disturb the conifers
I wrote this as a meditation on the art of language and the concept of its usage. Language and rhyme are intricately webbed in this poem to form a melange of imagery.
Dec 2020 · 43
Love in Vain
Aditya Roy Dec 2020
Crying in vain
It's a teenage flame
Never free again
Dec 2020 · 46
Haikus in Heaven
Aditya Roy Dec 2020
I guess you love me for sentiment
That's why I think I can live forever
But, let's begin from the start

The heaven for us, we'll share and nurture
For I know that's it is love and much more
Maybe, its why I adore with all my heart

Your innocence and beauty
So different from one another
We share something that grows
Three line shorts.
Aditya Roy Dec 2020
How's the sea without your kisses
That usher in the death of many suns
When the day is done, the sunset is for us
But, you aren't there, I wish you were

In an eternal sleep, celebrating our adolescence
On the salty air, seagulls float without care
We could be just like them, and when the sun comes
I just want you sleeping beside me, and you no longer awake

Counting sheep to keep that fragility so cherished
In an embrace, a calm will break every inchoate barrier
With an influx of waves keeping the depression away
We will be sitting on the dock of the bay
Its a poem, except a lofi mix...
Dec 2020 · 1.1k
Your Brown Eyes
Aditya Roy Dec 2020
Your love feels right
The night is just right
Because we both have brown eyes
I see yours are darker

As I scour through the layers for hours
Redness of your cheeks make them beautiful
Its the simple act of loving someone
That makes me feel so good about brown eyes

When I wanted to have hazel ones
That look purple in dawn
Green in the seaside house
Blue in the reflection of the water

I look deeper into those tiny irises
My sun rises and sets in them
We share the whole day, lost in an embrace
Held by a stare, arms around each other

Wrapping our love in our heads on the first date
I dare you, to love someone like I did you on the first kiss
First Date of my life
Dec 2020 · 90
Girls wanna have fun
Aditya Roy Dec 2020
To me all girls look the same
The women who love having fun
Look as indistinguishable as each petal
On a flower under the radiant sunshine
But, girls become women
Dreams become reality
Everyone undergoes change
Change is constant
But, transformation is rare
Girl, you'll be a woman someday
One of my rare poems.
Nov 2020 · 1.4k
Kintsugi
Aditya Roy Nov 2020
A butterfly flutters
Through the breeze
The wind healing its broken wings
I finally tried this theme after a long time.
By now, most of you will know what this Japanese term means.
Nov 2020 · 41
I don't think...
Aditya Roy Nov 2020
I could tell you
How the rain feels
When it falls on my face
So, I show you a rainbow

I don't think
I could tell you
How much the stars shine
When they fall through the universal periphery
So, I make a wish for you

I could tell you
How much your kisses mean to me
When we are far apart
Because, you know I'm glad you're with me
Love songs are sweet. But, heartbreak is the antidote for writer's block.
Nov 2020 · 163
Thin Lines
Aditya Roy Nov 2020
I want to **** myself
On a lonely night
When the pain is shared
By estranged lovers, and none is left for me

God only knows
I can only take so much sadness
Shattered glass is sharp
But the distance between us breaks my heart, first

In Walt Whitman's words
I'll never die of hopelessness
And my very flesh will make a poem
With an honest ending for my friends


I want you to hold my hands
So, I don't have to drown in pity
I shall cut a tuft of chartreuse grass
From the fields of the after life

As Orpheus did to his, to save his love
From the thin lines of hell
I want to **** myself
At midnight on a full moon, because you will be looking at the sky
Nov 2020 · 134
Still You Stay
Aditya Roy Nov 2020
Since, you've been gone
I can do what I want
There's so much this heart longs

Its been ten hours, since I last called
I don't know if you're still alive
In my head

Nothing dies, it's no surprise
After all the drinks and friends
You're still in my head
Nov 2020 · 67
When I'm Gone
Aditya Roy Nov 2020
So unfortunate, but wise.
Can't we keep smiling
Is this the radio on which you listen on
Or my life

I'll hold up this disguise
Calling you in the night
This is the freedom I want
I pray you will come back

I've wasted all these years
Fearing, you will never leave me
So, I touch myself in the mirror
Holding myself together after all these years
When I'm Gone
You won't be here
And that's what hurts.
Nov 2020 · 247
Lovesick
Aditya Roy Nov 2020
I'll search the towns
The sun is ours
Let us live
Like these are our last hours

Everyday I relive this time
I will never feel alive
I will never give up this fight
Like these are our last hours

As we are lost in them
Your tears come falling instead
The pain just ebbs
What was love has now left
Nov 2020 · 187
Secret Diary
Aditya Roy Nov 2020
Flowers, diaries on the shelves
I wonder if they still are worth my while
Flowers, diaries on the shelves
The leaves that have gone dry by sitting there

Crisp under my feet
Amidst the thatch and thicket of words
Overhead the images of her lurk
In the pages of my diary now begging for a lover

Flowers in the bright fluorescence of eclipses tonight
Clasping the sunset, hoping the light never dies
As aging does to a venerable man
Shall my heart be left without a captain?

The pages have dust settled in them
Much like the crusted windows of a dingy inn
I had more than a crush by my teenage years
I was a victim once, until I let go of my fears

All my life's a stage, but I've played my part
Moaning the conviction I lacked from the start
Flowers, diaries on the shelves caked in dust
All that is alive tonight is the lust
I hope you like my poem :)
Nov 2020 · 48
Love with Monday Blues
Aditya Roy Nov 2020
Some girls tie their hair
Others let it float over their shoulder
I love them all just the same
But, when you open yours
I fall in love again
The hours and hours spin, spin around

Give me your everything
When you love me
I know that smile is brighter than the sun
But, we're so far
That I haven't seen the light in a long time
You're all I've got in the endless dark
Nov 2020 · 172
Unheard
Aditya Roy Nov 2020
I've grown to love life
A bit more, each day
When the night comes
My hold on life shall slip away
Nov 2020 · 107
Success
Aditya Roy Nov 2020
You may teach your children to become successful
They will take your advice, but choose not to listen
You can ask your children to be kind
They will be pleasant to you, but not give you their time

You can ask your children to love you
They will love you, but not tell you the truth
You can ask your children to thank you
They will be thankful, but not grateful

You can ask your children to be a good human being
They will baulk to accept such ambiguity
You can ask your children not to miss you
They will be regretful of all their choices, despite their victory
Hope you like it.
Nov 2020 · 150
Horror
Aditya Roy Nov 2020
Sometimes,
The monsters under our bed
Live inside our head

Sometimes,
Ghosts and ghouls cannot be seen
Because they chose not to see the living

That is the horror of life
Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.
Nov 2020 · 74
Haikutie
Aditya Roy Nov 2020
Just because I say Hello
Means I'm comfortable saying
Goodbye
Too many haikus to count.
Nov 2020 · 159
Cigarettes after sex
Aditya Roy Nov 2020
She was the fire
I was the yellow fog lining the skies

Crusting on the window of those ruby eyes
But, my heart never saw the light

Instead, I smoked away her lip-stained cigarettes
Making small banter about our ***

We could pillow talk through the night
Instead, we went ahead and brought up a child

She lit a fire in my soul
We made love, as I poked the coal
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