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179 · Jun 2023
Wish Upon a Star
Aditya Roy Jun 2023
Take me with you
To a place where the stars
Come out at night
And listen to my heartbeat's dying fire

As I wish upon them
Aditya Roy May 2019
Heat is the loneliness of being homely in a world of comfort zones and cold hearts.
Take care poets and writers
179 · Jul 2019
Age Of Enlightment
Aditya Roy Jul 2019
Among the backs of disregarded
There lay some purposeful
However, the literature does not talk
About ambivalence as the students of Aristotle
Such people became conquerors
However, there was some time before the enlightenment reached
The inability to observe is left with others ready to watch
179 · Aug 2019
Communique (Braille)
Aditya Roy Aug 2019
We could read to the blind
If we could hear the deaf
Then, we could speak to the dumb
179 · Nov 2018
Proponents Of War
Aditya Roy Nov 2018
points keep me
In the lines
Of fire
Debate and
War
Altogether
179 · Nov 2020
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
178 · Jul 2019
Destiny Awakening
Aditya Roy Jul 2019
Finding lost lamps in the endless river
Finding lost paths in the endless sea of shiny slivers
Superimposed by cherry blossoms looking to get red, falling like the samurai wind
A metaphorical sword in the word of the kicking and rolling with the deracinated punches
Leers and steers, queers and the prayers comin' in the firm hands and the strutting souls that just can't make it through
Trembling and positive rhapsody, heartbeat flows through these terrible feelings with ease and rough edges
That gives me some relief in the ruins of a time past and has gone ne'er to wait on the cusp of time
The temerity of the weak people gets on the nerves of the patient who wait to test time
Loving you is like a trap, and the journey ends up in the faintest memory
These are things that make the spring lust, undermining everything that I remember

The sunset line can be mistaken for this road of hopeful faith
And opportunity comes with it, and some lost souls find their destiny awakening
Impression and departure, it's just case of arriving somewhere but here in the future of adversity
Fickle lady luck you've made my life, a metaphorical world
Just for a metaphysical girl, in case I just forget
How funny it is when life is times in perspective
Adding a soundtrack too can make it or break it
etudes, classical violins and broken dreams in this town of blue notes and thick smoke and purple groove
Haze doesn't work as a substitute for connective interfaces
Freedom to bucolic cygnets too truant to dream desire and demean
Swimming in the pool with the same ducks and ugly as cracked places
Traces of you, smoldering smitten semaphoring thoughts of someone close to you

Killjoy, repeat joy, you don't say; tell me more about your bebop and hip pop
Hip hop doesn't stop, until the groove is gone and the night as right
I guess I'm to blame for that rap music
Trepidatious isn't it being surreptitious, sounds silence in the dancing dark
Your mountain dog helps you awake in mended ways of a villainous version of systems and resuscitated governments
Of hootenanny, heralding the vernacular and jokes and veritable wine of aged humor, the dogs of the military take it all
Sharing it with the slightly avuncular makes it singularly appealing

Like a rat crossing the vegetations to look for slavery
Forging the plots of the bubonic pathos of plagued souls
Logical isn't how the rebirth died with a topical topsy-turvy thing called metaphors and teenage angst
Tranches and branches, stigmatize these sprigs of hovering forest of the streams of streaming rivers through the Conrad lands of radiance and splendor
Reminding of madness, barren words of the baroness, iridescent memory
Telling us only time could wait for us, and tell us to fly above all these vermins and scar tissues
Sermonize and call the heaven-sent, and ask for destiny awakening, in the crimson red, celestial bodies that resemble celadon
Love is true, till is you, that flows through the river in you
I could tell you till my face is a different hue, I dream of a better time in this place called reality
Reminding myself everything is in reverse, and distant memory is just the closest feeling I recount when each iambic meter states the verses of this timeless life  
Remember from the blues and the acropolis and metropolitan incriminating, all these people going across like fleeting figures of the literary imagination
I could care less, and leave this city too, this is a thought I keep
If I could run away from this destiny too if I wasn't sleeping at the new kid's place in this town, drinking on the borrowed time of strangers
Trenchant, turpitude and tocsin is the truth when it comes to freely loading all your murderous cases of reprise and flickering lamps
True is just me that thinks it's relevant to this germane generation following the natural order, calling it the new substance
Simply railing through this blazing road, I'm on fire
Intermission and comes transience
This hip hop is old and so is the talk of condolences, shot rappers for gold and fake names
Riches from rags, to make homes out of the outbound trembling time that scares common time
And talk of immediate memory, and thespian and tulips blossom similarly
Putting on an act, like the midnight pretenders bending midnight spoons
Surmise and I suppose to be yours if I could get over these brighter stars of the darkness
Make your magnum opus with the correction and subjective precision, that you would show an etherized patient
Terse and cursory, you're spontaneity only syncopates with the silence
The redaction of statements would be criminal and I would rather like your writing on some stolen notebook
Grasping and gaping Centauri, releasing gases like the solar chrome horses
Inane and intermittent, aren't these sunshine beams, God wouldn't want me to be a sagacious beam
In the unforgiven law of the supposed religious belief and the dream weavers, make of the same sky we share
They might mistake the distance of the Sun, for God's light shining on cues
So, says the man who sold the world, to the cumulus accord that governs the capricious desert
Surpassing this law takes some law and serfs, breakfast is served by the smurf-head
The sun shines on us all, especially those who have mouths to feed
And don't understand boulders, unsteady tears, and cologne
They revel in the thought of seeing sunshine on their weary shoulders the coalition of the hollow men
Country roads, hitchhiking, I'm lost on road called sunset free street, the straws burning
People ask me, why I never appear on this trailblazing cars and find a hilarious lintel saying "This way for Love."
Suppose, I should tell them that I'm famously private and I don't take rides from strangers and don't lend hands to those without money
Love talkin' about that sometime, honey
Sometimes is never and some semblance of the past that was fiduciary
Smug and shy, I'm not sure that guy brings me some childish dreams and inspired, stirring, and compelling stories
178 · Feb 2023
Lazy Flower
Aditya Roy Feb 2023
The dawn broke
And she finally
Awoke
178 · Apr 2020
Eyes wide shut in boredom
Aditya Roy Apr 2020
As the periods of school-going were tossed away like paperplanes
Remind me of the dazzling eyes of the panes and ladies across
Which are too far back now to touch
And the memories are much like a lover's argument
Part 9
178 · Oct 2018
Autumn Once Again
Aditya Roy Oct 2018
My previous life was a sad song
Till you came along
I withstood the pain through and through
To give way to something new

If I would share
To think you'd care
This is when I'd speak to you

When all of autumn falls
As leaves turn brown
On the grass above
Pictures if captured sooner
The moonlight would enrapture

When the breeze swirls
In heavenly curls
Just like the hair that rests on your shoulders
I'd hug you tighter
To feel what is like to get older

You'd hold me at arms length
Telling me,"I can finally love once again."

The end is getting longer.
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
178 · Nov 2018
Prison
Aditya Roy Nov 2018
I feel my skin
Underneath
Your steel

I bring watchful
Peace
In time

I keep my touch
Away
From strangers

I keep hearts
From people
In lessons

I keep my late
Nights
With the forgiven


In Prayer
Underneath Peace ; Away From People and Knights
177 · May 2023
Summer Streets
Aditya Roy May 2023
Tomorrow I'm going to wake up
The same person, in love with that one girl
From a long forgotten past, hiding it well
I'll carry the weight of it through the hours

As the troubling cries of children fill the summer streets
And my car amidst the many corpuscles of this city
Reeks of a thin air of smoke and pride
I'll be the same person in bed, a memory in someone's head

A lonesome struggle emerges in the hearts of my mother
She cares a little, I do too
But its just enough to fill the silences of our neatly decorated lives
I'll come back to these things, and a little dog who changed it all

It's May, I know it tonight because its loveless as the summer heat
A drenched sweet air fills the trees, flowers, and street
But there is a lightness in my every step because I'm sure
That I'll be the same person when I wake up in my bed

A fountain pen and river of consciousness pours this poem
Time feels like a malleable object, spanning decades in this lyric
And lasting only a few seconds in bed, spending an eternity
Dreading over the past instead

You and I can walk into the skies, but we are chained
By our desires, and dreams seem to belong elsewhere
On this bench, it does feel like I'm free
It's a memory, I shall share from a little corner in my head

Her scent, sweater, sweetness, and kindred spirit
Lips, hips, and hair, all effervescent as the next day
Vaporized and emulsified into time's ocean and outer space
She often told me that you are just a small instance of my life

But the pain inside has left a lasting trail of scars and human faces
Everywhere I look I see you in them, even in a cup of tea
Our species is a strange one, its evolving everyday
As time fades and space expands, why do I feel the same?

So, many raindrops fall from the sky, often they feel like one sound
But those that fall on her face after a hard day at work
They seem special, like God had made that moment for us
Since then, I have changed because of her
177 · Apr 2020
Honey, you've got me
Aditya Roy Apr 2020
The rain can't be felt
The pain strangely dwells
Tonight in the meadow
I will be all alone and shrouded
Near the cloudiness on my window

Her beautiful curls fall down
When the red ribbons are pulled from the tips
The story is hanging from a thread
Like her shoes tipping from her toes
When we call it quits

Till I leave from the front door
Her heart is open
So is her world for a moment
Her body is not a wonderland
It's a weapon and I am not that strong
Aditya Roy Jul 2019
I see no amusement
In having your pride
You changed my way of life
177 · Apr 2019
Untitled Undulation
Aditya Roy Apr 2019
Thunder talking away
The water makes a deadpan expression
Apparently, it has broken the levee
There are plenty of fish in the scenery
The colors of the water seem cold and pale
Like the bloodless sun, orange in the November rain
Rain falls like the hallowed name
Empty as the words unspoken and unsaid
The laying dead were rotting in the made bed
As the cat crossed the street in the red of the alleyway
At Abusey Junction
As I saw I placed myself in a mention some girl in compunction
Compunction is the feeling of regret
I had felt the loss of someone dead
Now I meet her alive in the flesh
The stray dog doesn't break its spirit until its rabid and dead
Stuck in the rabbit hole of poverty and bucket full of paint
Yes it's some schmuck who takes care of the government
That looks like it
White house
A titbit, a yesteryear
Making a smidgeon on the books I tear
Apologetic but delightful as a library in the storm
By learning more about the wisdom you take from unadulterated undulation
Rap that you heard
Over the grapevine with the bebop that you heard
Come in strong like Marley
Last long Davis, rhyming onomatopeia
Bumblepuppyish about ya
Now what in a toward glance
Due change your mind
On a place you find
The room with a view of the home you're in
I'm trying to find your sister under the meadow
The same weariness in lieu of the window at the funeral
Stained by rain of war undermining
Life's a ***** if you wanna die
Stay sky high, higher than a sunflower
Following the sun
177 · Nov 2018
Circadian Kisses
Aditya Roy Nov 2018
When in need
I almost leave
My heart's in the poorest place

But leaves breeze by
Went away with flying feelings
Re-entering my greed

Settle less for a nettle in the shade
Keeps the tamarind colored faces
In saffron streets
I'm trading love for a hopeless deal

Keep my heart
from leaving
Just to understand
It is just the rock
That keeps my veins and arteries
Alive

When I'm bleeding
My hearts remembers
Memories keep people alive
"The battered suitcases lay on the sidewalk again, we had longer ways to go. But, no matter the road is life"-Jack Kerouac
176 · Apr 2020
Stranger than Stronger
Aditya Roy Apr 2020
The skies looked starless
I sculpted the moon with a clasp-knife
I felt the power of time
You told me to take back my share of loneliness and heartbreak
Part 3
176 · Feb 2020
Sunflower Sunshine
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
I wish I was staring outside
Of a window
And learning to fly
In my daily daydream
Instead I'm falling
In love
176 · Jun 2021
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
176 · Oct 2020
Apple of my eye
Aditya Roy Oct 2020
You've never given
Me reasons to stay
But, your love
Catches my eye like a star in the sky

The surprises come
When I'm lonely
Without your lovely
Face on my mind

When I look at the mirror
Your fingertips touch my softly
I wonder what touches my soul
Bringing my mind in focus

Your lovely presence
Must be a disguise
I hope she'll forgive me.
It's her birthday.
And I forgot.
Aditya Roy Mar 2022
Hello my lover from spring
It was last June I spoke with you
I still go through those poems too
It has been forever since I changed the tulips, roses, and anemone

The flowers remind me of your ruby lips and their sweet taste
My Indie has quickly learned to sit and drop for a quick treat
But the thought of you lingers and stays
I promise to be with you soon in February

Hello my lover from this summer
I let go of the past because it is heavy
An ocean of worry no longer holds me back
I am taking the path of least resistance

You remind me of my mother
She has grown old and worn out her clothes
The effect you have had on me is profound
My writing because of you has turned youthful

The lover before you was cold as winter
Worlds apart we were but we tried
So these letters are an attempt to accept her
The reasons I have to love you outweigh my reluctance
Aditya Roy Jul 2019
You're sunlight
The shooting star
When I seem to get far, washing across
the windows
The meadows of the grass fields that look like gold
Derbies and drama raves that repeat
Psychedelic suns that shine-like eyes, that don't see memories
You're topsy-truly, diggity like pygmie that hides form new memories
Spirited away like the creative economy, of the Neo-dystopian novel
That you might read in your spare part shop, but, the wood-chuck that works in sanding machines
Like a hummingbird ******* honey, and woodpecker clucking trees
We are just going on repeat, existing in this vagrant vacuum-like vicious fun universe
Dreams that fly like the antecedent of ambition
Without intelligence, ambition cannot fly like the birdless heights
Semaphoring and titillating like the jets in the celestial stream of breaths, vacillating with every adventure
Vicious disaster falls on the crepuscular lands
Ebullient and eddying like a daydream, lakes that shine like the shores with silver linings
The gold is counting, and the stars are all shimmering
In the Bacchus and manors, land us on this planet immediately
Perfection and make-believe is all it is really, nostrum like novels that I've read so far
I find you in lost books, shining in these fictional devices
That's how I know you are a reader because you tell me these coincidences are surreal
I sure that I make them out to be chances or serendipitous serenity, shooting stars efficaciously
175 · Sep 2019
Wooolen Tassels
Aditya Roy Sep 2019
The children ring the doorbell
The door hears it
The love yous I share with big licks
The love yous I share with lickety sticks
The voulez vous lists of the bon often bonfire
The volute often pollute the years of ulterior motives
Break your back, heart needs
We can be champions of our lives, if we wrote our own stories
The years go by as love the look in your eyes
The days go as some ****** takes the pull from your woolen tassels
175 · May 2020
In A Sway
Aditya Roy May 2020
Say you can be my lover
Do we deserve this
Staying together
But so far away

I am all dressed up
Standing in the hallway
You ask me if I am done
My head is in a sway


I cry and make up
I know we can make it
We two have to whisper
Let me go

Can you stay this summer
Is this the last beautiful summer
My heart sings like a mockingbird
For you, without flight in a cage

If I call
Catch me
You know
I cannot fly without you

Before I fall
If you have a choice
I can make the most of
Let me know

I will be the best, that choice is yours
Let me tell you
I will leave you
By midnight, near the rear window

When your heart is aching
I will stay close
No more
As I cannot trust your broken wings

So that I don't break
Everytime you cry
I just laugh
And die trying to stay

It is stupid and crazy
Just like a mockingbird
Singing in the morning
Trying to harmonize us in a way

In our last summer
Asking us to stay
This way
We can fly, my mind's finally in a sway
A song I wrote.
174 · Nov 2020
Bigger Than Most
Aditya Roy Nov 2020
We are fools
On our own
Because our love grows
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174 · Nov 2018
Tide Of Faith
Aditya Roy Nov 2018
The time
Talk of dimes
And equity
In mines
The leaps
Of vines
That flip through
My mind
Abseiling
Through
Warning
Signs
I need to forget
Her presents
In my presence of mind
174 · Aug 2019
Boisterous Youth
Aditya Roy Aug 2019
The innocent social snobbery
Found impact
Brought my peace
Nebulous and capitalized for the punishment
The child is the opus of the prima fascia child's lies
Sound of silence falls like the fuschia stories that sound like lullabies
The thespian memories look like I'm moving, the music's killing me
Truth, to be there, I can't remember
Locking in the organized cell, organic and designed
The trust was built, for the organized and all elope all love
Handholding humanity brightened the cradle really, brightening the groves son
And fell asleep with the eyes on the rocket, and the living society
I believe I'm hell because I am, prodigal son what do you know of heaven
The drinks and the pleasures, that need my word are you a patient's presentation
Beezlebub, always be a poet in prose
Sounds kind of apres dinner sleep, to between the blurred drapes that match the curtains
Desperate on call and states, that meandering with Tennyson inspired
The wit thy brought cerulean skies, the drapes shuttered
174 · Nov 2018
Close To The Wax
Aditya Roy Nov 2018
IN THE SUMMER '06
Two girls
parted ways
over fights they couldn't
understand
and the mind turns
art paves way
for more to demand

Both
Over
An artist
Trying to get underneath
His skin
Little did they know
That the boy has
Two girls
kept in his basement
as wax paintings
They look like each other
To him
They have the same impression
The same colors
Of personality
Difference in shape
But the *******
Bring warmth each and every
other way
And what's down there
Is a matter of mystery
To some
But not a stranger
To the brush
"It takes a while to be young"-Pablo Picasso
173 · Aug 2019
Lady Integrity
Aditya Roy Aug 2019
The outed vapidly overlord and the crowd wasted their zaftig sad Breaths

Looking through the ash Wednesday, plump like April lovers
On the chance of there being it had an ashen pit and zero literary Summers

How it has hurt the boy, livin' in a pack, your smirking snake-like lips too wandering the halls with voluptuary sweetness
A deep book has more than the hunger for knowledge saved by timeless tocsins

Lilacs, fire alarms spring buds of May
The best part of living a passionate life is looking for the same Vigilant of summers, out of precedence and

Giddy journeys translated into books, culture posits culture
Between being decided or undecided
Berries were edible or indelible hither likewise, subjects hung out in deranged zephyrs

Tomorrow appears like a valediction
The same power that reigns over us, can put us in our places
We met and meandering mazes, made sense out of our ways
My first poem.
173 · Apr 2020
Way of the Stars
Aditya Roy Apr 2020
Some days I think to myself
What is she doing
Then it slips my mind
As I fly into heavenly skies
Evading cages sipping moonshine

As the scholars
Burn the midnight oil
I follow the sanguine stars
That let me fly from Earth's toil

The way of the stars
Guide me
As the weight of responsibility
Rests on me
173 · Mar 2019
Prom And The Year Ahead
Aditya Roy Mar 2019
College's out
School for summer
Train your dragon
In the learned down out from the Compton
Play the whips and chains of excitement
Cognized by the frenzied sight
The best grab on the weapon
And handle of the automatic
Send half of it
Never lay on the better half
With dull knife
Looking like Steven Seagal
Retired
Lifeless
And Sen and dead
What to dread about and the jello on my cell sandwich
With the glue in the prison
The criminals on top of me
With the inmates got me out of no more
WIth hallow of God's Plan and **** as surviving
Out of this follow
I don't follow
Change in the unchanged evidence
The lawyer never get out of this crime no more
You could get me a better sentence
Than guilty
You could give me a better sentence than not guilty
With the easy esoterism
And friendly people broke beg with shoplifters
Nearby by the bikini bike clad drinking Alabama queen
Keen and Ken got close to Barbie
Nearer than the relations to that girl
Shack as hell and clothes look Nice
Stomped out of the bet
Running on the track keeps them
Out of the dropping beats down on the loop rack
Cassette holder, scene and action
Freeverse
173 · Feb 2023
A closeness in the moment
Aditya Roy Feb 2023
The magical wind
Had cast its spell
But your hair was in your face
And your eyes would peer through

As soon as the clouds broke
And the lightning took the silence away
173 · Aug 2019
Lost Roses
Aditya Roy Aug 2019
I feel like I'm using you
Using roses for the rest
Adapting to the amok
Beautiful is the sea in stormy rain
Don't call my name, don't break my poem
Into one, finding devils on the crossroads too
Riders on the twelfth note of the funeral rite
Femme fatale fetching pale looks, blue eyes read the red headlines
Finding they hath get older than angels of desperados, despair shadows rising on the mojo, searching looks in red herrings
Rest In Peace- herrings
173 · Nov 2018
Me at Heaven's Gate
Aditya Roy Nov 2018
The days go by
When I do not stop
A single second to think about
The last time we met
In July

So that once we
Reverse
Time
Time is on our side
173 · Aug 2019
Ire Free (Reason)
Aditya Roy Aug 2019
We welcomed the war in the confusion
On our souls with shrieks of haunting derelicts
Reminded our parents that we were wrong, whispers of the honorific Hakagawa bows
Predating the caitiffs of the pejorative context of the peace talks in the city light bowing out
Trenchantly expressing ourselves in vapid cigarillos, looking for another kick
We got kicked out of the missile nation and ended up on the radar of meritorious icicles
We smoked up the clock latching on the count of tacit reason
Blessed by reason and cursed by ignorance, wandering the blue skies in wedlock
173 · Aug 2023
Rage
Aditya Roy Aug 2023
There's a fire raging inside
That ravages the memories of my life
I save my sorrows
And hold my fears close

As the rain pours tonight
A hurt heart forgets its desires
Every moment seems longer
Than the stars that glimmer
172 · Nov 2021
Medicine
Aditya Roy Nov 2021
I know the trees provide the shade
I know that the birds leave their cage
Her memory is like the warmth of the sun
A look from her I can only crave

She offered me a cup of tea on a cold day
I know the liquid is meant to quench my thirst
I know love is the medicine
For the hunger that shall never fade
172 · Feb 2019
White Yet Black
Aditya Roy Feb 2019
******* at the shoes
And stuck in the
Time Warp
Imagine that
If you get caught in a problem
Hope I can take care of you

******* at the shoes
A simple beat
A promising feeling
Waking in the morning
Feeling the place in my heart

A heart's a place
Where keep that key
Every now and then
Channeling the inner fury
The visions slip into time

The pervading norm
Be a normal citizen
With a heart of gold
Cause this is a heart of silver
In a gold mine
Of strangers
Of this purple Haze
Finished in a black handbag
The same gun
The purse carries
Things that keep trapped hearts
Shut
The same hall you've been through
With some fool's dream
Or nightmare of the city lights
Around the star's constellation
The person that you were
Will not be the same, to you once more

You could inspire a nation
If you were the right color
Of a white yet black race
172 · Jul 2019
Positively Rhapsodic
Aditya Roy Jul 2019
Living in the metropolis of tumescence of vast objectivity
Rabbles and roads and rolling ditches, some damsel being diminutive
Rambunctious raucous youths of roaring tigers in rearing farms
Raging lions in the rhapsody of bellicose bullish belligerence like diction
A corporeal of positively rhapsodic feeling ****** with George and gorges, protean germinus
The syllabi of syllogisms and schisms and oysters smitten truth and hidden haikus
Forsakes scientific fact and *****-shriveling act perniciously for thespian spring fixes
Invectives, ice, and censuring fornicate in an intermittent visceral vision of eternal springs
Of attainable wisdom willfully stirs the ***
Inferrable this clear existence in this penetrable mind can be called pleasant and puerile
Unperturbed and undulating do not work together unless zaftig and scrumptious like scones on summer sign
About your corsets strangulating and stifling your instincts' seceding their senses to the serene providence
Adumbrating the vacillating mind of a God-like might
Stagnancy stoking storied sullen somnambulant sadistically serried, Zeus caring and giving
Dreaming is a pain, dreaming is a chain
But, not in a maiden's caregiving nature
It isn't rudimentary to eat at each letter of this basal dictionary, as words expand in the context
Like the word is word, so spread it and mean it
Just like your legs, just to make sure that the words don't hurt
****, Love. **** Happens
171 · Mar 2020
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
170 · Oct 2018
Borrowed Breathing
Aditya Roy Oct 2018
I walked up a narrow stairwell
Hearing the soundly innocence
Within my despair

Blood stained the wainscoting
The sanguineous dispaly
Only leaving my temples hurting
I was about to scream, "******!"
But, I wanted to see before I weep
In case, I get a seizure

In my room
Everything, still like water
However, sepulchral and suspenseful
The macabre got to me
When I saw mother hanging from the ceiling

Gaining consciousness
I found a knife in my fingers
Saw a man fleeing

Now, I realize
I'd rather be dead
Than be living on borrowed breathing
The pain of seeing perpetrators get away with crime. Only to realize you'll be the main suspect.
169 · Oct 2018
Turnkey
Aditya Roy Oct 2018
Drive by the roads
I had slept on
Life's become a blessing
Turn on
The lamp
That starts the cars
"Limitation is no limitation"-Bruce Lee
169 · Nov 2020
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.
169 · Mar 2020
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
169 · Jul 2020
Bayou Youth
Aditya Roy Jul 2020
It's a lovely day
I bring flowers for you from
A green bayou that has become muddied
With our memories

The books lay bare
Strewn like the reeds
And seaweed on the surface of the flimsy
Waters, where water lilies once lived

War and peace lives harmoniously
A cricket beats, a bird sings
The dead land breathes, and so do
I, where the water flows to
A poem I sent to a friend I completely admire. Safe to say, I had been waiting on her response. Seems that I am not doing too bad after over 2000 poems.
168 · Aug 2019
Mountain Dog
Aditya Roy Aug 2019
You're dog lights the daylight in the street
In the heat of the breath of the wilting leaves
The daylight, your a dog heals the winter
Winter's dead, but, my dog is still hollering
At the door that gives empty looks never opening-up
Man-made machines that made wars on every side
One peat and bitumen eye, heterochromia
I wish I could pick you up with a midnight spoon
On the midnight summer's night with misty mirages beyond false compare
You are beautiful than God, Goddesses are chasing after your soul
I guess you get those killer instincts that change with the weathered horses brushing air
Stormy as the sunlight, sunlit as the stormy weather
How can this world change, if the knives remain blunt
And the guns cut through flesh and bones, with a deafening noise
Tumultuous storms on the California streets can be mistaken for a handful of dust
Don't be dreary, weary, merriment learned as you tear me up imminent desire in the coyote after the fire of Moloch horridus
Life with the brilliance of minds in raging madhouses, two-sets of classical music, two-cents in a jazz hat
I could give my bit for the truant tune that hovers my head of cloudy dubiousness, scintillating Sun shining like farthings
Some of these cents are jaded like wars of Macedonia, made of emerald clad Eli Eli sabachtachni insignia
Your heart must be from the mountains, cause you aren't from this Earth
Midnight summer's dream, you treat us with fairness beyond compare, put on your make-up
Come out of the light, show yourself the waves of relief
He shows you the way of the earth, wind and fire can crash shapeless like kinmanship
Shapeless little droplet in the nightly crimson wildflower, shine bright like the wound of shouldered giants

When I hold you in my palm, you gain shape of an eternal blessing
Conceived out of wedlock, the cheap tickets, and sold-out rodeo show
Hair like wires, stretch into a starry dynamo of the motionless night
I can't tame you with a name
Based on the last trending poem.
Based on the conversation with the Traveller
Based on the dog on hiatus with the light of God's gate, still waiting for his master like Hachiko
168 · Nov 2018
Mountain Dog
Aditya Roy Nov 2018
Bellicose and intelligent
Just like you and me
That's my brother, calling
To me for
Support
I can't reach him
Like the snowy mountains hide the
Sun behind the dark peak
Just orbiting the glory
Of beauty
The Solar system revels in
The surreal soul
Of that jejune jester
My border collie

The Sun keeps our Universe
In the light of the infinite
168 · Apr 2023
Nature is Pleasant
Aditya Roy Apr 2023
Trees under the sky
The leaves rustle tonight
In anticipation of the breeze
The flowers open and blossom

To the morning light
In your eyes of brown I can see
The distant forests
Dancing with ease

In step with the little leaves (underĀ theirĀ feet)
168 · Jul 2019
Kaizen Kriminalogy
Aditya Roy Jul 2019
The steel lights were somewhat like a diner's candle
Half lit
Warmed by the black and bliss
The blue stamps rang on the fluorescent dandelion
The blue of the moon didn't hide any of its flame and flight
Half knit
Teeming with swarms of armed forces looking for Vietnam, belligerently
The sultry forests, are we even burning trees?
What is going on?
168 · Jun 2019
It's Probably Me
Aditya Roy Jun 2019
I reason with myself
That's the problem
Lies in seldom myself
I hate to admit it
The coruscating fire rests there
I say it's probably changing the world
I reason with myself
That being a problem
Lies in my half-measures
Never completely admitting
It's probably changing the world
I rule my life
With a love for ruin
Bracing my disaster
With sudden fierceness
A fire rests there
It's probably changing the world
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