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72 · Jul 2019
Indolent Purgatory
Aditya Roy Jul 2019
The mason and the carpenter
Try fixing
The God-awful statue in the church
Aditya Roy Feb 2019
You can be famous now
If you're a rhetorical pronoun
I explored
Tried to get out
My parents would have got me down
Don't get down
You're beautiful
And safe and sound
And you aren't queer
You're ahead of the curve
Keep steering
Look ahead
Wear your personality
On your sleeves
People will fear you
But, it's dread instead
Keep changing your hair
Fiddle your hair
Walk the streets with pride
Gay pride
Stay in the closet
If you wanna change
If you wanna be better
Than Worse
Or just offset
In a changing haze of time
With a dash of thyme
Be a brilliant specimen
Men will be men
Women will be empowered
The dimes fall from the pockets
The beggars will still take their time
72 · May 2020
Wild and free
Aditya Roy May 2020
You are wildest forest
A leopard roams free in
A stream never dries
A fire is alive in your belly
Wild and free

You are the greenest leaf
On a breathless bush in the wind
I kiss you in this rustling wind
Since, because it is gentler
Than my empty words
Words that are empty are best left unsaid. Homer
72 · May 2020
Airport Check-in
Aditya Roy May 2020
Your hand, please
Your warm lips
Your suitcase

You shouldn't be armed
Your looks could ****
So I cannot let you leave the country

Your legs
Your eyes
Your purse

I want them shut
If opened
They will see all I do for your love
72 · Dec 2020
Because
Aditya Roy Dec 2020
You thought about me
I pitied my worn state
I thought about you
Now I ******* up
Maybe.
72 · Jun 2020
Blue Jasmine
Aditya Roy Jun 2020
She is an amphetamine
Very mean when thirsty
She is the drive that I can go to
Living in the poorer quarters of New York
She is barely alive in the bed she is sleeping
How will she survive with all flowers in hair
That wilt when she is kind and thirsty
71 · Jul 2019
Temperamental Tears
Aditya Roy Jul 2019
In a universe made for two
I light a flame to my cigarette
Each time you come in my way
And the pernicious mistake of believing that the first line
Is true
Wakes me up, every night
That's why I never think about you
71 · Oct 2018
Development
Aditya Roy Oct 2018
Modern skyscrapers are urban peaks
And mountains are heights of stamina
Both are the zenith of achievement
In India
71 · Oct 2018
Gold Exchange
Aditya Roy Oct 2018
Lurching
In the sunshine
The heat gets to you
In the gold mine
Gold
Breaking backs
Lacking heat
Of fire and love
A coal miner
Home at family
Where it's black as the night
Soot by the fire
The chimney
Is the legacy of your life
And tire
Black as death
Gold as the breath
"What goes on"-Rubber Soul
71 · May 2020
Virtue of Romance
Aditya Roy May 2020
I don't believe in love
Because it always
Has two parties
One has a story to tell and the other dies early

I don't believe in sentences
Because lovers can finish them for one another
When they feel like it
Or if they are alive

I don't believe in crime
If it is to be in love
Then I don't believe what I say
God tells me things, he's a little voice that tells me be kind

I don't listen to voices
When they tell me don't believe others
I just choose loneliness
I can spend counting the stars, thinking of her

So, believe in yourself
Love is the answer
71 · Feb 2020
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.
71 · Jul 2019
The Teen Whisperer
Aditya Roy Jul 2019
Pass out
And drink some wine
Pass on the drugs
The stars walk brilliantly
If you're high
On life
Too bad, you're the child of the moon
The feet in action fire up a chain reaction
The love will come to you soon
If you learn to sing this song of the fullest tunes
A song of our existence shared is music to my ears
71 · Aug 2019
Haiku
Aditya Roy Aug 2019
You planted
Wildflowers
In fields of sorrow
71 · Aug 2019
The Days That
Aditya Roy Aug 2019
Keep
Your
Broken
Heart
In
Your
Extraordinary
Soul
In
The Days Those Are Dead
71 · Oct 2018
Little Things
Aditya Roy Oct 2018
It's such a perfect day
Tea and biscuits
And a music CD
Takes just one person's judgement
To fade away
What have I done with my life anyway
But on this auspicious night
Sleep comes crawling like a ghostly fright
To relieve me of the aches of yesterday
So easily
I hope all of you have as much fun understanding it as I had writing it.
71 · Oct 2018
Honesty
Aditya Roy Oct 2018
I am honest
I have keep to
Telling myself
Since I am the loneliest
Honest
Honesty is the hardest word-Billy Joel
71 · May 2020
Awakenings
Aditya Roy May 2020
We were forced to see the stars, under the vault of the sky of awake summer
Our children hid in quaint cottage trenches
Jovial, bright burning their flowers
Morbid and miserable perishing to the scent of youth and sound of guns
Thus, a brother lives in the south trench
The sister bends the steel and makes guns for fun
The youngest makes a wild gesture at heavens
The illuminated son comes on the horizon

Hugged by a valley and mink
Pushed into swarms of pink people
In Mediterranean waters, one can feel their warmth and rose sands too
Spread across their skin of nakedness and salinity
Like the Biblical flood that carries shipless waves
That takes away the verdigris moss too
A chorister in the sky sings to open skies of music and staves
Soon, the children of Gods will capsize as ships do

Intoxicated by orchards of red and blue
They trespass the general's chateau
The golden leaves fall, with a crackle and reddish rust in the wet trough
Trees lose their ****** and flare
Abandoning all doves and their penumbra and shadow
Wondering what is ruined, in a hungry fatigue
The children leave their hiding spot, unawate
Only waiting for the bird to tell them to get away

It is time to run from the past
The stars will die and this Earth shall cry
Soon, the war will be over
The flowers will burn with a prudery
As petals curl inwards and hover
After a while no one will feel the humidity
I am still throw pebbles and stones across the road
On the general's chateau
Like Apollo's arrows
Reading some French Symbolism
71 · May 2019
Reminds Me?
Aditya Roy May 2019
Stuck in the past
Love music with all my honesty
As much as I love the freedom
71 · Mar 2019
....Maytals and Tools
Aditya Roy Mar 2019
Ghostwriters live with through the past
Times in crisis
You can rely on a shoe
A horse, where you lay your berries and doubts
With a capacity
Where do you go with fruits of a French painting
In a stolen
Forged solution
You're trapped
But you can get out there is a fine line of apocryphal doubt
But, with the setee straightened out
With the bow tie kept in your box
With no bone or war buckled on shoulders
There would be no narrative
An opportunity to get enraptured by the essence of something personal
With an ego is as dissociated
With a fresh feeling in blue tweaks of watered bushes
In the cold roses and the peaches
In the present day
Of the sycophant
The colourful mind
With a road behind him to keep enchanted
By its presence
With the years behind
The longest conversation I had with myself
I just thought someone read and knows
The end
Say it the Jamaican way.
71 · May 2020
My Poetess Comes Soon
Aditya Roy May 2020
How to fill this book
Of Poe and ravens
This is heaven and hell
Maybe Milton
Some of it even sings Dylan
Not Bob, but, Thomas
How do I make myself known
Among all the full moons
And solar eclipses
Written in metaphors
So pure and ruined
That make my mind
Seeth with spinal fluid
That spills out secrets
That will never be appreciated by my gorgeous girl
Oh, my art! It is with you
In death and diseased simile
In love and happiness' alliteration
A couple of complex images are mine
But, the poetess is you
Who understands my warped words about water
Out of whack and lacking space and rain
Everyone wants space
Everyone wants poems on rain, at the same time
Muses and amusing schmucks! They want a trucker and poetess too
And Lincoln to come back alive
Tell the rightful truth
Or loose a tooth or a flower
With deep protected roots
From where an idea
Penetrated the sky
Protruding into the sky
Penumbras fall from the sky
The shadow falls as the book shows the life
Smile my friend
Till the end
My friend.
Smile, smile, smile
Sickened by death and dullness
Feel your lips curl
Into a simile of the sky
71 · Jul 2019
Horror
Aditya Roy Jul 2019
I smile with the knife under the shroud
Colors of red remind us of when lust was addicted to novelty
I should have never loved instead
"Lust is addicted to novelty."-Geoffrey Chaucer
71 · Mar 2020
Waiting
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
Have you ever seen the rain
Fall upon a river in a forest
Dark and deep
Passing through the backbone
Of civilization like a backdoor
To your street address
It longs to touch your skin
Simply looking through a window
Like sunshine breaking through grey
Pitter patter it falls
On a shattered heart of glass
Have you ever seen the rain
Or cold snow on window
And how many lies it leaves behind
Have you ever seen the rain
Or the true light
I often find your back to the door
Empty cigarettes smoked
Wilting in the fire
Broken dreams cannot stay
A flying paper plane
That caresses the lamposts on cobble ****** road
Can still fly once again
Let us cover each other in linen
Till dusk hides the sunset
And foggy climes cover the ground
From dusk till dawn
Have you ever seen the rain
At night
You will find me drenched
Waiting for you everyday
Aditya Roy May 15
Has the kindness of others
Ever helped you walk a step more
When you gasped for your last breath
As a blade came closer to your neck

When you were in the depths of vengeance
Did the inner turmoil vanish with a kiss
Or was it a breeze on a solitary evening
That made you hold back the tears

It is in the crumpled leaves beneath our feet
As countless trees die, year after year
Left barren by the fires and seasons
That give us comfort when we're alone
71 · Jul 2020
Clacker
Aditya Roy Jul 2020
The old lady cackles
The man in shackles
All look for hope
Left to dry out in the sun
Like rattlesnakes crisping
In the summer sheen
In the same vein
The rattlesnakes prey on ostriches
Ostriches bury their head in the sand
The sun burns the old man
The old lady stops cackling
As she chokes on a mudcrab
71 · May 2019
A Poisoned Jest
Aditya Roy May 2019
The first family
Comes from their workshop of carpentry
The iron lady calls to her husband
Made in honor are these loaves
Of bread
A beaker of poisoned lead
You're the first love
The treasure trove of secrets
That lay foaming at the mouth
Covering the twinkle in your eyes
71 · Aug 2019
Amalgam
Aditya Roy Aug 2019
A boy went to the bazaar
He wrote more books in his time
Out of the life in the supermarket, grocery stowaway
All I do is for the free tickets
All I do it is for the theory of selling said relativity
He is a shadow of the gilded soul
A boy went to the erroneous place, in the bazaar of crimson tides, undead living
Dog day again, afternoon buying free feed for the plants
Without, stains of seeds and rain tearing on the some seedless, we would have germinating roots
And the bedrock of my life is eroding
Or was once, a bed for others, and the Freudian lyric pome berry
71 · Mar 2020
Under The Bridge
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
I sleep under a bridge
The hundred revisions of love letters
Lay rested on a day's rumination on my breast
It is a deep discussion on today's paper
A friend of mine cries out
Our debate has heated up
Our friendship is in cold storage
I doze off to the sound of cold thunder
A plentitude of temptations
A platitude of vast proportions
She walks in beauty of rumbling rumours
She trusts me and laughs like the flowers
When she is tempted to
Our angels may be invisible
But the love feels real
There are plenty of days when streets bleed
In the tension of crime
Which cuts like a knife
The wounded leopards lick their scars
Like a necessitous man lies naked in the cold night
I sleep under a bridge under the towers
Under the cover of your love, waiting
For you to bring me the warmest death
Under a common blue sky counting off the hours
Where I grow old without power or promise
And I shall wear the bottoms of trousers rolled
Lift my head up as I tear away
My sorrows from the fears
As years wind away like the minutes
I will sleep and purify the breeze
As the wind circles the dust under forked lightning
Turning ashes into a handful of lust
My love will leave behind gust
You will remember me as star dust
As you turn your eyes away for the last time, in disgust
71 · May 2020
Serendipity
Aditya Roy May 2020
I met her at a bus station
I thought could impress her with quotations
A book of poems and that was all
A poem doesn't have to say much
I express that I was bewildered
Our love wasn't hindered
It was like summer, open and free
Like the skies right before evening
I pressed her to be my best friend
She said to friendship their is no end
She knows there is no beginning without it
What's the difference
If we are madly in love
My lover speaks like silence
No ideas on violence
71 · May 2020
Hands on
Aditya Roy May 2020
I love your face
Your kisses
Matching the traces of red
I look forever
For a girl in a small world

They say my love is too big
For this small world
Listening to some romantic songs.
71 · Jul 2019
Dreams
Aditya Roy Jul 2019
Don't wait for me
I'm always here in tried and tested time
Falling by the remnants of my old trees
Fallowed memories, marsh they appear
Unhappy girl, why are you here?
71 · Oct 2018
Confessional
Aditya Roy Oct 2018
Churches run with holy water
Homeless people can't drink it
But they do ask for it
Unconfessed
Aditya Roy Aug 2019
Leave you on your stratum of streets, and sky of desires
Fiery and the made-up mind is lightening up with my thoughts
Taking my dreams, for granted, reality tells me it's a granted feed
Like sheeps grazing grass, and the cows upon the lonely dead hay
With this idea, I might believe that we die by our own vapid usage
Allowing our augmented reality to a reflection of our hard work, and that is a dedication
And passionate rage tells when we may lose our grip on our self
Eloping, we live in trash culture and die with the end of pollution and love alone
Lending and receiving, in the, walked streets and the modern places you gotta be with your currency
Just another elation dancing on the firefly storm, falling out of love with the bed
Leave it or we're coming for the alarms and the men, flower trees on this journey
I abhor the responsibility and abort the probabilities of getting ***** calls, verisimilitude
Pumping ourselves, with toxins and bold tall glasses
I'll talk you across the boat, and follow ya'.
Reprimanding, and vile women, that seem laudable in this nation
Seeing more than what you believe, holding us on the fingers
Seeking heat from a flame, and exploring your true colors
We all came the Phoenix's embers or reincarnation, and damnation
70 · Oct 2018
Innocent Plea
Aditya Roy Oct 2018
Slow release of me
Stays in prison
Far from our family
Evocative
When apoplectic and angry
Invoked
By the violent deeds
That surround thee
And running amok
Lawless
And free
If one is lucky, a solitary fantasy can totally transform a million realities"-Maya Angelou
70 · Apr 2020
Our Life
Aditya Roy Apr 2020
To disappear
Into thin air
One has to remind themselves
Of the frenzy of fustian-clad prisoners
Who sail through years
Who will find traces
Of pale clouds
Through the wrought iron gates
Of freedom
All they think
And feel
Is the sun will come out
Of it's slumber
As the wind begins to howl
Tomorrow will bring tomorrow
Nowadays the bleakness
Calls to me and scowls
At our situation
There shall be no brighter day
Today is our last one
You must change your life
Or disappear into thin air
Like a kite
That doesn't feel the pull
Of the Earth and the seas
You must learn to leave behind things
As cannonballs leave behind broken houses
And broken families
You must change your life
Whether in isolation
Or love and forgiveness
As I hold my chest
70 · Feb 2019
Lonely On My Head
Aditya Roy Feb 2019
Oh babe
You're making me sad
Cuddling right next to me
Your chin tucked in my hand

Oh babe
It's going crazy y'know
The love that we shared
It's meant for centuries

You're my...
Mine
All mine

My kind of loner
Sleep soft like the gentle breeze
70 · Jul 2019
Ego Death
Aditya Roy Jul 2019
Day and night
I'm struggling with my time
The struggle is real
70 · Oct 2018
Lonesome
Aditya Roy Oct 2018
Alone
But with someone
Alone
70 · Jun 16
Rainy dawn
Aditya Roy Jun 16
The harder it becomes to let go
Shake and shiver
Every time you think of her
It is a cure

You know she's carved a part of you
In her heart too
But she'll kiss it away
On a lonesome rainy dawn
70 · Jan 2020
Tempestuous Soulmate
Aditya Roy Jan 2020
Could you touch the sky full
Of stars that make constellations
For weeping lovers
Could you get tired of castles
If they are made of sand and keep getting whipped
By tempests and seas

When I'm tired of being separate
Can you marry us under the Mirabeau

Where the lake flows
I have your heart on a banana boat
Got it from a dealer in Tangiers

Got laid for the wrong reasons
Ezekiel said the fire broke in the motel
The letters turned to ash
It was a bookmark in our calendar
With the days without you
When the love lasted, and the romance died
So Job said of God

You've spent your days too, combing through books and curlicles
For starry eyed happy go lucky me it was an apotheosis
I'd love to crawl to the Belladonna
But, eight of ten times you're on my mind's happenings
I wish I remembered every feature of you
With memory and desire too
But, I need your soul in desire
70 · Aug 2019
Being Wilder
Aditya Roy Aug 2019
The ruminations of a horse
Cry like a stallion
Ride like the wind, and run out into the wild
Aditya Roy Jul 2019
We are reassured by finding a soul
That will understand us
In our innate silence
That's God taking us for a fool
When, you can't speak
You're either stillborn
Or you should speak when spoken to
Although, medically pronounced dead
We are untouchable according to our bodies
So, where's our soul?
In the land of science, where a simple miracle has been given a convenient definition
Without observation, do these church-goers take us fools
Without dedication, this systemic religion has got us by the mass hysteria of reality
Religion is probably levity
If you haven't given up enough for talent
If you have given up enough for more opportunities
Then, you may have all your pies lying on the diamond sky
Counting stars, and pre-existent factors have a couple of things in common
They are uncountable like the riches of the deified land
You're born on this earth, to die for your country
But, that is just a mammon of emotional appeal
Wrought pathos and alacrity
70 · Aug 2019
Leucistic
Aditya Roy Aug 2019
Inhibiting the criminal frame
Of mind, I took my summers on the journey asunder
Of the politics and the rhyme, of the greatly doubtful pleasantry
Among the soulless crowd, breaking the taxes too
The tears from the hear and hears, strollin' through windy paths
Tearing across the cultures, and streetlights and staring into the distance, the hitchhiker doesn't ride us on the storm
70 · Mar 2020
My Seraphim
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
Episode after episode
My tippling friend
An azure sister
Made love
Called up a crimson tide
Every time he had an episode and cried
Handed in his notice to a blue collar worker
She had a beer with the girl of his dreams
The men fear the backdoor man's hunger
Tearing the flesh till they are cunning
The leopard's child slept under blue skies
Pale as the afternoon
He wakes up mewling
His skin turns gold
He slept naked near a churlish kid
Who simply wanted to go to church
With the leopard skin lady
With cheap perfume and shy eyes
All he got was too much Sunday preaching
He became a little lost
In detention, they let in the dust
A religious head had him
To himself
Not much charismatic is his sermon
His Father is lewd
And his flower is waiting for the summer rain
He had episode after episode
Until everyone paid attention
Till he kept convulsing as long as they stayed
Gentile or Jew,
The wind was awash with tempests
Remember Phlebas who shared the fate of the ship
My love, desolate and empty
And it will be too many deaths
Till we know
La petite mort
70 · Jul 2019
Oborete (Longing)
Aditya Roy Jul 2019
Unwrapped box of food
Lay on the stable
Laid out carpet for your writing
70 · Nov 2018
Our Parents'
Aditya Roy Nov 2018
Upbringing of
Grace
Through prayer
Amazing
"God has no intention setting limits to the efforts of man to conquer space"
70 · Nov 2018
Love In the Distance
Aditya Roy Nov 2018
The war kept
Me in the ways
Of the world
The World
Kept me away
From my own
Memories
In the end
I was home
For the
Look
On my wife's unkempt face
In the 100 yard
Stare
Kept me shocked
Enough
Not ****
My cheating
Who I had learned
To love from a distance.
70 · Aug 2019
Gasoline Vandal Comes
Aditya Roy Aug 2019
You hold hair
Gracefully, educating
My promise to be positive too, hugging my head
Blues walking
Feel the imbecile **** the innerchild
Hit the road with your conscience for children
70 · Apr 2020
I wish
Aditya Roy Apr 2020
I wish he was softer
But he was lonelier than harsh
He went through rough roads
Yet, there remained a jewel
Or was it the morning dew
That finally fooled me too
I thought he was softer
But he was crippled inside

I imagine I was a wearier man
He made me feel comfortable
Even in his absence
I seek his cure
Is this how presence is
Or friends are like this
Either way, I wish he was softer
But, he wanted more
Something that reminds me of a softer side of myself.
Aditya Roy Aug 2019
The nights tell to close eyes
It would be good to be asleep at day
Because that’s when you think of me
And my shyness counts till ten
In conclusion, I am six seconds shy
Of romancing with the idea of you, and the seconds pass by
Spelling out “Love”
Curiously, patiently, and sequentially
70 · Oct 2018
Hiding Light
Aditya Roy Oct 2018
****** barons
Keeping coal
Burning them with the tools
Carrying the anvils
On their shoulders
Life just became a boulder
Bolder to be a silent slave
Than to be an outspoken fool
In the rise of evil
Ranks finding
Comfortable numbness in
Falling behind the ranks
Like a cat crossing the street
Unaware of its race,caste or creed
Black cats have a breed
Superstition doesn't rule the cat
Knowing is not enough, we must apply. Willing is not enough, we must do.
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