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42 · Nov 2018
Soul Road
Aditya Roy Nov 2018
The soul calls love
It's ally because it understands
It completely
I call love a mistake
Because I have misconstrued
Loving yourself can never be a mistake
Remember that
All girls are beautiful
And should be safe
Some men are strong and amazing
Let the soul teach us about love
Not fads and trends
Telling us what we'd love to buy
"My faults, my failure is not in the passions I have, but the lack of control of them"-Jack Kerouac
42 · May 2020
Hideaway
Aditya Roy May 2020
If dreams are made
Of many hours of sleeping
Then, why do the seconds
I spend with you, feel like hours
As I gaze upon the ceiling
Thinking about the dreams
We have shared in this hideaway
Maybe, the thought of you
Keeps me wide awake and safe
Until I have your love
Then, can I circle in my dreams
Into an eternal repose
42 · Jun 2020
Short Life
Aditya Roy Jun 2020
Some smoke comes from the window
I wonder if it is you burning
In anticipation, with a lit cigarette
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust, as is spoken
At every deathbed
"Ignorance, the root and stem of all evil."- Plato
42 · Oct 2018
Wise Living
Aditya Roy Oct 2018
Poverty
Breaks your cold heart
To see it
But it doesn't mend your ways
42 · May 2020
Lesson 1
Aditya Roy May 2020
It is because you
Are the best father
That I know to speak true
My father told me George Washington was a very honest man. A story in which he cuts down an apple tree and admits to father that he did so. Honestly, it took me a while to stop lying to myself. When I did I could appreciate my family much better and speak true and freely.
42 · Jul 2019
Discordant Division Bells
Aditya Roy Jul 2019
The prose of the life that you revel in
Is the very reality that you dream about
Too bad the rest of the world doesn't agree on your alacrity
Maybe, it is better to be dishonest
About love as a serious plea
And accept that some of us looking for others rather than
More in another
Sharing is a possibility only if you are chiming in on the thoughts of the human misery
42 · Nov 2020
Coalescing
Aditya Roy Nov 2020
It was Sunday that she shuttled
The bell rung out
As tocsins in her cerebrum
She couldn't keep him out of her system

Hearing time hurrying nearer
Scurrying, hurrying nearer
Around the surface, him
Through alley (Where is he?)

Narrower
With every footstep
Until it opened up
To view of the ocean

That was real
He lay in the boat
Taking the storms on even keel
Reeling in the sails with the love of preservation

Pulling himself
Aboard
Without shirt or sign of sweat
All she could think of was... every moment coalesce

How could his smile
Evoke so much emotion
In this insipid world
The ocean tides over the docks by the bay

There's a lassitude, a bit of it in the fresh air
I wish I could say they kissed
But, the sun had set and they were sharing it
Every moment had come to this.
A love poem.
42 · Nov 2020
Young Loners
Aditya Roy Nov 2020
Soon, our love would turn into dust, I could not breath
Yet, I looked saw behind those facades of "perfect"
Her bright smile became an image that would reflect
Soon, the calm lake had two fish floating, dead
42 · May 2020
Your kiss
Aditya Roy May 2020
I want your lips close
To mine
Yet, I want to give you space
Everyone needs their time
Soon when the time is right
I will utter something beautiful
Not love songs
But, how I am closer
To kissing
When I am not near you

Yet, your kiss is on my mind
42 · Nov 2018
River of Reeds
Aditya Roy Nov 2018
Even though you can't fly
You can still dream
About the sweaters that
Your family bought you
Or easily think
about the grandmother
Who brought you up
With clothes together
And with innocence
You say goodbye to your
Clothes and your home
And you're going places
as your honor
leaves in the straits of decision
But it is pride pure
Pure isn't it
However, we go down the
Worst roads
And come back the best paths
Hope that the old geezer
Goads
God the hermit
God the one waiting for you back stage
Keeping an eye on your performance
Keeping away all the strangers
You meet strangers
Through God
42 · Mar 2020
Tunnel of Love
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
I bless the world
I want you to explore the spirits
With you and I cannot speak
When my life loses purposes
You silence the markets
I need to buy ingredients
You are an inspiration in a prayer
You are hope in a nightmare
I come out of the eye of heaven
With the blind who are now healed
Evening is spread out against the sky
They can smell the rain
Instead of fear of darkness approaching
Above a goodness resides
Other people tell them
Judgment day appears twixt blue skies
And the marriage of the stars and washed night skies
Soon the forked night opens up a new kind of pitch black
We all are blind
And soon we hear song of free people
This should not be so hard
Just a bit of imagination
And God's adjudication
Blind people find their hope like I do
At the end of a dark tunnel of love
42 · Apr 2020
My Dog
Aditya Roy Apr 2020
My best friend
Is bit of a raving lunatic
Too soft at heart though
That's my dog for you
She can climb mountains too
But she is an emotional rollercoaster
That's my dog for you
My best friend
May not be the brightest one in the lot
But what she has she has got a lot
A bit of wolf and loyalty
42 · Jul 2019
Midnight In Gray
Aditya Roy Jul 2019
The night and the year
The time and tears
The sudden nature and human nature
The fears of fine lines

Some of us are piqued, and some of us intrigued
The hidden exposition of this pain is wisdom gained
In my past, I'm still suffering once again
Because of my age

Ye shores in the evermore
I look to you to walk under moonlit
Times under the years of the sophomore

The clime and timeless skies
Make another rainbow
Maybe, glancing somewhere over the rainbow
Like a midnight spoon, high and near
42 · Mar 2020
Crimson Clouds
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
Are the lights still beautiful
In New York city
Does Delhi still have its vegetable vendors
Does India have rooms for the lost and lonely
Or is the highway to Hell
Paved with the souls of many
Does Times Square still have the buskers
Or has music left the air with pollution
Do Frenchmen still have confidence
Or do they smoke cigarettes and drink coffee
All in stressed out in the colonnades of Paris
Do the regulars at the Louvre still come
To celebrate Van Gogh and Da Vinci
Or do they mourn the dead elderly in Italy
Is the burial of an ostrich
Or the hiding of a chameleon in plain sight
The inspiration we get from courageous
Mother nature
Or will hope see us through
The wrath of the almighty
Finally, we will not believe in archangels
Only destiny waits for the plenty
As the beach of heaven
Turns moss into emerald
Every time a life is saved
From the storm of life
The crimson cloud chooses
In the info-demic
No one can keep a secret
But, do you want to know a secret?

You can make a difference
But, why should the aged eagle stretch it's wings...
42 · 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.
42 · Jun 2020
Naked Sun
Aditya Roy Jun 2020
Because the naked sun showers on the closed window
I have reached the end
Or lived to tell the tale of death
I wish I was dead, I am losing breath though

We, the people, bear a violent urge
To protest in our sleep
Our planet lives off the work of men
God needs to hear us all speak, I imagine him as a teen with headphones

The Earth can soak me up
To dry and cleanse it
We have to wrench the fabric of time, after all
The blood shed will haunt us, not as memorable as dogs in tutus

If a single life is wasted
Don't waste a breath on a new leaf or money on trees
So, how will our planet ever live?
I hope we have slavery next, that should last us a few more centuries

Never bare your soul
You are always part of the picture?
Black lives matter?
Honestly, who hasn't heard it before, except millions who should stop
Don't read this if you hate Lenny Bruce.
42 · May 2020
Deborah
Aditya Roy May 2020
A fire burns in building and home
In which you live and eat from soup stoves
Not moving from the tin ***
That tells me that you don't look for love

It was Saturday and late
All my food was scattered on the plate
There was a fairy queen hiding behind the dishes
And as the wheels spun, she lay cloistered behind a window, looking outside

I could see fire in her eyes
But, ice in her heart full of seas
I could swear that her name was Deborah
And she was wearing a wreath made laurel and gold

Well, I was a cleaner
But, I couldn't look back
I saw something sooner
Than my knees touching the floor

I guess I was just seventeen
When my dreams meant something to me
As long as they helped me sleep
They would creep into the nights of satin

I should have left her on the avenue
But, she left me with no room for thought
So I hurt myself and flew south
Paying dues for a broken heart

On Saturday, it was alright
Who goes the very next day?
For endless prayer, so the bitterness can end
To look for a friend named Deborah
"A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you.” ― Elbert Hubbard
I miss you
If I said I didn't care, it'd be a lie
I'm as sure as ever
And my heart has cried this time

Your skin and lips that brushed hard against mine
I miss that
But I long for your gorgeous smile
That lights up the room in the blink of an eye

******* that looked tight and shapely in your floral dress
I do miss that
But maybe not as much
As the rest of you

And how you swept your hair that day
Off your face? I just stared at those brown eyes
I hope you know that miss all of you, I do
These are the traces of that day

If my tears felt like warm rain
That would drizzle upon the windowpane
Your kiss upon my cheek would feel like heaven
And November ends

I've missed you so much
Hoping you'd think of me too
When you sip your morning coffee
Without me
42 · Jul 2019
Tame Anxiety
Aditya Roy Jul 2019
Jump from heights, written in books
Dropout of colleges, that burn 'em
Or case in study, carelessly read your oeuvre of imminent desires
***** to shine if you'll be fine, and this thin line
Is where I forget to draw a chalk mark
The feeling is like nails on the chalkboard
I have no grasp on reality, let's not be happy for one day
Cusp of time, I can relate
We are both standing on the edge of nothingness, unable to identify with ourselves
Sounds familiar doesn't it if you pray in places
41 · Sep 2020
Songbird
Aditya Roy Sep 2020
If a swallow
Spends long enough in a cage
It learns to warble
Rather than forage

When it's wings swish-and-flick
The air vibrates
Giving it the flight
It truly deserves
Inspired by Maya Angelou :)
41 · Aug 2019
O' Me O' Cap
Aditya Roy Aug 2019
You and your dreams
Are mine, when I think
About you, I can think about your
Dreams that are dusty in the elk streets
Conspicuous drenched lens, upon the free highway
The way of the street, dim lights, and summed up insomnia
Somnabulance is the way of killing your sleep
Or yourself, o' me and the lines of morose
41 · Nov 2018
Studies For Later Living
Aditya Roy Nov 2018
Society's the back bone
When you're broken
Arriving at the right places
"Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know"-Ernest Hemingway
41 · Jul 2020
Not to care
Aditya Roy Jul 2020
The sun is beautiful
To not care means
You simply know that
41 · Nov 2018
Viva La Cuisine
Aditya Roy Nov 2018
The pasta cooked
With the red tomatoes
The barley grain
Tastes rustic, relishing
The garlic bread
Says the cheese
tastes nice
But I prefer, a drink of wine
With a plate next to human fingers
"The guitar is easiest instrument, the hardest instrument to play well"-Andres Segovia
41 · Apr 2020
Mixed Review
Aditya Roy Apr 2020
People often lie
Even when the truth is obvious
So that they can learn to smile
To live in a vase
However the truth shall set you free
Who likes reality
So your love is a mixed review of me

You smile everyday
I hear the laughter in your cheeks
Someday I might be away
And you make me cry instead
I still ask you to laugh or lay
Your love will always be a mixed review

Who likes reality
Anyway this is a tough break
We can live together under a tree
Yellow and green can mix too
I suppose I don't have moxie
Your mixed reviews can seem cool

I get into a tizzy
Over your rainbow hair
Under a fuzzy tree
Which loses leaves in the afterhours
As the seagull calls out to the seas
You give mixed reviews and empower me
41 · Oct 2018
Opportunities
Aditya Roy Oct 2018
A glass half full and half empty
Is a drink
With the philosophy
Accompanied by talking
"The past cannot be changed. The future holds power"-Unknown
41 · Jul 2020
Friends?
Aditya Roy Jul 2020
You asked
And asked
Where was the candle
In the dark and the utter delight
Of enjoying jazz and some fancy veal
To share the weal and woe of our life
Grand is a big word
You asked
And asked
Then, turned to look at the past
Shall we be friends?
41 · Oct 2018
Redolent Sphere
Aditya Roy Oct 2018
Suicide got you by
The ropes
But the noose
Was loose
Of course
You couldn't feel your feet
on the groundless floor
Flavor of the crime
Got you by surprise
Was it too horrible or bitter
For your taste
Or was the vengeance sweet
As the crystalline amphetamines
Got you in hazy thinking
And in a hurry
To **** somebody sweet
Sweetness comes to those who wait
Success is sweet
You're falling through trapdoor
Amidst the cheering crowd
Tearing apart your neck
At break neck speed
He didn't know
Law lays it's edicts
As it wipes out it's
Reprobrates
Out of their probity
Since rehabilitation is a politician's word
And law is the word
Justice took a turn for the worst
I hope your innocence
treats you right
in the letters you write
to those
closer to your
lies that have been kinda rehearsed
To hide your moniker in the times
For sons and your daughters
and brothers
Who share your remorse
"Do not go gently into the quiet night"-Dylan Thomas
41 · Jun 2020
Kumori
Aditya Roy Jun 2020
As the rain falls
Sobbing with every drop
The sun sets
I see your cloud
Reminding me of how young
I was
The cloud disappears
As the sun finds its rest place
Among the oceans and tides
The sobbing stops
It was nice to meet you.
41 · Jul 2019
Aphorism #2
Aditya Roy Jul 2019
The difference between
Knowing and understanding
Is the apparent consequence
the con
41 · Mar 2020
If There Came "More"
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
I would rather
Stay indoors
Than get to know more people
Unless I could help
If they could help themselves
Stay outdoors
People know more
When they ask for the Earth
If we could lessen our usurious nature
We could take a lesson from nature
Nurture each other
Save others
While others
Rescue
Some squander
Once we plundered
Old men who shampooed their dogs
All they had was their daily routine
And so should we
I don't want any more than a normal life
41 · Oct 2018
Unlucky Fours
Aditya Roy Oct 2018
Burned a promising poem
Dreams burning, until snatching
It, it becomes haiku
"Veni, vidi, vici"-Caesar
41 · Jul 2019
On The Other Side
Aditya Roy Jul 2019
To a soulmate.
I don't know who you are
I'm sure we would be better off
Without names and puerile suspense
I'm certain that I sing the same songs
You reverberate with me like the bath and submerged destiny
Let's hope we meet at the horizon, call it a flip of a coin
Or fate?
Love
~your other side
41 · Apr 2020
In Western Horizons
Aditya Roy Apr 2020
I never went to the horizon or the lowlands
All I know about love is Orion's bow
The introductions and serendipitous exchanges
And my favor seeking friends and foes
Part 15
41 · Apr 2020
Truant Trees
Aditya Roy Apr 2020
My soul stretches thin
A poor quarter sits in the din
The light of the sun sips the darkness within
Makes it look diaphonous and slim
The years had taken my father in
As I reminisce with a glass of lime and gin
My conscience might explode

As I waver like unsure lamps as I walk the dwelling
On streets that are ignorant of my grinning
The shade is where there are child-like leaves
Forgetful of the trees and aware of breeze
Like memories strewn about for all at peace
I saw through the morose eyes tied to the past
They washed and moistened at breakfast
I hope we can go out someday and teach each other something.
41 · Oct 2018
God's Platitude
Aditya Roy Oct 2018
Getting a hint of blue
I look at the bluest colors
Of the waters
To find my reflection
Even though it's transparent
"I know love is, it it is because of you"- Herman Hesse
41 · May 2020
My Gentle Reminder
Aditya Roy May 2020
When it's gentle and calm
It is said to heal all
In a way that we sleep with ease
Those who live with ease
Live freely
41 · Sep 2020
Life is a Fast Lane
Aditya Roy Sep 2020
Don't get off it.
Wait for the right turn.
Sorry for the lousy driving metaphor.
41 · Oct 2018
Supernova
Aditya Roy Oct 2018
I was in love
With her
I am out love
O'er her
Still not the faintest
Clue
Where am I
Supposed to be
Like a singularity
In a black-hole
Lost for eternity
"I do not wish women to have power over men; but over themselves."-Mary Wollstone Shelley
41 · Mar 2020
Doubt
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
How do we spread love
If stand the risk of
Spreading fatal contagion
If you are looking out
For others
Do go outside
Because there is trouble
So don't panic
Spread peace
If your heart is troubled
41 · Mar 2020
Plagued By Doubt
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
I had a feeling
We should be together
You're curious
But I cannot show my face
I am stranger here too

It has been 3 years
Since we've been as poor
As the rich and greedy
In this place too
I keep your dreams safe

We are astronauts
Who will make it to space
If Earth becomes empty
Or I can't touch your skin
Anymore

Men covered in cardboards
Cars that have fog lights
Burning most of the fuel
Left for the world
May be how we share disease

Before your feet turn cold
We can make love
As long as we don't cough
And grow old together
Or have a Corona during sobriety
41 · Oct 2018
Watercolours
Aditya Roy Oct 2018
The Painted face of
paintings
Salvador Dali
41 · Jul 2020
Come Undone
Aditya Roy Jul 2020
The knots of her
Mind lay undone
Like a ball of wool
Waiting to be spun
Why is love so hard?
40 · May 2020
The Black Butterfly
Aditya Roy May 2020
I looked for a moth with eyes black
A body of yellowy gold
It was camouflaged on the brick wall
Which I never had touched
If I hold the redness of the wall
The moth stayed making conclusions of its own
We both were attached to something that made us feel unwelcome
As I kept searching for the moth in the darkness
The cold brick held together by masons
It fell apart and left the moth in a pile of sand
That is when I saw a host of black and yellow moths
Touch my hands
I was no longer an ugly butterfly
I was a colorful moth in their eyes
The Black Butterfly
It is always bad to be disliked. It is when people dislike you, that you can abandon hopes of making an impression.
Aditya Roy Nov 2018
Somehow I remember
I tried to place
My weight on my friends
Kept them in the embers
Rather than the flames
Of cheer and camaraderie

That kept the revolution alive
The reggae fellas and the tanks alike
Following the beat
With the rhythm of a nation
And the hymn of a weekend's peace

A peaceful sleep on Sunday
'Cause we Christian still got school
Yo!
One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain- Bob Marley
40 · Jul 2019
The River Flows In You
Aditya Roy Jul 2019
The river's flowing
It asks me when will I change my mind
When time reveals my true-self in due time
40 · Oct 2018
Starvation"
Aditya Roy Oct 2018
A couple fights
Dishes break
Time gets wasted
A child
Waits hungry
Emaciated
"If you can't  feed a hundred. Feed just one"-Mother Teresa
40 · Nov 2018
The Place Under The Rope
Aditya Roy Nov 2018
I walk through lakes
I might be the water
On the reeds underneath
I may be the underbelly
Of a blue whale
And an aquatic animal
Alike
40 · Aug 2019
Pigeon Burrows
Aditya Roy Aug 2019
Well, so you are brushing
Your teeth and chances are
You are reading this while brushing your teeth
Look in the mirror, and feel lively
Come back and read this again, with a peg
Or just appreciate, how the pen is now actually forwarding the sword, word
40 · Apr 2020
Surrealist Woman
Aditya Roy Apr 2020
The charming girl
Looks into a crystal glass
The tincture hangs from the ceiling
Like honey from a flower

The charming girl
Hears the fearful screams
The wine falls on the floor
Leaving a red stain on the carpet

The charming girl
Wants a life of charm
No drugs or twirling wildflowers
In her hair

The charming girl
Showers in the gas of the sun
As the virulent bystanders ask why is she ****
She sasses,"Who isn't?"
sass
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3rd person present: sasses
be cheeky or rude to (someone).
"we wouldn't have dreamed of sassing our parents"
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