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44 · Aug 2020
Wishful Thinking
Aditya Roy Aug 2020
Like a bird flies in the sky
It knows it is only good at flight
The sky carries it through clouds and rain
It knows it is only good at flight
Then, came thunder
And the bird fell into the sea
I may have written too many poems by now. But, those who stick with me till my narrative ends, know that our poems mean more than soul and blood. They are the flesh wrapped around our very existence.
44 · Nov 2020
College Dropout
Aditya Roy Nov 2020
I wish I wasn't so fat
If I ate more, I'd **** myself
Or those predators would rip my flesh
Revealing my insecurities
I wish they would because my bones are ghostly, fragile
:)
Aditya Roy Jul 2019
The mossy tiles
Keep the earthworms
Away from the sun
Aware of the sparging of seeds
Germinating out of the ground
Like sullen saplings
Alternate title- Notes From The Earthen ***
44 · Jan 2020
Arms full
Aditya Roy Jan 2020
Since when I was a kid
I never minded your hand in mine
Because no one had held me that tightly
44 · Oct 2018
Pithy Saying
Aditya Roy Oct 2018
Life lessons
Given
In the art of living
Never taken
For granted
44 · Oct 2018
Purgatory
Aditya Roy Oct 2018
Piano playing
Piano man
Alone
Sexuality isn't
Breaking his back
Elton John
Is someone
Talking about you
I hoped you didn't write those songs
In the vain
They sound insane
In a conversation of two
Following music
Of life
Conforming to the norms
That bring up the lives
You hope weren't lost
As horizon lays it's curly creases
to the sunset
for those two
talking about peace
For lease
To bring an easing pain
to their love in vain
The *** they had
Resembled the sin
Of Adam and Eve
I don't whether it was underneath a tree
Or near
Allusions to
from sins freed
Called beasts
of a verdant forests
that held blood red
fruits
That held a seed
Bringing them closer to
Aestivation of life
Greed is a schematic fantastic creature
Wrath is it's ***** feature
Of a Lustful expression
Of satiated appetite
Glutton indeed
That brings sloth to the
Innocence of it's creation
However, Eve was simply envious
Of the knowledge that the snake
had in vain
Unable to share
The greed that the reptile showed
Put all the sins to shame

I guess God was proud
Of his judgement
Sitting on a cloud
44 · Jul 2020
Narchism
Aditya Roy Jul 2020
We look at ourselves unknowing of the consequence of our actions
We may exist for the betterment of others or the detriment of others
As much as we may believe that the truth is our good facet
It fades with time as we develop an understanding of ourselves
The essence of human nature often requires we understand this through poetry
In poetry, the truth can take many shapes and pull us to an imaginary platform
However, despite the truth fading not being an essence of human nature is true
The strength of something righteous or an understanding of good is required to propel the truth
The truth may gain meaning, but, people may benefit of off lies
That is human nature, not the concept that truth fades into fugue
A spiritual fugue such as a car salesman struggling with his job engages in speaking a lie
He is not being indulgent, he is simply lying to survive
Surviving is the true essence of human nature
That is why the truth may or may not fade from the human conscience
Multiple conceptions of the truth are good
Many interpretations of what is the truth are not
As the person, thus, becomes capricious in his pursuit to spiritual development
So, it is the struggle to survive or become a spiritual being
The truth shall not always set you free
My notes on the moralistic principles of Nietzsche. His ideas on nobility, daring, weakness, poverty, 7 sins, indulgence, social upheaval etc.
Aditya Roy May 2020
Why can't I be paid to be poetic with images?
I have tricked my mind for a mottled house
Into bottled thought like leopard-skin
You love me as moons
Shatter the beauty of sunlight
Into thousand starlight
Why isn't the Blake-light, true?
The automobile blood is power
A city fire except the sign stares for hours at night
From outside terrorized tower which was gleaming
Why can't I live on forever with my lines?
With English and carry out my lyric, blindly
I write my mind, and I will drive politics, effusively
So, why can't I write?
Ravenous hunger eats inside at her aching limbs
My mind is numb without choice
I feel dumb without a voice
I am no politician to speak for her
Why can't I write for my lover?
I go for the smoke, upstairs
An upstanding man to my dark-skinned friend
She is drunk with ***** and cigarette ends
In a war with clocks and arguing, pugnacious
She will save me from ****** ******
While I think of cure and release from fools
Thinking of only you
You! Without the mad drunken ******* at the silver spoon
My biography is decided too
So, why can't I write for my dying riches and mind?
Why can't I find the newest moon
Where the moon, often, hides?
America, I am putting my queer shoulder behind the wheel
Allen Ginsberg
44 · Apr 2020
Careening Vision
Aditya Roy Apr 2020
My eyes careened
Towards a bright redness
That pulsated between
The heart of an intersection
I could not pass
As easily as I could ponder
I loved you once when I looked back
Right met left as I looked twice
It only seemed that the road
Was left open for me to enter
No more shortcuts
Only long lunges and breathless hikes
As the spikes of your fir scraped
On my knees and the mud covered me
Dripped in sweat and ache
An amorous aroma filled around me
When I saw a look of pained ecstasy
In the mirror that I had carried
Your eyes showed me the tricks
To finish my journey
Nature was the kindest person
Asking me through currents and whispers
44 · Jul 2020
Don't Try
Aditya Roy Jul 2020
Don't try
If you can't
You aren't my kind of woman

You were beautiful once
Like the autumn breeze
Now the leaves are raked away

By someone who refuses to remember
What he had
The stars pave the way those who try

While, those who don't try
The morning begins
Tomorrow, tomorrow after the night
"Don't try."- Charles Bukowski
44 · Feb 2020
How To Fly?
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
Birds don't fly
They dodge
Blocks of unseen wind
43 · Apr 2019
Love Yourself
Aditya Roy Apr 2019
Class of people
Freed by the chains of enemies
Burdened by the trust of friendship
There is no trusting a category of classless people
Real advice, listen to yourself
Because you are responsible for yourself
Not accountable to others
You have your life
She said
You have hobbies
She said
You don't have me
She said
You can't love someone else
She loved saying
But she never learned to say
Three words correctly
Aditya Roy Jul 2020
Don't get hooked
On the past, and let the fun
Ruin you

People can be pretty
Or pretty despicable
At least it's pretty
43 · Aug 2019
Woman
Aditya Roy Aug 2019
I let her shine
I let her fly
I let the ring finger hold the gold mine
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6vwNcNOTVzY
Aditya Roy Jul 2019
Hidden by the light
Showered by the talk of sunrise
Your pages welded with mine
In this book of utopia
And ideologies inscribed in the natural order
In the new order of the natural world
The rebels of the false positives, do not understand doves fly on wings of imagination
Like imago unhindered, really
Then maybe you're blind
And you need a pill that you can't take
Or is it a seed of doubt in your own reality
The years have been absorbed into you, and your fight's over
And revelations are at an end
But, you've learned than you haven't from anything
Out of thinness, there comes some inference
Of the thoughtful thinking, you do for my sake
And I'm disillusioned by my body reliant on a couple of images
Perceptive in nature
Judged by a scion
Above the dove of my imagination
How is that possible?
Be shapeless, my friend
Be shapeless like the water that reflects
Look at the moon and stars
Concentration is emotional content
Is something worth rhyming within this concept of emotion
Can we be boring again?
43 · 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
43 · Jun 14
A youthful stream
Aditya Roy Jun 14
That twists and turns
Becomes one
With a river
Learns to pick up the pace
Yet carry the weight
Of rocks in its bed
While reaching for the horizon
The stream becomes
Indistinguishable
From the destination - the calm sea
43 · Oct 2018
Lodging and Longing
Aditya Roy Oct 2018
The motel shines on the
Name it holds
For a passer-by who roams
43 · Feb 2020
Dawn Break
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
The red rooster cries every morning
If your job is to be sad
You'll cry every breaking dawn
43 · Apr 2020
Mother's Blessing
Aditya Roy Apr 2020
If you look into a mother's eyes
You will find that she looks everywhere

One eye carefully watches you as you grow
And the other doesn't look

With raising
A mother guides
But, does not enforce

Some days her heart
May not be in her duty
At those times they need security

If the job is done
Both eyes look away
As you make your life

It is her heart that
Watches you
As you choose the path she never looks at
43 · Feb 2020
Elated and Escalated
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
Sometimes you
Make me so happy
That my crying soul leaves
Its body in elation
Not like an angel burning his joy for the heavenly death
43 · Feb 2020
Other side
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
I like how you hide the truth
When the world is full of lies
If we are stuck with him
Then why can't we better
Than he can
If they tell you your Dad went to heaven
Paradise is truly lost to veterans
Scared of moving to the other side
But, I like the waves on his little face
I can still the fear on his face
If they tell you are a coward
Tell them love is for free
But we have to sell guns
And **** people with sten guns
When we can get higher by the highway
On 60 near the tequila horizon
On a tequila sunrise
We can share kisses
But, he can keep looking for us
Under a rock where the rain stays
Under the cricket's rickety reed
Hello, love
Bye, hate
Why can't we just be ******* friends?
43 · Jun 2020
Melody
Aditya Roy Jun 2020
The future cannot be decided
In countless days, I have never met anyone
With the ability to predict what love brings
Yet, when I hear the music of life
And the melody of nature
I seem to know harmony, beforehand
That is why the Earth circles the Sun forever
And without music, life would be a mistake
On this blue planet with a panoramic view of the sky
I cannot help recalling the etude of being with you
As I measure my life out in spoonfuls of sugar
With tea and biscuits, all taken black and sweet
Some verses from my previous poems.
43 · Mar 2020
Hindsight
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
I'll die before I sigh
If we get everything where we grow up
And have no one to look up to
Except our needs and bleeding toes
We would fight for our right
If only we knew what we were doing for food
43 · Apr 2020
polaroid
Aditya Roy Apr 2020
Often, I ruminate on polaroids
These are just like poets in the studio
A lakeside and a sojourn with nature
A close inspection of polaroids and you shall see me happily waving
March comes and I by the Indian Ganges side
Wave to you
In my songs your love grows
Women in love look picture perfect
Most of the times it says "With Love" on the polaroid
43 · Aug 2020
Memory's Freshness
Aditya Roy Aug 2020
Our memories are changing
Love's fading, tomorrow is today's game
Ill-fated end to every day, unchanging
Writing books by the staircase
Moderately famished, taking the hallway
Downstairs, I live with my sisters and a thousand people
In a diary, a thousand unknown faces
But, memories change
Love's just a whisper
Unchanged, a day can have a happy ending
Books are written in a library
The staircase points to a ruby, emerald colored carpet
Wainscoted walls, feverishly stained by pink
My childhood had gone away in a blink
The rest of us stayed at home, under the revolving sun
Where the sky was clear, we could come out
Playing in the golden hair of sunshine and melodious breeze
Arduously pelting hail would accompany the storm
I could command all the elements
If I were a boy unknown to pain and woe
Some symbolism.
43 · May 2020
Devil In Disguise
Aditya Roy May 2020
You may be
A devil in disguise
But, you are a blessing too
43 · Oct 2018
Globally Alone
Aditya Roy Oct 2018
Climaxing but polluted
Head in the clouds
Look at me
Clouds closer
to grace
in the eye of the beholder
Their's beauty
Bolder than the blackness
Is the polarity
Of you trying to do
More for reality
Society slowly
Breathing
Breathing slowly the truth
Of Damaging Industry
Climactic change
has caught our towns
By burning papers
And cut trees
Seem to age well
Understood
They cannot bleed
The tree covers the canopy
Of the Sun bleeding through the tree
"It's always impossible until it's done"-Nelson Mandela
43 · Jul 2019
Yesterday
Aditya Roy Jul 2019
Jumping to conclusions
Leads to more
Thoughts in your deductions
Better follow the logical pattern of reasoning
Rather than questioning your own misguided beliefs
43 · Nov 2020
Diamonds In The Sky
Aditya Roy Nov 2020
The cold hard floor
Is our only comfort
A shoulder
Is our only place to cry
A drink for lone men
Is our only source of resolve in the midst
Of scrutiny
A smoke and joint
Is our only rest from life's roller coaster
A siesta and another drink
Some televised news to calm the edge
I need time to think, her face
Her *******, her hair, a cold bleached smile
That kisses my cheeks and warmly cries
On my shoulder as I let my emotions flow
Inside of her, an anguished moan
"Oh, Sire!"
She who is born of pleasant euphoria
Cries like the wind on a stormy night
Like she never has
I never saw her again after that sordid time
But, I remember her pleasantness
Her excitement along with her youthful exuberance
Her face, her hands, her warm smile
She was so many hues, emotions in one person
Contrasts that needed time to be understood
I almost lost myself in her
And she never lost herself in me
That's the loveless grace of a lady
Much like God who cares from a distance
Like a zephyr that glides from dew to dew
Granting us democracy of choice
Hue, colors
All coalesce
To form a palette
You have an artist's hand
That's all a blessing
What you do with it
Is your choice and destiny
43 · May 2020
Free as Feeling
Aditya Roy May 2020
If love was
A feeling
Everyone would know freedom
Hate is what holds us in chains
Love holds us together
Free to spread love
How are your Mother's Day poems turning out?
42 · Jun 8
Powerless
Aditya Roy Jun 8
If you have a superpower
You'd see through my sadness
If you have a superpower
You'd know when I'm on the edge

Through the twisted metaphors
Can you still tell who I am?
In the broken fragments of images
Can you believe me when I try?

That's why
I'll wait for you
To see the morning roses of springtime
To witness the chorus of birds at dawn

When the night's over
You'll see I'm still there
And that's the superpower, you have
To **** the pain, everytime I'm dying a little

When the night's over
Despite your power over me
I will leave you heartbroken
And I'm sorry for that
42 · Nov 2020
Being
Aditya Roy Nov 2020
Our urges are primal and therefore animalistic.
Our dominating, territorial urges are defined not by humanism
Instead by primitive impulses
That is why we are animals

Whereas we should be humans first
Because we breed on the suffering of others
We continuously exploit our position and those underneath us
We can never be living because we thrive off death

We do the same to fellow humans as we ******
Torturing them in self-interest and pushing forth selfish agenda
We are maybe lowlier than animals because we have the capacity to feel, to think
Instead, we choose to destroy and exterminate

Laying waste to beings that do matter
And celebrating things that we can assign value
In all likeness, we are living things as much as plants are living
We serve to breathe

But do not benefit the planet or give the world what it needs
We are incapable of peace, but relish war
That is the nature of our race, whether you like it or not.
A comment of mine.
42 · Oct 2018
The Blind Cat
Aditya Roy Oct 2018
happiness
is
a warm science
Blackness
is a superstition
when it's a feline
"Golf is a good walk spoiled"-Mark Twain
42 · Jul 2020
Remember
Aditya Roy Jul 2020
Remember,
How your words were short
Raw and immersed in emotion
If you cannot bring that

It is okay
Remember,
Those words were short
Because you said something worthwhile

Before even knowing it.
42 · Feb 2020
Friendly Spring
Aditya Roy Feb 2020
Why don't you hold my hand
Be my friend
Instead of my lover
We can be flowers
Who never touch each other
But, share beauty
Of spring's unseen presence
As well as the same soil
42 · Jul 2020
Poems are like friends
Aditya Roy Jul 2020
I'm glad you erased
My poems from your mind
They weren't comfortable anyway
42 · Jun 15
Tranquil
Aditya Roy Jun 15
Trees - miles of gold on a cold autumn day
Outline
The meadow
Tracing leaf-like patterns on the pale grass

Flowers sit at the foot of chinar
Looking to the sun
Peering from the cloudless sky
Upon those sleepy petals

Soon the trees
Will shed their cracked, brittle leaves
To make way
For such a pleasant scene, yet again
42 · Oct 2020
You'd wish you were dead
Aditya Roy Oct 2020
I wish you hated me
Because I learned to love
It's just the eyes never learned
To dry those tears welling up
When the ocean fills up
My heart escapes my mouth
Let the earth pull us in
So we can't hurt
Aditya Roy Jul 2019
Ash and dust settled in the desert
The feeling of raindrops felt long lost
There is a change taking place in the minds
Of people who have been accustomed to mirages
Dying in the long lost sands of time
Drying by the souls of robberies that could have been better handled
I thought the heart was meant to be stolen
Instead, I lost ******* heart when I saw further ahead
In the balance of the drops of rain that brought the smell of direction
In the right place, at the right time
I walked into God's shadow
42 · Nov 2020
Such Beauty
Aditya Roy Nov 2020
I'm a fish in the sea
The sea and ocean are worlds apart
But, there are a plenty of fish in the sea
I guess I am in such beauty

True as ice and fire
When Prometheus set fire to the sky
Zeus the Thunderer ties his chest to a rock
Zeus is cold
I'm in such beauty

I'm a writer
Who makes a few cents
For his nonsense
They call it Gonzo and he made a name
Cause in such beauty that's only open to some of the hippies

I see beauty all these weird people
The universe is so diverse and feeling
That pigeons crowd the steeple
Every evening to talk us
Biden's won and there's such goodness in India
But we lost the rich to the count

Better income, tax breaks for the middle class
Much more beauty on Planet Earth
Just what we need
42 · Sep 2020
Psst
Aditya Roy Sep 2020
There are memories clawing at me
The walls have marks on them as well
The streets are as empty as December skies
Now, it seems the orange clouds won't show a silver line

I wander through the breeze effortlessly
Pondering on how the winds blew
I had the best of times and worst of them just as easily
The skies will be blue someday, not now

When we no longer care for ourselves
Like a twig that hangs from a tree
The parched crevices of a forest
Yearn for youthful streams

Much like how your young face
That bears a semblance of hope
Wrinkled by the lost fire of the past
I know an ember lurks in your wooden heart

When streams run through the forest
Youth returns losing it's maturity and ambition
Ceaselessly it claws at my walls
And those orange clouds are the ebbing slowly
A little surrealism.
42 · Jul 2019
In the whole world
Aditya Roy Jul 2019
In this institution, I was in a day of the criminal
Psychology class of some nun
I was going to go all way to salvation subliminal
But, I couldn't hold back inspiring senses
Jews were sure, I was holing the slaves.
42 · Aug 2019
Stellar Cellar
Aditya Roy Aug 2019
If you're cute
Join the military
If you're cool
Become an academic in a sheen of a classroom
If you're cold
Become an apartment in the bulk of extravagant Manhattan
Either way, you will drip like a sea from the ceiling of a submarine
42 · Jan 2020
First Kiss
Aditya Roy Jan 2020
It's times like these
When you're on my mind
And my heart is set on fire
Like a firefly, stinging like a rose at least
Well, it's love anyway that keeps those miles on the road
Alive are the ones who were living
Nameless and named one fighting for fame
Dying in June
Living for the people next tombs
Riding the streets when they could be hiding
Looking over the walls and tired of artificial wombs
Love is so slashed and torn
We could remember each kiss again
And it would still be like the first one
42 · Dec 2018
Sunshine Boots
Aditya Roy Dec 2018
Somehow you keep
Me awake
In the life
Of the shoes
Of the benefactor's
Sunshine boots
ごk せい
Sorry
42 · Jul 2020
Coming Together
Aditya Roy Jul 2020
We came from different places
It was the words that tied
Our minds like ropes
Except, you were learning the walk to heaven
As I descended into hell
Or maybe it was love.
42 · Mar 2020
Beautifully Broken
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
Stick and stones
May break my bones
But your words inspire me
A twist in the usual saying, really.
Aditya Roy May 2019
The salt's there
I feel the nuts popping
But, my pressure rising
As each corny sensation of chewing
Makes stalking a beautiful thing
I can still smell my breath going away
From looking at her waist
42 · Mar 2020
You Are One Of A Kind
Aditya Roy Mar 2020
Falling in love is beautiful
Ever wanted to tell
Someone they are beautiful
But, it was too late
Don't feel bad
Falling in love is one
Of the best things
You can do for someone
In need of company and comfort
Because love is a beautiful thing
The compliments are just temporary
But, love is religious and non-temporal
Love is one of a kind
You are one of kind
You are love
That's why love is a metaphor
And person in one
Love is light in the dark forest
Love is a concept which the heart
Knows by definition
It is easy to express
As easy as it is lose sight of it's meaning
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