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Feb 2020
The change comes early
It is not in being different
But remaining the same but nobler
As a real person told me once
His words are on my mouth
Who has words for jealous hearts
And dialogue on the art we share
Time came
When the portrait you made
Retouched the man I once had

We once found freedom
Like rogues in the midst of bad blood
Life brought good fortune with some humbug
We needed to reach out to the enemies with a hand
I don't know how my friends are alive
Lady luck needs her four wax candles
Each burning bright under the midnight fateful sky
Keeping her eyes alive and cheeks warmed
Lush like cherries and the rank outsider with burning ego

And my husband
In the open engagement
Knew that's the liberation we speak of
They scream and act on screen
Giving us a chance to express ourselves
I saw your listless smile pass me by
Because I did not turn
I do not hope to look back
In the happiest days
If work got in the way

When I saw her hair set free in an ocean
Likewise, her golden hair fulfilled the sea of dreams
Four seasons for each time I had picked oyster shells for you
We'd explode on redolent talk
Jamais vu
It never happened, I laughed
Saying life is an ephemeral choice
Pour moi
For me
Who could hear his voice echo in the lonesome crowd

I just wanted to wake him up on a warm spring
Beneath the ground the earth shook
My women are on the brink of deception, I say
And how should one decide
They come in and out of sadder places all the time
Had it been any worse
The bad people would be every bit evil as you are now
Our interests are muddled, he said
Let me ask you, if work got in the way

Yes, like the sun reflected on a disturbed ocean
Do not judge my book by its cover
It has many torn pages
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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