Posted in Self and Peace.

Add life to your days





Every night I strive for life

more and more life

whatever it takes

I just , just don’t want to sleep

for sleep , it is just like death

sweet , soothing yes

but once it sets in

you can’t remember a word

as all becomes  nothing

but life aah !  it is so opposite

tough , turbulent yes

but once it sets in

you remember that you are and  alive

as nothing becomes everything .


It astonishes me how

I am fully alive

in the dead hours of the night

as I become me

and you become you

only in the end of the journey ,  why ?

Perhaps it is so , for we know

that there is no more time to waste

that death and sleep are fast catching up

that whatever it is  that we are ,

we are and now .


For life was always poor in maths ,

it only knows addition .

Arijit Roy

(Poem and photograph)


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Away is also a way.

How can you ever be free?

If you do not give yourself,

the permission to walk away

from whatever it is , that enslaves your spirit

chains your being .

Not running away but moving away

knowing that all battles cannot be fought

and the best battle is the one which is avoided.

Choosing to speak your mind

and not conform .

Trusting what your energies say

for sometimes , moving away

is the wisest possible way .

Arijit Roy

(Poem and photograph)

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She will wait

                               but never leave

she will hate

                                       yet hold your hands

she might be furious

                                       but will keep you close

she might be curious

                        but she understands .


You don’t miss her

                                    but she always does

you don’t kiss her

                   still she cares

you can fool everyone

              but never her

your secret confessions

                 she never shares.


You don’t love her

                      she knows that

but you value her high

                   she is aware

she may not be the queen

                        you are looking for

but in her own way

                            she is very rare .


You curse your heart

                                     Why couldn’t you  love her

You curse your heart

                            When she goes away

You will never love her

                           you know that part

The silence kills

                                                   when you have so much to say


She knows the words

                         you try to hide

she smiles as the cupid

                                 misses the arrow .

she is sad you’re stupid

                      she is happy you’re honest

her soul is lighter than the sparrow .


          She is the morning moon

                                      who waited all night

I , the early sun

                          who wants to rise high

love didn’t happen , sadly true

but for a brief time

                                 we did share the sky .


                                                           Arijit Roy

                                                             (Poem and photograph)

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Light the fire


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I carry the pain at heart

like a smoker carries his cigarettes

for when the night falls &  my feet are tired

I rest my back against an old tree

and think , of all the good times

that seem to have flown by .

I fix my eyes at some far point in the sky

like a smoker stares somewhere in the horizon

and I cry , a tear or two

he smokes , a puff or two

both soothe the nerves .

Once the heart is light , I wipe my tears

like he crushes the cigarette beneath his feet

a moment of sudden peace arrives

as the mind stands still

until we both look away & decide

it is best to move on .


A little chunk of our heart decides to stay

as if , it was its destiny

the tear-drop which  moisted the soil  soon dries

and the wind spreads the cigarette ash .

                                                                   Arijit Roy

                                                                 (Poem and Photograph)


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Dip In !



Love is like that biscuit

dipped in a hot cup of tea ,

take too much time to open your heart

& oops  !   the biscuit melts down   , sorry

but , if you take too little a time

haste haste and all goes waste

as the biscuit and your love

both remain bland

for they never really got the time

to absorb all those tender aromas and flavours

of the tea and of the heart .

& so I say my friends

love is indeed magical

for just like magic  , everything here

is about timing.

                                                                                  Arijit Roy (Poem)

                                                                          Shahshwat Tyagi (Photograph)

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Once the fear is confronted

how simple it all appears ,

as if , it were all lilies

swaying their head to a rich gush of wind .


No more are the feet lost

no more do the roads seem a stranger .

The timid heart , which used to peep

through the closet

and collect the crumbled auburn autumn leaves

now beats to the rhythm of all seasons .


And the little boy who was afraid of ghosts

now sleeps with faith at heart

for he knows

that a night without the moon

does not mean a sky without stars.

Arijit Roy

(Poem and photograph)

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Today I swallowed a seed unmindfully .

I remember ,

how once as a kid , I had done the same

and how afraid I was , lest the seed

should grow into a tree in my belly .


Huh ! Those days are now long gone behind

those fears and those joys

that came from nothing but became our everything .


For who would know ,

that it would be the seed of life

which would grow into a tree ,

rich with experiences inside us

and there’s one more special thing in this tree

no matter which season

it is always laden with  fruits

fruits of good memories that nurse the tender heart .

also  to remind you ,

no fruit here is forbidden .

Arijit Roy

(Poem and Photograph)

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Nothing to say

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There are silences between our breaths

silences so long and deep

that even the soul if it so wished

could easily drown in them .

How were they made and why are they there

I know yet I know not

but know , that they strangle the heart

which yearns to be heard .


It was not the same before

earlier it was the sea

now it is a desert , a dried depth

stretching till the end of time .

Fortunately there also exist a few oasis

those little moments of sheer life and hope

that remind us that not all is gone

for just when it seems that nothing remains

there is this something that always lives up

as our hearts start talking to each other

they talk as if they breathe , easy , in and out peacefully

they talk as if nothing was ever gone

they talk as if tomorrow and yesterday were mere words

far too little to be given so much power .


It is then that I realise

that even the desert -vastest of all

somewhere has to , has to end .

For sand even if it is much

will soon ,  surely slip by

and give way to a new time

which brings with it a new sky .

                                                                                                      Arijit Roy (Poem)

                                                                                                            Photograph taken from net .

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And I have been a fool


And I have been a fool

for I never felt the fire

that gave warmth to the heart

with many a mellow desire .


The wind tried to teach me

but I refused to hear his call

to open myself like the leaves

that kiss the soil at fall


If you were there , you would have laughed  at me

or cried  softly  and held  my head

for  time that goes by  never does return

just like the wise man had once said .


So if you meet my heart , down some dusty road

be sure to convey my regards

and tell him that the fool has learnt

to live  life like a game of cards .

Arijit Roy

(Poem and photograph)


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I will try to resist

to the best as long as I can .

I will push myself

give in everything I have , lest  I fall asleep .


Oh sweet sleep , be not angry with me my lady

but yes , what they say is true

I cannot deny , even though I try

that I have found someone

whose voice is sweeter than your blessing

and thoughts deeper than your dreams .


It is this dream now , her dream

which I live every minute with open eyes

not tonight sleep , not tonight

for a lover laughs and a lover cries .


Cast not your spell oh sleep

let me live this dream , let me stay awake

Cast not your spell oh sleep

If you ever loved , then for your lover’s sake .


Your sleep is soothing , yes

but it is a rare peace which  I now feel

I will try , I will resist

lest anyone this moment should steal .


For tomorrow scares me a little

and I solemnly refuse to look behind

then if this dream is all that I have

let me live it  till the end of time .

Arijit Roy (Poem)

Photograph taken from Google Images


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To the light that shines in the night

and falls through my window

Oh ! blessed  blessed  light

Many a nights have I spent by your side

Many a nights have I written

my heart on a piece of paper

and set it to rhyme in your light .

Many a nights I have

laughed , wept , dreamt , loved

all in your light , tender tender light .

For whenever I felt lonely in the arms of the night

you reminded always

that I , have a friend

Oh blessed be the night

when I saw you for the first time

for I saw myself then in a new light .

Perhaps then for the first time

it felt like dawn at midnight .

Arijit Roy

(Poem and Photograph)

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Tiny Truth


It is dusk .

I lie in the field , lost .

A group of ants walk past my feet

they tell me , I have stopped .

I see , they carry the wounded on their shoulders

not their pain .

They tell me  “Brother ! Drop the pain

carry yourself forward” .

I rise .

Arijit Roy

 (Poem and photograph)

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Deep Breaths

Breaths are closing down,  you say

is it death or  love , I wonder

which is better which is worse

to answer , I am torn asunder .

Both free you from life , yes

both come , at their own call

both may lift you to the greatest heights

both may ,  lead to your fall .

Whose day it is , I do not know

but some footsteps can be heard

for both of them scream in silence

and make no use of any word .


                                                                                                                                        Arijit Roy

(Poem and photograph)

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Aati – mango seed in Bangla


In days , which I now realise were free

but were then , as turbulent as today

I along with the old king , one summer

had planted a mango seed

in a specially ordered pot , just outside our home .

The old king , I remember would often tell

how he , when he was my age

had planted a similar (mango) seed

which now has grown into a seventy year old tree

rich with fruits , foliage and everything else .

The tree still , stands tall in our native village

but it’s father has gone home , a long time ago .

It was the same wind that spread his ashes

which now moves the leaves , one way to another .

The seed we planted here , did grow into a sapling

but the sapling now has dried away

not only the plant , but also the human sapling

whom he loved a bit too dearly .

A good soil , a little water and

a bit of sunlight might restore them both

for they have to , have to grow into a tree 

full of life  ,  rich with fruits , foliage

and everything else .

Arijit Roy

(Poem and photograph)

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Close your eyes


A  billet doux  (love letter)

or will a bullet do

both take away lives .

Not one

but many ,

many die as the trigger of the heart is pulled .

Boom ! the noise ,

all is silence

and all  ,  is silenced .

                                                                                         Arijit Roy

                                                                                      (Poem and photograph)