Posted in Self and Peace.

Add life to your days

 

 

 

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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)

 

Posted in Self and Peace., Uncategorized

Away

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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)

Posted in love, Uncategorized

She

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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)

 

Posted in Uncategorized

Dip In !

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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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Unafraid

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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)

Posted in Uncategorized

Growth

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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)