Posted in eternity, love, Uncategorized

Floating

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It is always so hard to open up

it is always so hard to cry

yet the heart which is firm like a brick

melts like colours in a sunset sky.

The truth we see as a monster

the truth we curse and harp 

is small and beautiful like a butterfly

that, which eludes our grasp.

Somewhere from behind the clouds I know

you watch me and you smile

somewhere inside the heart I know

you are there all the while.

So I sing to your blue sky

and write about the love which always grew

for somewhere I also know 

that my words will reach you.

 

Arijit Roy

(Poems and photograph)

 

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Posted in heartbreak, love

Eluded

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O love!  Thou wicked conjurer

thou hast trickest me again

thou has made my heart burn

by me very hands, in thy illusion.

 

O cursed be thy soul

for thou makest me revel in dreams , not my own

and makest me

flow like a leaf in the air , tossing me

whichever way thou chooses.

 

O love!  Thou art a villain.

Thou villainous dog

tell me , tell me honestly

Did I ever, ever foul thee?

Hoh! Henceforth I refuse to sing thy praises

and to let my soul dance

to the cadence of thy songs,

for thou art a thief,

thou hast robst me in daylight  O lord!

thou hast robst me of my joy

and left me alone in this barren land

sans water, hope , everything.

 

It is not grief that causeth the trouble

but it is the hope of thy arrival

for I wait and hope and hope and wait

but forget, that thou art treacherous.

 

Promise me O love!  Promise me thou cruel deity

that one day thou willst bless me

bless me with all the joy in my share

bless me by this earth, by this light

Oh! bless me for heaven’s sake

 

Why?  Why O love!

I came to thee with a golden heart

and thou spat on it, relentlessly.

Thou has come to those unworthy of thee

thou has blest those, unaware of thy shine

yet thou always refused to shake me hand

tell me O love!  Answer me!

Am I such a damned soul?

 

O love!  Thou art a pest

Thou has spread thy roots deep in my heart

and I know,  anon

I will again dance to thy tunes

and sing thy praises like a minstrel

for I am a man; limited

but thou art infinite.

O love!  Come!  Come!

set me free,  let me taste the stars

O love!  Teach me thy eternal poem

remind me that it is not betrayal or pain

or suffering or wounds that is thy call

these, the notions of the vain;  I care not for

for I know,  it is only thou

who gives the courage to fight all fear

and the strength to overcome all sadness.

 

Come then O love, sweet love

Come, Come in all thy form

O merciful!  I beg you

Come in all thy regal splendour

and show all,  thy true heart

else may there be a plague

on thy house .

 

Arijit Roy

(Poem and photograph)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Posted in love, Self and Peace., Tagore

This is my delight

Inspired from Gitanjali

Poem – Aamar ei poth chava tai aanondo

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This is my delight, thus to wait

and to wail at the moon,

remembering thy face.

Gentle breeze blows slowly

spreading the perfume of thy smile.

Stars, near or far

twinkle with all their might

yet they lack the luster

born in thine eyes.

Together, we sit in the arms of the dusk

like long lost friends

taking joy at the hope of thy arrival.

 

In the meanwhile, I smile and sing

with them yet all alone

In the meanwhile

the moon hides behind a cloud.

 

 

Arijit Roy

(Poem and Photograph)

Posted in love, Uncategorized

Keep Reading!!

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Your eyes are like a sonnet

they may shrink as you laugh

but their light it never dims .

 

Your nose, just like a novel

long indeed but interesting.

 

Your chin like a short story

a thousand  words, a thousand  praises

yet precise.

 

Your teeth, like free verse

irregular in metre

but powerful in shine .

And your lips, just like a play

like dialogues they stay together till the end

yet are never divided by any act.

Together, they help in writing

the finest literature in the world

your smile,

most fulfilling, most soulful.

 

Arijit Roy

(Poem and photograph)

Posted in love, Unquiet Mind

At the tip

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It has rained heavily

and everything through the window seems clean .

Trees , plants ,shrubs

all are rich again , back in the colour of youth.

 

A little raindrop somewhere

is dangling at the end of a shoot ,

determined to let go of the plant

yet not ready to embrace the soil .

 

It reminds me of me

for I too ,

am dangling at the end of a shoot

determined to fall in love

yet not ready to face the fears .

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)