Posted in love, Uncategorized


Someone asked me 

why I never completed

the poem about her.

I smiled and said 

” I never ended that poem

for that was the greatest way

to complete it”. 

                                           Arijit Roy

                           ( Poem and photograph

Posted in love, Uncategorized


Love is the sun of my sky

but a cloud comes between us.

Oh ! Dear cloud

Float away, float along .

Come not between us

play with the wind, Go! Drift away

for I do not want your shade.

I want to feel the strong rays of love

even if, they burn my skin.

For I desire more heat, more love.
Arijit Roy

( Poem and photograph)

Posted in Uncategorized

On Nothing

To do nothing is a grave sin

to be nothing, a damnation.

Nothing has always been our punching bag

our very own black sheep.

But tell me, tell me honestly

can nothing ever be wounded?

can nothing ever be destroyed?

No! Nothing can hurt nothing

Why then all this hate, for nothing

We are nothing and we will go to nothing

Why then, loath to be nothing.

Nothing is everything

and everything is nothing.

Nothing is not the blank page

that stares at our face,

nothing is the inability to write

because there is too much to say.

Arijit Roy


Posted in love

Settle Softly

Like a butterfly, sitting slowly

carefully upon a green leaf

love came and sat

upon my tender heart. 

Bewildered with joy and amazement 

I jumped and sang to the clouds 

like a child unable to contain

the music within. 

Arijit Roy

( Poem and photograph)

Posted in artistic spirit, eternity, flight

Dance of the wings


Above this giant lake

with its shimmering waves

you fly as if you have nothing to lose.


You fly fast, you turn swift

as if the sky is where you were born.

No more death for you, my friend

for somewhere near the shore

you have dropped your fear of falling

and now in every flap of your wing

you are born again,

infinite like your sky.


Oh! my little friend

how simply you fly

without a thought

without a cry

as if all this sky were your playground.

Be the wind gentle , be the wind harsh

you always make a brother of him

and fly

fly as if this were some deep meditation.

The spark in your flight

ignites the nomad in me

who is always on the look

for a journey without an end.


You fly, you turn, you twist, you swerve

Oh! You fly again

as if testing the very limits of your freedom.


I listen, as you say

that if anywhere peace resides

you have found it in your sky.

You soar, you rise

as if every step forward

is a revelation of a higher truth

as if there in the arms of the sky

you find yourself again

as if by being there, by only being there

you feel one with god.


Oh! my little friend

If I were just a little bit like you

how eternal I would be

If I had the courage

to throw myself to the sky

without a thought or cry

how eternal I would be

and if I had the strength

to let my heart fly

and realize itself at every end

like your twists and turns

how eternal I would be


But here, now

sitting in front of a beautiful view

watching you fly by

seeing the sunkissed waves

seeing the mountain capes

feeling the wind

and the soft murmur of leaves

I know that I am

and by being here by only being here

I too am a part of your flight.

Arijit Roy

(Poem and Photograph)

Posted in eternity, love, Uncategorized



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)


Posted in artistic spirit, Death, Life



O sweet one!

What is it that you ask

Why day and night you hide behind a mask

Why hug the sorrow, why forget the joy

Why abandon your spirit like a broken toy.

The truth you search for

grows in your heart

as every season plays a part.

In darkness you die, in light you are born

like a rose, blooming around many a thorn.

Life and its joys overlooking death

rose and its beauty within a shadowy breath .

The red flower which loves

is also the red which inspires

a will to overcome sadness

Come fate! Come fire!

But its beauty withers away

and thorns which go on to stay

do say in many a way

that in sorrow too lies beauty

and in beauty too lies sorrow

life and death move hand in hand

between yesterday and tomorrow.

Arijit Roy

(Poem and photograph)