Arijit Roy is an upcoming name in the Delhi poetry circuit. He is the founder of Sri venkateswara college's creative writing society- Petrichor. He has served as the youth ambassador of Delhi poetry festival season five. His book of poems In the hour of sky has been published by Writers Workshop India . He has been invited to recite at various institutions namely Mayo college girls Ajmer, IIT Delhi, Jashn literature carnival, Maulana Azad medical college, Jamia University, Maharaja agrasen college among few. But ask him, about himself . He replies" I am just another lost soul like everyone else"
There is a difference
being in love
and being a lover.
A differernce of charm
a difference of illusion.
Being in love is imagining
yourself as the lead actor
Being a lover is remembering
the dialoques and pulling off the scene.
One is heart
the other is heartbeat.
If you can cry my friend
and if tears can fall from your eyes
you are then indeed ahead
of most people in life.
If you have the patience to know
that there is no shame in tears
and it is easier to let go than to hold on
you are then indeed
ahead of most people in life.
and if you have the courage
to bare your heart,
letting the universe absorb
all your pain, wounds and suffering
you are indeed then
ahead, of most people in life.
For life my friend, is just like a paperboat
you can only float
if you are light.
Love hold your dagger, let me count my wounds
Some closed, some closing and a few still agape,
For your cut never heals but becomes an art
Right through the heart, in the beloved’s shape.
Your only redemption, you do not stab from behind
You have courage in your heart still
You cut slow, deep yet never kill
You’re a beautiful death, with no escape.
And cut I am through every pore
Love I cannot anymore so
Kill this time or throw away your dagger
No more sorrow can this heart contain
Kill this time, I refuse to stagger
For I’m tired of smiling despite the pain.
“Go watch the moon” she says
“What’s special tonight” I ask
“It’s the lunar eclipse” she replies
“the moon hides behind a mask”.
I refuse to go, so she says to me
“It won’t happen again anytime soon”
How could I tell her
that for me, she was the only moon.
Get in touch, or swing by for a cup of coffee.