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"
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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.
Busy Wasting Time
What did you say I was? An idler
Jesus, you’ve got no rhyme
I’m very busy these days friend
I’m busy wasting time
Yes, this task is real
& I’m seriously occupied
“Even if this be madness there is method in it”
That surely cannot be denied
Its different than doing nothing you see
Here’s an approach and an aim
& if you work too hard at this
You can surely build a name
Sometimes this can get spiritual too
As worldly tasks are put away
one then meditates on the higher truth
On how to waste the entire day
Upon becoming enlightened thus
To the world this sermon you preach
No matter what the ignorant say
One must continue to teach
& so, my friends, no more delay
I say, get busy wasting time
It’s a huge responsibility, an uphill task
Given only to the prime.
After The Blessing
You love the rain but hate the mud
you want the war but not the blood
you love the love but hate the tears
you want the peak but not the fears
you hate the sun for you love the moon
but still wish for the night to get over soon
You chase life, by running away from death
but both exist, within your breath
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 .
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” .