Ayan Roy

Ayan Roy Poems

It's a cage, this beige.
It's not chocolate, khaki or sandy. It's just blaheige.
It's something that those Kiwi cricketers of the 1980s wore,
or what spies should wear like Harry Potter's invisible cloak.
...

Wherever he goes, I follow.
Need to understand his psyche,
But I can't walk a foot in his shoes,
He wears floaters in the rains, after all!
...

I
My manipulations fail as the
audience of negligent ears is
too busy visualizing the applause
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'Is he a pugilist or a punchbag? ' they wonder.
But seem to forget it's a game of give and take,
And I am more of a taker, anyway, always have been.
But that don't make me selfish,
...

There once lived a man, named Gary,
who used to travel everyday by the ferry.
The townsfolk would call him Hairy,
for they didn't know he would one day be a visionary.
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A parched soul
Looking for a watering hole,
Cannot find a drop, withers away.
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Are you are stuck in some blue funk?
Are all relationships and conversations feeling like icky gunk?
Are you getting a sense that your ship has sunk?
Don't worry. Consult a man who thinks like a monk.
...

I am Apām Napāt*
I am Shukra-born**
I am Vrischika***
I am Mesha^
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Have been diagnosed with aposiopesis*. It's…
Can it be congenital or acquired? It's…
But anyway, Big pharma isn't hunting. It's…
And so, friends and kin continue to
...

What has to be said, can not be.
What is being said, is not heard.
What is being heard, has not been said.
Signal failure?
...

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Beige... Blaheige

It's a cage, this beige.
It's not chocolate, khaki or sandy. It's just blaheige.
It's something that those Kiwi cricketers of the 1980s wore,
or what spies should wear like Harry Potter's invisible cloak.
An orange or pink is cataclysmically anathema to them.
Life - be it black or white or even grey is fine,
but what if it is beige?
Beige is not a blaze, it is a pale brown
that afraid of the sun, is hiding in the shade.
It celebrates obscurity, makes one anonymous.
Concealing individuality, like fruits in a crate.
It is neutral, like Switzerland.
But my dog dad socks peek out,
and leave me exposed in this universe full of dullards -
A flamenco dancer in a room full of people flossing*.

(*The floss or flossing is a dance move in which a person repeatedly swings their arms, with clenched fists, from the back of their body to the front, on each side. The name comes from the moves themselves, which involve 'a lot of fast arms and hip swings as though using a huge, invisible piece of dental floss'.)

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Chinedu Dike 11 January 2022

An interesting piece nicely put together. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched......

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