Far in that corner
Two old cups laid bare.

Cups that once brought
New stories with new days
And spoke of old tales
During those old sunsets.

And now in that corner
Those old cups laid bare.

Long have been I with them
Looking at them with tears
When my heart smiled at last
And whispered to my ears.

Though bare, lucky they are
Who remained together there.

© Arindam Dey


To the market of desires
Had I gone to buy
my tomorrow at a price.

But short was I perhaps
Of tears that day
in the wallet of my eyes.

And look at me tonight
In my palace of truth
Rich in tears and pain.

Where I wait for so long
But no desires remain
And no desires remain.

© Arindam Dey

And You

Stranger winds
Tear drops from sky
In a pain soaked land
And you…

Sitting alone
By an empty chair
In a lonely balcony
And you…

An empty glass
A few lost words
In a story forgotten
And you…

A wait too long
A memory unkind
In a night like this
And you…

© Arindam Dey


Like that first touch of chill
Of cold winter mornings,
And that reminder to smile
Amidst all dull nothings.

Like a word once scratched
On a wet evening shore,
And the same scribbled words
A thousand times and more.

Like a little jump of joy
Amidst all that quiet,
And then that lump in throat
Behind my smiles tonight.

A nickname I gifted you
Our sweet old secret,
And a nickname you gave me
A story long left unsaid.

© Arindam Dey


My words may be
no more than stains
on a blank sheet tonight.

But then someday
when you read them,
my stranger, if you might.

Wipe off a name
with that lone tear
lest someone should see.

I will be a poet
once more that night,
and these words my poetry.

© Arindam Dey


“Love kept fighting the heart,
as southern winds fight closed windows.
Had only we opened them,
our summers could tell a different tale.”

© Arindam Dey


​Far at the end of that valley
Where the night has fallen asleep
On the soft lap of the hills
A hamlet twinkles in the dark.

When my car pulls away tonight
In the dark bends of the hills
I keep searching those stars below
As long two tired eyes permit.

Somewhere in that small hamlet
A you reside, and a me too
And there in two innocent dreams
Twinkles our small story.

© Arindam Dey