Oh night,
Spill a little more of her
Through my nib

For that blank sheet
Has long been
thirsty for her love.

Oh night,
Let it not be left back
Where I remain

© Arindam Dey

In The Rains

Someday, I want to stand with you in the rains.

I want to see why you surrender to the showers with open arms and closed eyes.

Why you love that tameless wind playing with your flowing dark hair.

Why do you soak in those drops kissing your nervous soft skin and those puddles dancing under your jumping happy feet.

Someday, I want to love you back, just like them.

© Arindam Dey


​Let those raindrops
Roll on you
Oh let them kiss your smile.

For heavens too
Crave for that
Touch of love once a while.

© Arindam Dey

Never the Same

They break on me
Like old memories
As they sing to me
your name.

But without that
Of your lips in mine
Even rains are never
the same.

© Arindam Dey


True… Days rush over me like the waves covering your name that I scratch on the sands of time… every time.

But then the waves go back like night… leaving us behind… a few smudged remains of you and some broken parts of me.

© Arindam Dey

Never Meant To Be

I was the scar, and you the balm.
I was the storm, and you the calm.

You and me left, to be complete
In a world forever, yet never meet.

We remained a tale, for eternity.
But a love story, never meant to be.

© Arindam Dey

Midnight Memories

“There is something about midnights. Sudden wakings, unreasonable tears, tameless memories, soulcrushing longings. I don’t know how to put it in words. It’s almost like being surrounded by an endless hollow and forced to keep breathing long after you are dead.

I just pray, it stops happening to you too, someday soon…”

© Arindam Dey


“Do you still figure constellations that look like our initials together?” he asked calling a random number, again.

“Who is this?” the woman’s voice asked back like most times, but before he could reply, it added, “no, not any more.”

A moment passed.

“Then, you have grown up,” he said stroking his greying hair, still not believing his luck.

“No,” she laughed this time, “I figured you were too far to be some constellation. I would rather imagine you as the clouds that hid them. At least, then you rain on me sometimes, and we can have our…” she stopped once and then added softly, “conversations.”

A moment passed.

“How are you?” he finally asked, after the pause.

© Arindam Dey

A Tear

​In that quiet hour of night
When hiding from the world
You read my old verses.

Do let that
Lone tear go free tonight
Which you have prisoned
In your eyes for so long.

Let it love you a little
In that soft dark in quiet
As I did so many times.

Before you
Return to that new world
Where I just stay behind
In a tear and an old song.

© Arindam Dey

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