Monsoons

When a few more
monsoons have crossed
and the heavens
have mourned enough
keeping us apart.

I will come to you again.

Do love me back
once more that night
like thunderstorms
you swept me like, before
the monsoons came.

© Arindam Dey

Nothing But

“It’s funny how we realised the true beauty and yet despair of love, only when all our fear, our anger, our hatred and our absence were done throwing at each other to the fullest of our abilities.

When we had nothing but love left to give.”

© Arindam Dey

Spill

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

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

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

© 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

Crave


​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
tonight
Like old memories
As they sing to me
your name.

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

© Arindam Dey

Waves

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

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