Friday Nights

You are like Friday nights
After days of wearing masks
Of slaves of different lives
I come to you as free.

You are like Friday nights
After days being someone else
And tired of envy and lies
I come to you as me.

You are my Friday nights
Where leaving the fool’s battle
Of a worldly week behind
I am where I need be.

© Arindam Dey



Years have gone since we last met
Yet even today when there is a knock
I wonder if that is you.

The world I greet at that doorstep
Sometimes my longing too right there
Wishing only if it was you.

© Arindam Dey

Your Name

Eyes were moist, so was my sky
When I stopped again tonight.

And once more I kept your name
Safe in me where all scars hide.

© Arindam Dey


Let all complaints fade
And tears put up
No fight.

When I seek my hearth
In your lips again

Let that furnace burn
When a city goes
To sleep.

And a lover’s sketch
On a lover goes
Skin deep.

© Arindam Dey


Tired of words
my wouned pen
crawls dry.

Tell me,
Oh ancient sin
Oh name in dark.

Would you still
be my verse
If that old sheet
stays blank tonight?

© Arindam Dey

The Wordweaver

Breaking the soft morning mist
We shall meet again that winter
Somewhere like two strangers.

Your teen shadow, excited
Will bring you to the wordweaver
Whose verses have long
Taken her to sleep
Since your lullabies no longer.

And you, more nervous today
And still, more beautiful than ever
Will hold again my fingers
That once loved you
Those days that lost summer.

When your stealing eyes meet me
We will be amidst all there,
And yet far away that day
“Why still now?” they will ask
“Why no one else ever?”

And my silent smile will reply
In words that you always knew
On that far away winter.

© Arindam Dey

Your Lips

And then
Closing your eyes
When you gently lose
your lips in mine.

I will too
Find life once more
In some raindrops and
your lips tonight.

© Arindam Dey


I wait for words
As my pen dries up
in denial.

No, tonight is not
for words
Its only about silence.

A little left on your lips
And some
left in my heart.

© Arindam Dey


Yes, true
I was destroyed
that moment
our eyes first met.

All I do now
Is collect
the broken pieces
from time.

Where a little of you
still remains
And some of me
still loves.

© Arindam Dey

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