Late Night

Late tonight
When my city sleeps
I will make love to you.

A little moist
When is that sky
And a little wet we too.

Stealing away
Far from this world
I will make love to you.

© Arindam Dey

Heartbeats


​A pocketfull night
I will steal from
Your eyes tonight.

For a verses few
On your heartbeats.
I wait to write.

My lips do crave
To touch and brave
Its wild verses.

For a promise that
Waited this long
Will be now met.

A pocket of dreams
I will steal from
Your eyes tonight.

For eternity
On your heartbeats.
I wait to write.

© Arindam Dey

Reply


​With tears of sky
You often replied
To my verses.

But it has been long
That a dry glass longed
For your touch dear.

When you find time
Do remind that sky
Its debt of tears.

© Arindam Dey

Heat


​True, summer heat
might have left
you away from sleep.

Still, sending you
some evening rain,
Do soak in when
you see them again.

What if they may
find I too came
to your eyes today.

© Arindam Dey

Old Story

​Why my verses
Sketch all that pain
You question me.

Someday I will
Tell you my friend
An old story.

In guise of pain
What leaves my pen
On that blank sheet.

Someday I will
Tell you oh friend
That old story.

© Arindam Dey

Water


​Verses are all
But just like water.

Peep in those eyes
Of that broken heart
That hides behind
the brightest smiles.

And you will know.
You will know.

© Arindam Dey

Midnight Poetry

From your closing eyes
When a solitary drop rolls out
In a complaint of its own.

My kisses mark your heart
As thirsty touches explore you
And a seed tonight is sown.

A thousand barren lives
Have held us apart this long
But we will rain tonight.

From those silent eyes
When that lone drop rolls down
Our poetry begins midnight.

© Arindam Dey