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

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

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

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

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

The Alleys

Do you still read
those words I wrote
in that last note
to you
that day it rained?

Do you still miss
those puddles where
we used to jump
in alleys
where love remained?

© Arindam Dey

Hidden

In less explored
corners of smiles
Wrapped well in
enough lies,
I keep you hidden.

What if they see
that lone raindrop
When it leaves
my eyes, so
I keep you hidden.

© Arindam Dey

An Old Note

I press the folded edges
As the creases start to break
The old paper tries hard
To hold on that little longer
Its slowly fading vows.

Vows that you once wrote
Before you left that morning
After that night of storms
When my lips wrote their own
On your naked heart.

The letter has grown old
Like the eyes that look for you
And fingers that still try
To find that touch once known
Left in those withered lines.

One day when years pass
And lost are the lines forever
A hand will hold that note
Searching two ancient lovers
And a vow will be complete.

© Arindam Dey

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