Chapters

“We always rued the fact that the pages of time separated us in different chapters in the book of life.

Had we only celebrated the fact that the book itself wouldn’t ever be complete without either of the chapters.

What a book we would have written!”

© Arindam Dey

The Midnight Poet

“They said no one knew why all his verses were sad and written in the darkest hours of night when everyone else was asleep.

Somewhere, far away, a book of his verses tucked under a pillow told something else. Its moist pages, weary edges, smudged print told something else. It said, she knew.”

© Arindam Dey

The Bridge

“We kept mourning the broken bridge of hope which left us stranded on either side of that river of fear.

Had we only realised, that love was not about crossing the bridge, but in that will to jump and dare those raging waters to reach each other.”

© Arindam Dey

I Wait

“We had to cross ways for only but a moment.
Who knew, you would wrap a lifetime in it?

The station remains as it was that morning.
The windows roll in to stop, look at me and go.

I wait and I wait…”

© Arindam Dey

Paradise

“One day, when we have lost much, suffered enough and broken completely, love will smile back at us. And trust me, it will stay. For love will be all we shall be left with. Ah, what a paradise!

Till then, enjoy the illusion.”

© Arindam Dey

Windows

“Love kept fighting the heart,
as southern winds fight closed windows.
Had only we opened them,
our summers could tell a different tale.”

© Arindam Dey

I Laugh


“​Sometimes I wonder what hurt more.
Losing you or never being able to tell you that…

Sometimes I just scribble the vaccum you once left. They call it poetry.

I laugh. I laugh…”

© Arindam Dey