I Wonder

“Why every verse of unrerealised love of even poets I have never known, brings you to me, everytime.

I wonder, what heart with what hurt bled on those blank sheets.

I wonder, if it was me, or someone else who penned those wounds.

I wonder…”

© Arindam Dey


Stories on my Skin

“For the brief time we were one, you left two stories on my skin. The marks of love, and the scars of fear.

Sometimes, when I wake up deep into the night, shivering in my cold loneliness, I wonder, which one of them will sleep longer with me.”

© 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, look at me and leave. I wait and I wait…”

© Arindam Dey


“Still today, after all these years, I am terrified everytime you come in front of me. Lest my eyes run out of excuses, when you ask me, how I am.”

© Arindam Dey


No, not all love stories have summer evening strolls together, kisses in the rain or a hearth of each other’s body in winters.

If only unposted letters, dead rose buds and fading wallet polaroids could whisper, they would tell you, “Yes, we had a love story too.”

© Arindam Dey


“The best and worst thing about memories, is the fact that you know, that there was innocence, that once lived in you…”

© 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

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


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

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