In Dreams

​When sleeps the night
We will talk of you
And some of me

When I steal the quiet
From your dry lips
In a tired dream

© Arindam Dey


​Oh how your words
Had my heart
Burnt to ashes that day,
When you had to go
Far away.

Had only your eyes
Lied likewise
My forevers would say,
A different tale
Even today.

© Arindam Dey


The first sight after opening eyes
The craving glance when leaving
The longing for the hours between
And the secret joy of returning.

The blessed hold in each embrace
The desperate scare of losing
The last assurance before I sleep
And the reason of my dreaming.

You… you are everything!

© Arindam Dey


​Loving you with
a smile
I made you laugh.

When you used to sit
there in rage.

And now when
you smile
there always.

I count the sleepless
nights in cage.

Strange indeed is the
pleasure, your
photo finds in my pain.

© Arindam Dey


​All I ask from you
Is one moment
Where you will be mine
And only mine.

Not of this world
Not of yourself
Not of time, and not of fate
But mine, only mine.

For a thousand years
Like that candle
I have burnt, I have melt
In a fire of my own.

Before I go off tonight
Just be mine once
And I will live one lifetime
In that moment alone.

© Arindam Dey


“Oh how I wish you were my friend” I said to that blank page.

“What makes you think I am not?” It asked back.

“Then,” I said, “why do you always make my pen weep on you?”

“Pain is priceless, my friend,” it replied, “it tells you who you are. It introduces you to your soul. How could I ever let you loose it over some tears? I carry it for you. So that the world could see the beauty of pain. So that you are no longer afraid of it.”

“I don’t understand,” I urged, “how can pain be beautiful?”

“Let your pen weep another poetry on me tonight,” it smiled back, “and you will know.”

© Arindam Dey

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