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

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


​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


There’s one outside
And one inside.

I wonder
Which among them
Kills me tonight.

© Arindam Dey


​When they find you
in words I write
I wonder
Why cannot I?

No you don’t smile
To me like you
do to them
I wonder why?

Yet I crawl back
Through my verses
In a hope
to see you again.

Why love me not
Like you love them
Why still
that resent remain?

© Arindam Dey