Constellations

“Do you still figure constellations that look like our initials together?” he asked calling a random number, again.

“Who is this?” the woman’s voice asked back like most times, but before he could reply, it added, “no, not any more.”

A moment passed.

“Then, you have grown up,” he said stroking his greying hair, still not believing his luck.

“No,” she laughed this time, “I figured you were too far to be some constellation. I would rather imagine you as the clouds that hid them. At least, then you rain on me sometimes, and we can have our…” she stopped once and then added softly, “conversations.”

A moment passed.

“How are you?” he finally asked, after the pause.

© 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

Like You

Sometimes it looked
like those flying locks
When the breeze
played with you
On our evening strolls
in lonely alleys.

Sometimes it looked
like every strand
of that wet gown
Embracing you tight
When you danced
in the rain.

Sometimes it looked
like that lone tear
That rolled out
of your closing eyes
When my lips met yours
in the dark.

Was it freedom
ecstasy or a promise
I wonder if I knew
what love looked like
Or if it ever looked
like anything but you.

© Arindam Dey

Everytime It Rained

You always complained
that I never wrote love letters
to you.

But only if you had let
those monsoon drops love you
as madly as I did.

You would have found
a billion letters that I sent you
everytime it rained.

© Arindam Dey

Little Death


​A little death
I die every night
To meet you
In my dreams.

As I wait for
That eternal sleep
Where you and I
Live those dreams.

© Arindam Dey

Despair

Yes you left that day
For your wings were too bright
To fly the barren skies
Of this dead world oh dear.

And so I still collect
Those pieces you left behind
Some verses of old joys
And some songs of despair.

© Arindam Dey

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