I am the silence
that your lips
still feel,
Trembling in hope
For a pain will be
sweet tonight.

I am the madness
that your eyes
look with,
Waiting to close
To whispers of
dark delight.

I am the revolt
that a heart
rewrote,
Throbbing aloud
When untamed
fingers fight.

© Arindam Dey

Can you see her
like a photograph
in my words tonight?

Can you see
how the silver night
slips from her eyes
like a dream
and kisses her lips,
How it peeks through
the night of locks
and flows undressing
all veils of dark
across a silken spine.

Don’t let it loose.

For it will roll down
her nervous neck
like untamed waterfalls
meandering into
that naughty creek,
Running down
the valley by those
forbidden peaks
into soft grazing plains
to far volcanoes of life.

Can you see her
like that photograph
made in black and white?

© Arindam Dey

Deep in the night
Far from this world,
I see you.

This is a good dream.

Where the light
and darkness kiss,
Where all desires and
despair make love,
I see you.

Where truth is
no more the reality,
And yet nothing is more
real than dreams,
I see you.

This is a good dream.

Caged in eyes
Yet never so free
When you step back
And yet invite me,
I see you.

A lull persists
Yet a storm ravage
When bare skins rhyme
And lips engage
I see you.

This is a good dream.

© Arindam Dey

No she won’t sleep tonight
For Rai has waited long
To hear Kanha’s flute.

The flute that hypnotised
Oh so many of them
Whom Rai envied so long.

The flute that so often
Undressed her worldly coy
As she ran to him in trance.

For long was it lost
From their own Madhuvan
As she waited in tears.

But a promise will be kept
When it weeps tonight
Far on that Yamuna bank.

And Rai will run again
Across the night untamed
To meet her Kanha at last.

© Arindam Dey

Why look at
me like that, oh poetry
of my dark?

I have long
given up, in this battle
with my light.

Wild sinful
songs of skin, will now
hum their part.

When we meet
at last, through a dark
unending night.

© Arindam Dey

Deep indeed
are those
scars of light.
Come let me
put on you
a balm of night.

Let me caress
and kiss
where they pain.
When tears on
your skin
burn up again.

Let me unveil
and love
all scars of light.
When you heal
and melt
in me tonight.

© Arindam Dey

She plays with the night
like no other.

Her smudged kohl
teases the restless dark,
That craves to know
what heartbreak she hides
beneath closed eyes.

Her lips so tight
and yet they tremble like
she is in fever high,
Or is that an old flame
her lips invite.

Her bun though tied
wants to loosen tonight,
Still all her veils
tells me of her fears
to put up a fight.

And yet her bare
neck plays me so unfair,
When her hand takes
mine to free her throbs and
unleash a night’s desire.

She plays with the night
like no other.

© Arindam Dey

You are the poetry
I can never write.

For that world is
enveloped by desires,
too ancient, too wild,
And yet, too pure
for mortal eyes.

So let me write
of darker longings,
Let my words blanket
us in mortal lusts.

Where in between
words, sometimes in
our quietest hours,
You may slip in.

And beneath this
cage of fleshy needs
You will find our verse,
free like fire, like storms,
And you will know.

What souls recite
where pens fall quiet.

© Arindam Dey

I wish
I was the sadness
of your nights.

Amidst earnest
sighs that
slipped off lips,
As you hummed
my words
in darkest hours.

In waiting closed
eyes and
dropped off veils,
When I loved
you hard
disguised as tears.

I wish
I was the sadness
of your nights.

© Arindam Dey

I see July clouds
hiding the sunshine
of your face.

I crave to find
where you still live
Behind those tears
of once naughty eyes.

I die to moist
those lips left dry
Where love stories
used to hide in smiles.

I see July clouds
hiding the sunshine
of your face.

Why fingers clutch
when you sit quiet
Let me in once
where you cannot hide.

Why those feet stop
to step outside
Hold my hands once
when you can’t decide.

Let July clouds rain
and make that sunshine
return again.

© Arindam Dey

Oh words
Just don’t leave me
Alone tonight.

Like tears
That have long left
Two eyes so dry.

Like a voice
That have long left
A soul so quiet.

I promise
I will never write
A name again.

Oh words
Just don’t leave this
Blank paper dry

Let a pen
Bleed all that’s left
On this tonight.

© Arindam Dey

Outside,
Long has that sky
shed tears, on
the chest of my town.
Tonight, let she
just rain love
on these thirsty lands.

Inside,
How those two eyes
have longed, a
tameless touch of thirst.
Tonight, let once
a poet rain
on you with bare hands.

© Arindam Dey

Smile enough
for the world my love
Let me come to you
when you have nothing
but tears to share.

Speak enough
to flood all deaf ears
But do keep some
quiet moments for us
if you can spare.

Let this world
love you in sunshine
Keep only for me
your darkest hours
to see you in.

Let me touch
all those naked scars
As my bare words
give you sweet burns
in a healing sin.

© Arindam Dey

And there
at the far end of reason
And beginning
of desires,
I see you stand a while.

Where the
bright lights of sanity
Give in to dark
ecstacies,
I see you wait and smile.

Your eyes
excite and arms invite
Nervous lips call
to recite,
A poetry of your curves.

And I throw
a million desperate lies
To a heart saying
otherwise,
To a sin, this night loves.

© Arindam Dey

Deep in you,
where you hide
sad tales,
Like the ocean
hides its pearls.

I crave to drown
and lose myself,
When a night
in your tresses
unfurls.

Oh bind me
in those arms
tonight,
Let me blend
in you like wine.

And find my words
in your salt love,
When your
heartbeats rhyme
with mine.

© Arindam Dey

For long has
fate painted it’s
grey on you,
Come let me
paint some love
on you tonight.

Let me smear
some red on
those dry lips,
And smudge that
black under two
deep moist eyes.

Let me once
submerge these
thirsty hands,
Deep in those
gold, blue and
hues of life.

Before they
caress that
naked canvas,
And make our
masterpiece
tonight.

© Arindam Dey

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Don’t sink into his words
For his verses are poison.

Dug out from the deeps
Where that sun of love
has long forgotten
to shine.

Don’t give into his words
For his verses are poison.

Where a thirst remains
despite all rains, and a
lustful rotten sin is
now divine.

© Arindam Dey

Why does that
distant flute
keep weeping tonight,
Why doesn’t it
let her go?

Doesn’t it know
how his complaint
keeps her awake?
And yet, tonight
she cannot go.

Doesn’t it feel
how his acute calls
make her restless?
And yet, tonight
she will not go.

Doesn’t it get
how broken she was
to break his heart?
Then why tonight
it makes her go.

Why must that
distant flute
obey Kanha tonight,
Why doesn’t it
let Rai go?

© Arindam Dey

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Let’s play with
strings tonight.

Let’s loosen some
to slip that
moonlight in.

Let’s loosen more
to free that
heartbeat out.

Let’s play with
strings tonight.

Let’s tighten some
to squeeze a
dreamland in.

Let’s tighten more
to name that
deep sigh out.

© Arindam Dey

Let anklets chime,
Like raindrops whisper
their surrender
to the love of water
bodies on earth outside.

When you come
to me tonight.

Let those little bells
that kiss your feet
at every step,
Keep singing how
divine to touch you is.

When you come
to me tonight.

And let me slip them
off you once, love,
with that tinkling wink
As our night begins
to hum it’s own tunes.

When you come
to me tonight.

© Arindam Dey

Oh, don’t leave me
tonight,  just yet.

For that moon has
lit desire in such places,
When a coy night hid
in your untamed tresses.

The stars too have
only just met,
Oh, don’t leave me
tonight, just yet.

See how fireflies now
tired have gone to sleep,
And how a fire in that
cold hearth waits to be lit.

Let’s no longer make
that fire wait,
Oh, don’t leave me
tonight, just yet.

Two moist eyes have
for long, longed this night.
When two souls love
their homes in moonlight.

Let two verses melt
before its late,
Oh, don’t leave me
tonight, just yet.

© Arindam Dey

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In a world,
where innocence
has long lost
its right to life.

You came in faith.

Look again,
We are no land
for mothers
or new promises.

Why come in faith?

A planet,
long forbidden
by Gods, not a
home anymore.

Why come in faith?

We are all,
but a rotting race
left back to lie
kill and plague.

Why come in faith?

© Arindam Dey

(In protest to elephant killing in Kerala)

They say,
it is the darkness
of abyssmal nights,
That makes the
morning light,
Oh so much more
worth all the pain.

Then yes,
let me remain
your curse likewise,
Forever in the dark
of your heart,
Till love finds you
a new face again.

© Arindam Dey

In the end
our love story
became a collage
of broken moments.

Not much
of your laughs, or
my antics.

But more of
the quiets I had
after I veiled you in
my poems everytime.

And those
you had, knowing
it was you.

Always, in every line.

© Arindam Dey