Sometimes

I am that smile
with a tear,
When a sin keeps you
from sleep.

Sinking your face
in a pillow,
And clutching on that
bed sheet.

I am those words
you whisper,
When a stormy night
goes deep.

Sometimes in love,
Sometimes in despair.

© Arindam Dey

Fierce

The sky no more
was a pleasant sight
The winds
too cruel to fail.

For a mother was
too fierce that night
To heed
her children’s wail.

So long have we
failed her non stop
So long
we broke her trust.

A mother’s wrath
did break all bounds
A wrath
we now see must.

© Arindam Dey

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Kanha

Oh Rai,
But you were so
fired on your Kanha!

Then why
that distant flute
plays hide-n-seek
with your smiles.

And why
your coy lips call
his name with
moistened eyes.

Oh Rai,
But what is life
if there is no Kanha!

Tonight
let your aanchal fly
and flowers drop
in your plight.

Just like
all complaints fade
when tears meet
love midnight.

© Arindam Dey

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Strangers Again

Come,
let us be strangers again
one more time.

Let us start once more
standing apart
At the opposite ends
of our universe.

Let me seek you again
across all chaos
On the road of our lives
running between.

Let me see you from afar
not knowing you
Your name, your address
or your dreams.

And then, let God reach me
lighting up my dark
Like He did once eons ago
through your smile.

Come,
let us be strangers again
one more time.

© Arindam Dey

My Poetry Burns

My poetry burns
with envy tonight.

For hours had I
picked and plucked
Words that sang
of you my love.

From tempest eyes
and summer cheeks
My words spoke of
your cherry lips.

When your tresses
invoked the night
On paradise of that
moonlit spine,
My words sang of
your feather arms
Before they hymned
your anklet chime.

They sang your coy
they sang your tears
Oh how my words
could ever fail,
For now they broke
like a waterfall
To the poetry behind
your bosoms veil.

Making my verse
now complete
I stood in front with
trembling feet,
But all you did
was glance and smile
And all my words
sat in defeat.

My poetry burnt
with envy tonight
And freed me once
of all my pride.

Oh how my words
can match that shine
Let it just love that
beauty divine.

© Arindam Dey

Failed Verse

Oh let me cut
open some scars,
On that blank sheet
tonight.

For what to do
when words deny,
Let a few drops stain
the white.

Oh let it take
two eyes awake,
To a time when they
met yours.

So what if you
who never knew,
Find this one more
failed verse.

© Arindam Dey

Old Scars

I am that question
of your heart,
That makes you smile
Makes you cry.

I am that whisper
of your soul,
That keeps you awake
Every night.

Why remember me
like old scars,
That time rubbed off
Like old lies.

For I am that verse
you still hide,
That made its home
Two moist eyes.

© Arindam Dey

Enchantress

You look like hope
in the dark forests of
everyday.
Distant, yet there
and I struggle alone
to reach that light.

You look like balm
in an ocean of pain
I sail across.
You call my name
as I brave all storms
across the night.

Why deny me
of your paradise oh
enchantress.
Light up my hope
cast one more spell
call me again.

Let me feel your
tears on my chest for
one more time.
When we steal love
from dark nights and
no veils remain.

© Arindam Dey

Acheing

The lazy morning light
gently caresses
her tired acheing body.

She has woken after
a lonely night
of longing for her lover.

Dressed again in that saree
like how she used to
everytime he came to her.
And how across the night
he gently removed all drapes,
moistening her butter skin
with his kisses.

It would ache, it would
oh so much, and yet
she would want some more.

He didn’t come last night.
Not the night before.
And not before.

She is tired today.
Her dropping aachal is tired.
Her parched skin is tired.
Her dry lips are tired.
Her waiting eyes are tired.
Her greying locks are tired.
Her broken heart is tired.

The night aches, but no longer
brings him home,
neither does the light.

© Arindam Dey

Only if I was

Only if I was
that morning sun,
I could kiss your eyes
everytime I saw
your waking face,
Envious of the night
in those eyelids.

Only if I was
that meadow green,
I could kiss your feet
everytime I felt
those feather steps,
Running unbound like
free southwinds.

Only if I was
that mad raindrop,
I could kiss your heart
everytime I fell
like an old true love,
Making a home within
those closed twins.

© Arindam Dey

A Little More

Ah, let it storm
a little more.

The winds
have not yet freed
those wild curls#,
Thunders
have not yet tricked
you to my arms.

Ah, let it drizzle
a little more.

The clouds
have not yet kissed
those coy lips,
Raindrops
have not yet loved
you enough.

Ah, let it love you
a little more.

© Arindam Dey

Wild flower

I see you
like a wild flower,
Dancing in the
tempests
of my desire.

I see you
from the prison,
Of my sanity
shackled
in my reason.

I dread to sin
yet crave it more,
As your summer
melts all fear
from my core.

Oh let me lose
to you once more,
Like moths burn
in fires that
they so adore.

© Arindam Dey

Free Me Tonight

A thousand years
I have stayed
prisoned in your eyes.

Obedient, to your smile.

I have shown
you dreams of
what could have been,
and reminded you
of what it is like
living without life.

Free me, tonight.

Let me roll all over you
love you all the way
and free you too
once for all,
before I submit
to my own oblivion.

Yours truly, your tear.

© Arindam Dey

Only If I Could

And only if I could
write that verse,
That shouted out
to the world.

Why oceans envy
those two deep eyes
And nights, the dark
of  your hair.

Ah, only if I could
write those words,
That whispered
to me once.

Why rivers steal
those tender curves
And storms, the throb
of your heart.

© Arindam Dey

Ruins

Ever seen,
How silences
make moist love,
To those blank eyes
with a name
no one’s ever heard.

My dear,
Verses are a
struggle indeed,
Till words find home
in those ruins
of a broken heart.

© Arindam Dey

Hide

Hide well my love,
For tonight is
only pain and death
outside.

Someday
that sun will again
rise to a fearless day,
And across the
broken cities
and deserted hopes,
I will come to you.

So what if
my fingers no more
comb through the
madness of your hair,
or press the soft
sadness of your lips,
So what if I die.

My words will
love you all the same,
From the forgotten
pages of an old book
that still remain
with you.

© Arindam Dey

Poem Of A Tear

Your tear writes
a poem on its own.

Long shackled
to those longing eyes
it breaks out at last.

Rolling down tonight
it moists those dry lips
that have long forgotten
the taste of my name.

And it kisses down
that little lump
on your throat that
have long locked up
a story of pain.

Before it goes down
your veiled bosoms
making untamed love
to the storms that have
long hidden inside
my tender home.

Have I ever told you
How beautiful you are?

© Arindam Dey

The Lost Poet

I wish,
I could tell you
of that moment
When from
my poison of life
You became
my balm of death.

But then,
When have lost poets
given out their dark
Where all their
fire and tears reside
And become
their songs instead.

© Arindam Dey

March

I love you
like March loves
it’s trees.

Like morning sun
that kiss awake
those tender
blooming lips.

Like southern winds
that gently flirt
those flying
locks of leaves.

I love you
like March loves
it’s trees.

Oh what am I
but a failed poet
and you my
hidden muse.

Let loving you
like summers do
this March be
my excuse.

© Arindam Dey

One Stolen Kiss

I wonder
What you whisper
to my words,
When you read that book late,
When a world is deep asleep
but some verses
keep two worlds awake.

I wonder
If you let them kiss
your heart,
When at last your eyes close,
An open book on your chest
and untold words
soaking those pillows.

I wonder
If you tell them of
a brief dream,
Where you for once were mine,
Where my lips met your soul
and in one stolen kiss
you gave me one lifetime.

© Arindam Dey

Now-A-Days

Now-a-days
when I stand in the rain,
It doesn’t feel
like your love anymore.

The skies have become
more unforgiving,
More cold.

Now-a-days
when I weep in that rain,
I don’t feel your
tears with me anymore.

And I resign to where
our stories remain
untold.

© Arindam Dey

Thirty Two

Strange is this
dilemma.
When all I bleed
on those blank sheets
is you and you
And you.

And yet, now
I fear.
What if  you meet
your name tonight
when you read page
thirty two.

My heart trembles
to think.
And what of those
pages before
And what about
those after.

One secret that
was mine.
How many times
will she now find
in each page of
that book.

© Arindam Dey

Billions

In a billion stars
I wonder, if you know
I still look for you.

And every night
For a wrong star, I come
a day closer to you.

Someday when
that sky is tired of me
And I, from this life.

We will meet again
my love, among billions
in our own night sky.

© Arindam Dey

Your Scent

Oh how,
I could tell you.

How your eyes
brought me far away
to a new world everytime
And your smile
wrote me happy ends
in my fairy tales with you.

How your scent
left me sinful dreams
where every inch of mine
Craved to brave
every ebb and flow
of an ocean that was you.

And how yet,
a pair of sealed lips
and a few nervous nods
Were my allies
when all my beats
skipped in front of you.

Oh how,
I could tell you.

© Arindam Dey

By The Yamuna Banks

Oh why she runs like that wild wind
by the Yamuna banks, across Madhuvan?
For so many nights she adorned herself
With blossoms, stars and sweet moonlight
And waited for him, alone in vain.

Did the Yamuna tell him
of her tears tonight?

Oh why she runs like that wild wind
by the Yamuna banks, across Madhuvan?
All flowers fall free off her tameless locks
And heavens no more match her doe steps
Where does she go, what calls her again?

When a distant flute weeps
an old tune tonight.

Oh why she runs like that wild wind
by the Yamuna banks, across Madhuvan?
Breaking her vows to see him no more
A million complaints swell up in those eyes
And more in her that waits to rain.

By the Yamuna banks
when they meet tonight.

© Arindam Dey

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