“I was never good with words,
until life decided to paint masterpieces of scars,
on the canvas of my solitude.”

© Arindam Dey

I Wonder

“Why every verse of unrerealised love of even poets I have never known, brings you to me, everytime.

I wonder, what heart with what hurt bled on those blank sheets.

I wonder, if it was me, or someone else who penned those wounds.

I wonder…”

© 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, look at me and leave. I wait and I wait…”

© Arindam Dey


No, not all love stories have summer evening strolls together, kisses in the rain or a hearth of each other’s body in winters.

If only unposted letters, dead rose buds and fading wallet polaroids could whisper, they would tell you, “Yes, we had a love story too.”

© Arindam Dey


“The best and worst thing about memories, is the fact that you know, that there was innocence, that once lived in you…”

© Arindam Dey

Nothing But

“It’s funny how we realised the true beauty and yet despair of love, only when all our fear, our anger, our hatred and our absence were done throwing at each other to the fullest of our abilities.

When we had nothing but love left to give.”

© Arindam Dey

In The Rains

Someday, I want to stand with you in the rains.

I want to see why you surrender to the showers with open arms and closed eyes.

Why you love that tameless wind playing with your flowing dark hair.

Why do you soak in those drops kissing your nervous soft skin and those puddles dancing under your jumping happy feet.

Someday, I want to love you back, just like them.

© Arindam Dey


True… Days rush over me like the waves covering your name that I scratch on the sands of time… every time.

But then the waves go back like night… leaving us behind… a few smudged remains of you and some broken parts of me.

© Arindam Dey

Midnight Memories

“There is something about midnights. Sudden wakings, unreasonable tears, tameless memories, soulcrushing longings. I don’t know how to put it in words. It’s almost like being surrounded by an endless hollow and forced to keep breathing long after you are dead.

I just pray, it stops happening to you too, someday soon…”

© Arindam Dey

Some Days

“Some days, I fight and fight till the last to convince my heart, that no, it is not about you anymore.

Some days, I just surrender…”

© Arindam Dey


Since our story ended I started hating mornings.

For mornings meant another day’s wait to meet you in foreverland and whisper to your ears, “Yes, I still love you madly…”

© Arindam Dey


“She was more in the quiet depths of his interludes, than in the flowing ecstasy of his notes.

The others, oblivious, just romanced his tunes.”

© Arindam Dey

Scars and Hope

“Scars are scary,” said the skin, “they remind you what hurt you bad.”

“But scars are beautiful too, my dear,” the heart replied, “they remind you that you were once capable of love. And that is hope.”

© Arindam Dey

Not In Words

“You never write anything on me,” the lover complained.

“Of course I do,” the poet replied.

“When?” the lover was surprised, “I never read any!”

“Not in words,” the poet smiled pulling her closer, “But what poetry is better than closed eyes and engaged lips?”

© Arindam Dey

Once More

“​I will love you once more tonight.

When my words kiss a tear to your eyes, touch your lips with a deep sigh, run down your throat like an old lump and leave another mark of love on your pounding heart, going on…

Yes I will make love to you once more tonight.”

© Arindam Dey


“Everytime I bleed a poem on that blank sheet, I end up scratching your name back, lest you read it someday.

And I wonder if you somehow still read it when you pause over my verses…”

© Arindam Dey


“Someday, in the guise of rains, I will come to you.

Do let me love you that day, like I have always loved you, in my dreams.”

© Arindam Dey


“We always rued the fact that the pages of time separated us in different chapters in the book of life.

Had we only celebrated the fact that the book itself wouldn’t ever be complete without either of the chapters.

What a book we would have written!”

© Arindam Dey

The Midnight Poet

“They said no one knew why all his verses were sad and written in the darkest hours of night when everyone else was asleep.

Somewhere, far away, a book of his verses tucked under a pillow told something else. Its moist pages, weary edges, smudged print told something else. It said, she knew.”

© 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


“One day, when we have lost much, suffered enough and broken completely, love will smile back at us. And trust me, it will stay. For love will be all we shall be left with. Ah, what a paradise!

Till then, enjoy the illusion.”

© Arindam Dey


“Love kept fighting the heart,
as southern winds fight closed windows.
Had only we opened them,
our summers could tell a different tale.”

© Arindam Dey

Excuse & Reason

​”Love was merely our excuse. Had it been our reason, we would have woven a different story.”

© Arindam Dey


​​”Ah, had we only known, true love comes in our darkest hours. Had we only stopped a moment in our mad quest for light. Had we only looked back once…

Love would have been our story tonight.”

© Arindam Dey

The Moon

​”They say the moon has no life. Well, try convincing that to the heart that still searches lost verses in her face night after night…”

© Arindam Dey

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