Abhey Gupta

Author: Abhey Gupta

  • Journey of Self

    Wake up, into the close of night,
    when dreams are of the morning;
    love and peace all around,
    and the euphoria of a new day.
    With the sun’s height,
    hope, and waving tides,
    some players around the corner,
    others waiting for another morning.

    Wake up, into the start of the day,
    with the aim of walking again to the destined;
    to the endless, but known, roads —
    one with the glorious red lights,
    and another, of endless desires.
    But the time is right with the dawn:
    new day, new hope,
    just like a sun ray, soaking everything.
    Today is the day — when it starts:
    the journey of self.

  • She Comes and Goes

    I am far through the sea’s depth, but still lost within;
    I reach my thoughts and speak to myself — but of you…

    I ask her to come in dreams, not in life — though I want her there;
    I wonder at her eyes each day, despite the tears I collect every time…

    I asked her to come and live again, for all the love that still remains;
    and she makes her moves, while I waste my time…

    She comes, and goes, and whispers — sad, this time;
    but I know, alas, she is the one — I laughed through all my past, with a cry.

  • Dreamer

    Like the memoirs of a day,
    I welcome these winds;
    like your breath,
    I breathe this night, every day.

    And like the night that comes every day,
    I come with the hope of you;
    and like the silent whispering of love at night,
    I love you, each day.

  • Farewell to Love

    I fly to the sky,
    and pass my dread aside;
    I walk upon the cloud,
    and find you by my side…

    I open my arms,
    hold her eyes, and cry;
    she whispers nothing new,
    but I hold her tighter still.

    I dive to the ground,
    and lose her now;
    I pray for her to come with me,
    but the goddess has her refusal.

    I cross my heart and weep alone…
    but she never comes to see me by;
    time goes, and her love with it —
    yet I am still here, to see her by my side.

  • Forever Smile

    She looks around, and flies away;
    out of her wings, she brings her memories;
    through a day and a night, she murmurs —
    like a walking shadow, she lives each day…

  • Day with Self

    Before the moon dwells, before the sun rises,
    I watch the shore after night;
    glimmering in the shadow of light,
    wherever my eyes rush — to you.

    And I keep on talking to you, until
    you wake up in the light of the sun;
    and I find you everywhere,
    but I am never going to stop it,
    till I am in your arms, and out of the existence-race.

    And the raindrops keep on falling on my head…
    and I am lost in you — my mother, nature.

  • Height of Evening

    Silence all around,
    when the birds aren’t chirping aloud;
    I come by, then, at the time
    when you reach the height of evening.

    Utter a sincere lie,
    and lay yourself down in the town,
    where there is no one around,
    and darkness reaches the height of evening.

    You come, surrendering to the soul,
    gripped by a differential thought;
    you whisper a name, but no one knows —
    in the silence of the evening, and its height…

  • This Life Again

    Far from the shadow of yesterday,
    a haze of a new day, and a dawn of fate;
    with the beautiful memories of you,
    I wonder at this life again.

    Beneath the pillow of dreams,
    under the hope of an endless sky,
    I gaze through the eyes of the present —
    I welcome this life again.

    Thorns of desire, and the pale;
    flowers of love, and of hate;
    and with time, you smile —
    I love this life again.

    Endless is my way, my journey;
    speechless, the thoughts of mine;
    and with one glance of yours one day,
    I contemplate this life again…

    Into the surrey of the day,
    you welcomed not my silence;
    with the end, it starts again and again —
    I am lost in this life again…

    Secretly, in the span of time,
    the worthless seems so worth again;
    and with the final words of the way,
    and with you, I wonder at this life again…

  • Battle Mind

    Another day, and I will shed my way;
    travellers, the innocent, are my blood’s target.
    I may live or die, but it traces out my existence —
    the secret I keep locked away, in this battle of the mind.

    Words are my sword, and sorrow my blood,
    heir of a royal bloodline, wasted in surrender;
    you may see no more death in the world,
    but the soul-ripper has its own way…

    I could never stand beneath the words of love;
    we may travel all this world alone,
    battling the present for the despair of one past,
    fuelling a battle of the mind, every second.

  • Start to End

    I am walking down memory lane,
    the one I met first, but never last;
    still deep in every lonely day,
    lost deeper, and remembering all the way…

    Retrospective, travelling this time —
    the one in my worst, and forever;
    friend, or beloved — but the one;
    and whether I lost or won, still the last one…

    Drifting through one more memory,
    I wanted, but never the way;
    and I wondered, long, for one,
    and ended up with a lost beloved…

    All the way through this journey,
    one has been there, all the way;
    once a friend, a beloved, a friend again —
    but the start, and the end, with me.