Abhey Gupta

Author: Abhey Gupta

  • The First Day

    Glancing out the window one night, I see
    hundreds of wanderers — of mine, and of yours;
    all are a part of this night, and apart from the daylight.
    When all are forks of my one, or many, desires —
    what shall I understand from the faces of time?

  • रंगमंच

    ज़िन्दगी है एक रंगमंच,
    जिसने जो बोला, वो सच का साया;
    जिसने जो देखा, वही उसने सोचा।
    कुछ वक़्त का नाटक,
    और फिर सब कुछ ग़ायब।

    यहाँ है हर रोज़ एक तमाशा,
    लेकिन सच को भला किसने समझा?
    क्योंकि ज़िन्दगी तो है, बस, रंगमंच का एक साया…

  • Miracle of Storm

    It was long ago, in the bazaar of love,
    when ships were sailing in the hue of sand,
    and we travelled miles together —
    but spent the rest of the journey in hate.

    I hide myself in the sand of time,
    passing through and through that mile;
    she comes and goes with a hope —
    one day, or one life, I’ll have her.

    Like a desert with no reason for death,
    I never could stand a reason to love again;
    but with the grace of words, and of silence,
    I speak my hate again — with a love for her.

    She is a miracle of storm,
    flowing away with every gust of the tale;
    some are stories, some are fable —
    but I just settle with the dream of her.

    And with the loss, I conquer the fear of losing her.

  • दौड़

    यह दौड़ है कैसी,
    जिसमें रोज़ है हार-जीत;
    रोज़ कोई डरता है इस दौड़ से,
    और फिर अपने ही कल में खो जाता है।

    बेबसी से चलता आज का कल,
    और पल-पल खोता अपना जीवन;
    समझ से सब दूर जैसे —
    लेकिन अक्सर, यह सोच, दिल रोता है…

  • Divide of Time

    A sea of hope, or the death of desire,
    and the curling thread of thoughts
    conspire — the smaller, the shadow of light;
    yet harder it is to get by, in this time of thine.

    But I cross the bridge with the company of her smile,
    and in all that is left — the happiness of her, and mine.

  • यह ज़िन्दगी

    कभी लगे ज़िन्दगी दरिया-सी छोटी, तो कभी सागर-सी गहरी;
    एक रोज़ रात के सन्नाटे को जीती, और किसी रोज़ चाँदनी में जगमगाती।
    एक कल से भागते हुए, एक कल को बुनते हुए — जीते हैं हम यह ज़िन्दगी;
    न जाने किस ओर जाती हुई, लड़खड़ाती और चलती हुई — यह ज़िन्दगी।

  • The Bird’s Tail

    Swiftly, she is flying through these dreams of mine;
    and every time I look — just look — into her eyes, I find my own.
    I hide myself from her world,
    but how could I ever do that, with this heart of mine?

  • Belovers

    Hand in hand, the lovers and the beloved,
    the loving soul of the world, and of God;
    but now, glancing through the mirror of time —
    just the remembrance of goodness, walking down the street, alone.

  • Who’s She?

    Alone, I was defying the world,
    when she became my company;
    the faster I reached for the sky,
    the more she was framed in memories.

    Like the changing weather,
    I came to cry again in the raining beauty,
    and alone, she sailed my way back to the sky —
    never resisting the serenity.

    All the way she travelled in a parity,
    and all I could give was another parting;
    and like an eclipse,
    it shadowed my soul, and my clarity.

    All I wondered was the joy of another divide,
    and I travelled a year of disclosing;
    but she came, a queen, and conquered the lost world,
    and flowered joy like a sceptic beauty.

    All the way she travelled alone,
    but never let me feel the same;
    and now I wonder — who is she,
    and why is she doing so much for me?
    And she smiles, and whispers something.

  • For and Ever

    I do realize when goodness walks into my life
    and becomes my friend, forever;
    I do smile when she smiles back,
    and how it becomes another memory.

    I do cry when she goes away —
    but out of everything, I miss her the most;
    and when I lay my head on the greener grass
    and feel the touch of her,

    I watch her walking by me,
    like the best friend ever — and forever.