Abhey Gupta

Author: Abhey Gupta

  • Mystery of Her

    Oh thou, the love — tell her this:
    I have always loved her, and I always will.

    Oh thou, the queen of heart — show her mine;
    how helpless I was when I missed her, and I always will.

    Oh thou, the lover’s dream — let her dream;
    I always wanted her happy, and I always will.

    Oh thou, the night’s shine — let her shine;
    she always smiled into my life, and always will.

    Oh thou, the cloud’s traveller — let her wander
    through my thoughts, and see how much I love her, and I always will.

    Oh thou, the moon — go, and perceive her;
    how lonely I am without her, and I always will…

    Just like you.

  • 25th May 2012

    1:10 a.m., 25th May 2012.

    I am still struggling with my mind and its thoughts, wondering what happened last night. Is my wildest fear — that she now knows of my madness for her — finally coming true? Or has it already happened, and in my ignorance I simply couldn’t see it?

    The solution isn’t complicated; it could even be the simplest thing — just letting her know. But the mismatch of mind and heart, of fire and water, of past and present, keeps competing inside me — and, I think, inside her too. What can I do at this particular moment?

    So, as before — but with new evidence, and new feelings — I write, again and again, to map out my thoughts: my cloud of worry, my pursuit of happiness, poured into my poems and my blog. And I hope that one day she’ll read it.

    Near midnight, she says goodnight to me, and I wonder if it is the morning of her dreams. She holds my breath with her voice, and unsettles me with the familiar mischief of her charm — and I wonder if this is just the beginning of her love.

    She blinds me with her eyes, and I am lost in the endless depth of it; I wonder if it is only a part of her world.

    But sooner or later, I wake from the dream. I find the reality exactly the same — except that, this time, she is not by my side.

  • The Sky and the Horizon

    Up above the bluish sky,
    a streaming river holds a key of joy;
    one star, a thousand stars — all so bright,
    putting a smile on every face, all the time.

    Small but endless stories of life,
    there are millions of others in the sketch;
    yet everyone with their own sky,
    filled with the rewards of time, and pearls of memory shining like stars.

    It holds a secret of love,
    underneath the cover of a single colour,
    pinning everyone with the hope of success,
    with the grounded brightness of its sky.

  • ज़िन्दगी की यह छाया

    ज़िन्दगी की कुछ शामें जगमगातीं,
    और कुछ सुबहें लड़खड़ातीं;
    इस ज़िन्दगी के कुछ साथी,
    और कुछ की बस याद, कुछ साथ ही।

    कहीं दूर बैठे सोचते, और हम हँसते;
    कभी रोती, तो कभी हमें मनाती;
    फिर कुछ वक़्त हँसती रहती —
    एक छोटी-सी ज़िन्दगी।

    कभी कुछ खोते, कभी कुछ पाते,
    समझ से कहीं दूर है यह ज़िन्दगी;
    जब कभी कोशिश करते,
    इतने में चल पड़ती है ज़िन्दगी की यह सवारी।

    कभी पतझड़-सी काया,
    और कभी सुन्दर-सी काया…

  • The Carnival of Life

    Some are bleeding their way, raining in a crust of hate;
    a few are loving this world of desires, trying hard to touch every sky.
    Yet through the beauty of lies and the words of worldly desire —
    you’ll pass, you’ll fail, you’ll cry, you’ll rejoice,
    but it brings only silence, at the end of this carnival.

  • Reality to Another Dream

    Her eyes, her laughter, the endless talks —
    and I lose a part of myself each time;
    just like another parting memory,
    I bid farewell by morning, and smiled with her.

    An hour of my chase,
    and the glory of being known to her;
    deception, and yet so beautiful a gift,
    though it scares me — with her wings, she flowed away, as ever.

    I look into her eyes, madly,
    like a child with an endless candy in my heart;
    and once again I follow a run of my own,
    as she walks away, the shore behind her.

    I glance at her slyly, beneath the first daylight,
    feeling an eternal beauty of nature so close to mine;
    until I wake, to witness the beauty —
    and how I open one reality into another dream tonight.

  • Shore of Night

    Stop by the sea of rush,
    and listen to the crying at the shore;
    you’ll find a hundred of yourself there —
    but not one of them with another.

  • With Desire

    Another day, and another night;
    and with the run of life,
    I wonder which is the more real face —
    the world of hired aspiration,
    or the world of endless desire?

  • Way to Home

    Waking in the arms of your creator,
    and breathing free air all the way;
    lost in the nothingness of the bluish, infinite sky,
    wondering at countless stars on a lonely night;

    gazing at the moon to spot an alien ship someday,
    trying random spells, hoping to work magic with them one day —
    these are memoirs for forever;
    and nothing else ever gives such satisfaction.

  • Night of a Day

    Wherever this night may take me tonight,
    I will throw my arms open, alive;
    wherever I may roam in search of love,
    I will learn my way back to hope, every time.