Abhey Gupta

Author: Abhey Gupta

  • Asleep in Her Arms

    Swiftly, slyly, she hides inside my dreams and keeps me awake the whole night through —
    until at last I fall asleep in her arms, of love and of life.

  • Like a Shadow

    Everywhere I go, they follow me like a shadow;
    every time I try to forgive myself, they point back at me. Every day they burn my other self, and alone, I only hope to match them…

  • The Deep Well

    I watch, still, but everything else is moving fast;
    I turn my head, and the world is lightning, painted red. I push into the deep well, though I know its depth;
    I wonder what time is, and what the height of success is —
    and I witness the fliers of the skies.

  • No Tomorrow

    No expectations —
    I am simply drowning myself in something known or unknown;
    no complaints —
    I am ruining, or running, just my own way. No dreams on hold;
    I am living, or living for them, every day. I say there is no tomorrow, for there is no part of me apart —
    I love this life like this, too varied to live, and to pass through here.

  • Herald of a New Life

    I am not stepping aside;
    I am the end of sorrow and the beginning of a new world. From hope to higher hope I aspire —
    the world is not the same each day;
    it varies, but never disguises. I am the herald of a new life, and the memory of one time.

  • The Key to What I Am

    I am the sea of thoughts, the dusk of the herd;
    I am a message of love, a traveler of the world. To someone I am a single word, to another I am everything —
    but still I am looking for the key to what I am.

  • The Limit Is the Endless Sky

    Let me fly, and swing along the line;
    hold me tight, or I’ll say goodbye. Catch me slyly, or I am the master of the sky;
    give me hope, and let the air carry me —
    I know my heights, but the limit is the endless sky.

  • I Hold Her Dreams

    I look at her and lose myself, and she smiles and laughs at my madness;
    I hold her dreams as if I were her dream. She watches me in secret and never admits she did;
    I weave a dream, and she travels through it, never wanting to turn back —
    and love goes on, with my every word.

  • She Comes from Dreams

    She comes from dreams and sits beside me as I sleep;
    she hides, yet her world seeks my eyes as they glance at her. She lingers, trying me with her smile, till I am lost in its depth —
    she speaks in silent words, and I wonder, and I listen.

  • When I Wonder

    I am slowly stepping into your shadow in the moonlight,
    and the wind is blowing wild tonight;
    I am alone, searching for you in every thought,
    wondering what it would be like if you were here.

    I wish to hold your arms
    and kiss you till the last ray of moonlight;
    I pause every moment just for you,
    wondering — how would it be, if life got this real?

    I stare back at the moon, again and again,
    just to catch a glance of your eyes;
    they pierce through my every thought a while,
    and make me wonder how deep I am lost in them.

    I look around for you, but you are everywhere —
    in my breath, in my soul, in my eyes;
    and I close my eyes and wonder
    how I wake up in your arms every time.