Abhey Gupta

Author: Abhey Gupta

  • In the Mirror of Your Eyes

    In the mirror of your eyes, I see a younger me,
    a tapestry of dreams, fears, and boundless possibility.
    You whisper to my soul the echoes of what’s past,
    guiding me with clarity, through shadows that were cast.

    You, a beacon bright, my future self unfolds —
    a vision of potential, where aspiration holds.
    No need to impress, or don a masquerade;
    in your presence, I am free — no truths are left unsaid.

    As steady as a mountain, I stand firm and true;
    as wild as the wind, I wander, chasing skies of blue.
    With fire’s fierce passion, my spirit is alive;
    and like water, I adapt — embracing change, I thrive.

    We converse in whispers, in a space beyond time,
    unjudged and unbound, our spirits intertwine.
    In the refuge of our words, we explore and unfold,
    finding solace in the silence, where our stories are told.

    Though troubles may arise, they are but a fleeting night;
    we name them, and we face them, in the morning’s light.
    The world may not fathom the depths we’ve explored —
    but in our kindred silence, our truest selves are stored.

  • Is It or Isn’t?

    Is it, or is it not,
    this weight upon my mind —
    these chains of expectation
    that tether me to time?

    Is it, or is it not,
    the whispers of the past,
    the duties and the norms
    that bind me in their clasp?

    To break, or not to break,
    from all that’s deemed as right;
    to wander through the shadows,
    to flee into the night.

    Is it, or is it not,
    the call of distant dreams —
    the urge to leave the structure,
    to tear apart the seams?

    To live, or not to live,
    in patterns so confined;
    to seek a path less travelled,
    to free the heart and mind.

    Is it, or is it not,
    a question that divides —
    the longing for the open,
    the fear of shifting tides?

    Yet somewhere in the silence,
    a voice begins to sing —
    a melody of freedom,
    a flight on unbound wings.

    To break is to discover,
    to cast off all we’ve known,
    to walk into the future,
    uncharted, and alone.

    Is it, or is it not,
    the courage we must find —
    to loosen all the bindings,
    and leave it all behind?

  • How to Deal with the Odd?

    How do I feel?

    This question is bigger than anything else — or it has become so.

    I believe — as much as scientists don’t — that children are born with certain memories of a past birth. But what nobody believes is that we are also born with certain feelings: dominant, and predominant. And that, in fact, is true. At certain times, I strongly feel that I am depressed; but every attempt to understand it has resulted in one, and only one, answer: this is just how it is. I am born like that.

    Like a sine wave, I am happy and sad — maybe not at such regular intervals, but I am. So, to answer how I feel is, at the same time, thoroughly relative, and unanswerable.

    The problem is this: we are taught so many things, but we are never taught how to live alone — how to embrace fear, how to embrace the odd. We are only ever taught how to deal with the even.

    I will write a series of posts to unravel these questions — and I hope to find some curious people, with the same mindset, along the journey.

  • A World Without Memory

    I tried to imagine a world without memory. It is strange, and unsettling — but not impossible.

  • महफ़िल में तन्हा

    तेरे चेहरे को देख-देख,
    यूँ ही हँसते-हँसाते रहे,
    तुझे पता भी ना था,
    किसी किनारे हम भी बैठे थे।
    तेरे मेरे बीच के दरमियाँ से
    कहे भी तो क्या बेकार में,
    तुम पूछती तो कुछ कहते, लेकिन
    महफ़िल में तन्हा तो हम ही थे…

  • काश बता पाते

    काश बता पाते तुम्हें,
    इतना ही जता पाते,
    चाहते ना चाहते समझाते बुझाते,
    कितनी मोहब्बत करने लगे हैं।
    रोज़ एक नई उम्मीद सी उमड़ती हो,
    थोड़ा प्यार देती तो बगीचा ही बन जाते,
    पहले शब्द नहीं अक्स बतलाते,
    समझ जाती नहीं तो आंखों में दिखाते।
    एक दिन झुकी नजरों को देखोगी,
    सोचा था खुद ही समझ जाओगी,
    आजकल तुम्हें देखती भी नहीं,
    खैर छोड़ो, अब जान लो…
    कितनी मोहब्बत करने लगे हैं तुमसे…

  • Live & Die

    Live & Die

    I thought this time I’d get through it, but like the cycle of day and night, I am bound to fall again and again. Wondering what is so devious about it. I heard, “Take a bow and trigger it. You will get to know the arrow.” Principles to restrict, but all they do is fall blatantly. I wonder what’s in the bog of time; all I know is to fill me with something special to realize who I am. To the end, what it takes to get through all the chaos and live.

    I believe, a will to live and die.

    Living in a Mess

    I am confused all through. I am drifting apart from the regular me. I am forgetting the difference between good and bad, as I was always perplexed by it. To my situation, to my path, often celebrating the tears of sadness. If I am all the devil, I assume, I wonder what is next in the hellfire that I’m living in. Yet, call it a life to choose between two, is another lie. I’m surrounded by clouds of lies. Often I want to break free of all, but lies are all they are. But that’s all I’ve got for now.

  • Beginnings & Endings

    There is a Coldplay song — “The Scientist” — that I have been listening to for a long time; and every time, it hits me hard, and makes me wonder about beginnings and endings.

    Is it merely a concept — a particular thing happening within the framework of time? Or are we actually bound by some existential feeling, about the metaphysical boundary of beginning and end?

    I know there is no single answer to it — just like Albert Einstein’s efforts toward a Theory of Everything. But still, I choose to believe that we can work in the direction of understanding the concept behind it.

  • Peace of Mind

    Another day.

    I was delusional, and lost; my wandering mind was trying to contemplate the word “peace,” and its purpose in the context of life. I started reading some articles on spiritual awakening, and later succeeded in reading about Kundalini Tantra — but somewhere in there, my wandering mind was unstoppable in trying to understand the purpose of life, and the many variables tied to it. So I began listening to some lectures, and, as a result, I found a talk by Osho on “Peace of Mind.”

    I found it really interesting. Listen, if it calls to you — and share what you feel.

  • Why Do We Seek It?

    This is the most important question we need to understand — because the why, and the what, behind my saying that everyone is looking for a single end goal (whether they realize it or not) is the very answer that moves us closer to it.

    Suffering is the primary motive at work here. There could be many others, but for the sake of simplicity, am I considering a single motive? I would say yes, and no — because suffering itself is not simple to explain, and it does not even refer to a single thing, or a single action.

    So now the big question is: what is suffering? Is it something we don’t want, or don’t desire? Is it love, hate, or both? Is it hope, despair, or both?

    Pretty confused? So was I — and that is exactly where the search begins.