Abhey Gupta

Category: Poems

Free verse and quiet poems — in English and Hindi — on love, longing, loss, and the slow work of healing.

  • A Step of Life

    In the wilderness of endless graze,
    I see how small I have been.
    Not above the earth or sky,
    but a fragment in the wheel of time,
    a step belonging to the order of all things.

    In the savanna filled with grass,
    I seek myself beyond my eyes.
    The truer self is not this body,
    but the breath that stirs in all —
    I am the wild, and the wild is me.

    Everywhere I look, Mother Nature,
    woven threads of leaf and lion.
    Who am I to worry for myself?
    I am only a strand in the vast fabric,
    a hum of life that sings in chorus.

    Life hides beyond my sight,
    its “why” veiled in silence.
    All I know: the journey is brief,
    a step aside on a winding road —
    yet in this fleeting moment, I am alive.

  • To My Little One

    I dream of you every single day;
    your smile lights up my world in the gentlest way.
    No one could be prouder than I am of you —
    my kiddo, in all you do, I find a joy so true.

    So many times, I wanted to stay,
    when you said, “Dada, don’t go away.”
    I wished to pause the world outside,
    just to sit with you, and be by your side.

    So often, I longed to leave it all behind,
    to listen to your stories — unhurried, unlined.
    There’s so much I want to say and share,
    about the love I hold, beyond compare.

    I could guard you fiercely at every turn,
    shield you from pain, from lessons you’ll learn.
    But my dream is deeper, my wish is true:
    to see you stumble, rise, and push through.

    One day, when I’m no longer near,
    I want you to stand tall, without fear.
    Cry if you must, then wipe your tears —
    and face the world, my love, beyond your years.

  • A Whisper on the Wind

    In twilight’s gentle glow, I wander near the edge,
    where whispers of the evening to the night do pledge.
    A path of shadows lengthens, drawing me away,
    into the heart of distance, where memories lay.

    The echoes of our laughter, like whispers in the breeze,
    will linger in the silence, entwined in twilight’s ease.
    The sky, a silent witness to the stories left behind,
    holds the hues of moments that in my heart unwind.

    Though words may fade to silence in the distance vast,
    the threads of our connection in my soul are cast.
    With every step that carries me beyond our shared embrace,
    know that I’ll miss the haven of our familiar place.

    The stars will speak in whispers, the moon in knowing sighs,
    of all the warmth and wonder that within your spirit lies.
    And though the road may take me where I can’t return,
    the glow of what we cherished in my heart will burn.

  • 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?

  • Most Are About You

    I am a thunder of thoughts:
    some are worrying me,
    a few are caressing me,
    but most are about you…

    I am a sea of tides:
    some are touching me,
    a few are off-shoring me,
    but most are calling me toward you…

    I am a wind of swifts:
    some are drifting me apart,
    some are depriving me of you,
    but most are sweeping me to you…

    I am the one of many things:
    some I want to say to you,
    some I want to be understood,
    but most I want to hear from you…

    I am just a word in the dictionary:
    some are about love,
    some are about hate,
    but most, for me, are about you.

  • I Allow You to Be Mine

    Thereby, I allow you to be mine —
    just mine, and always mine,
    and you shall be my forever,
    till you can feel me in your arms,
    no matter how far, but still in sight.

    Thenceforth, I allow you to make me happy:
    every time you smile,
    every day you are with me,
    everything you do for me.

    Henceforth, I give you my dreams, and my life —
    for each second, and each breath,
    for each night I spend with you,
    for each day I whisper: you are mine.
    Till you can feel me in your arms,
    no matter how far, but still in sight.

  • She Is the One

    A drive of solitude, and a lonely peace, made me think about her:
    who is she? Why do I love her so much —
    that, in spite of all our fights, I want her with me?

    She is the one who can drive me crazy, anytime.
    She is the one who can be the reason for my happiness, even in pain.
    She is the one who knows me — but never thinks it enough.
    She is the one who can tolerate all my weirdness, and still love me.
    She is the one who can hold my despair, and be the reason for my smile.
    She is the one who is my everything, with nothing else.
    She is the one who is the reason I feel love all around.
    She is the one — the only one.

  • Thank You So Much, Babu

    Thank you so much, babu —
    I just want you in my life,
    nothing else.

  • I Am Addicted to You

    You make me crazy, either way —
    and I wonder if I am addicted to you;
    you make me smile, anyway —
    and I think the only reason is you;
    you make me love anything —
    and I just want everything to be you;
    you make me happy —
    and I know it is because of you.