Abhey Gupta

Tag: English

  • Fragments & Aphorisms

    1.
    My obvious is not very obvious for others, but obviously, I don’t give a shit about it.

    2.
    Anger is the exact moment when you realize that you actually can’t control situations, nothing but just unawareness.

    3.
    The pursuit of happiness is the root cause here.

    4.
    To seek is to find,
    To find is to trust,
    To trust is to believe,
    To believe is to hope.

    5.
    The hardest thing to do is to pretend.

    6.
    Endings are just beginnings in disguise.

    7.
    The quest for satisfaction.

    8.
    In between something and everything, to the everyday fight of making peace, and to seek the lost thyself, only to find nothing but memories…

    9.
    Paradox is hoping to see you every day, and then ignoring you like you are no one.

    10.
    I often feel that I have said something, just to find out later it was all in my head, and I was awfully quiet for a long time staring blankly into the other person’s eyes and waiting for their response.

    11.
    It’s not giving up, why choose to run if we can stand still for the moment?
    We are not dogs,
    We aren’t supposed to run behind everything, are we?

    12.
    I was up writing all night,
    I wrote everything off my head,
    When I looked down on the paper
    Only ‘YOU’ was written…

  • Keep Smiling, Dear Friend

    In the realm of endless chocolate delights,
    Amidst the heights of boundless possibilities,
    For your heart that yearns for one’s embrace,
    Keep smiling, dear friend, with unwavering grace.
    In the shadows where fear and loneliness reside,
    In dreams where dreamers constantly abide,
    Under the watchful eyes of judgment’s sway,
    Keep smiling, dear friend, through each passing day.
    Though time may weave its intricate tapestry,
    And challenges emerge, complex and free,
    In the dance of memory, where forgetting may blend,
    Keep smiling, dear friend, for joy has no end.

  • The Perfect Chaos

    In the tumultuous journey of life’s relentless pursuit for meaning and purpose,
    Amidst the swirling chaos of existence,
    Where each step forward feels oddly unfulfilling yet strangely satisfying,
    We find ourselves pondering the distance we’ve traversed from our humble beginnings.
    How far have we strayed from the innocence of our genesis,
    From the simplicity of our origin,
    From the purity of our aspirations?
    Yet, in the midst of this chaos, there is a certain beauty,
    A delicate imperfection that weaves through the fabric of our shared experience.
    For it is within the chaos that we discover the true essence of companionship,
    The profound connection that binds us together,
    Guiding us through the labyrinth of life’s uncertainties.
    And so, we embrace the chaos,
    With all its unpredictability and tumult,
    For it is in this chaos that we find meaning,
    And in each other, we find solace,
    Navigating the intricacies of our journey,
    Hand in hand, heart to heart,
    In the beautifully imperfect symphony of life.

  • Nothing and Everything

    In between nothing and everything,
    I fight every day to make peace,
    To find and lose myself,
    In memories of something…
    Something I am aware of as illicit,
    Yet as ecstatic as love,
    But potent of toxins as hate,
    Wild wandered thoughts of thy.

  • After the Festival

    You are my morning after the festival,
    I am untired and melancholic,
    Yearning for yesterday,
    Drooling over every dreamy moment,
    Sleepy yet trying hard,
    I want to but I don’t,
    Say what you have to say,
    I will be here next year today,
    You are one of the festivals now.

  • I Lie Every Time

    I lie every time I say ‘nothing’,
    I lie every time when I say I don’t care,
    I lie every time when I ask you to leave me alone,
    I lie every time when I say I don’t like your smile,
    I lie every time when I say I don’t miss you,
    Yes, I lie every time just like that…

  • The Battle Within

    It was not easy — the battle within,
    to wrestle with feelings; where should I begin?
    Not easy to hide, to shield from your view
    the thought that my silence might one day hurt you.

    Apologies linger, though the words feel so frail —
    no action, no phrase, can rewrite the tale.
    If only a moment, a click, could erase
    the shadows that linger, the paths we misplaced.

  • Next Day, Goodbye

    Next day, goodbye —
    no one will ask why
    the chair beside me waits in vain.
    Its tag will fade, its place reclaimed;
    and I’ll sit quiet, lost in thought,
    counting all the days we fought
    boredom, stress, the endless grind,
    with laughter stitched between the lines.

    I’ll miss the one who sat so near —
    a friend, a colleague, something dear.
    We spoke of nothing, spoke of all,
    in crowded halls, or empty calls.
    Anywhere, anytime, it seemed,
    conversation flowed like an easy dream.
    Now all I see, where joy once grew,
    is an empty chair, a different view.

    I’ll miss the one who walked with me
    when work felt tight, when breath ran thin.
    “All right, let’s walk,” was all I’d said,
    and heaviness stayed where it was, instead.
    Steps grew lighter, walls grew wide;
    stress fell silent by our side.

    I’ll miss the one I could confide in —
    the thoughts I never had to hide in.
    “Want something to drink?” — a simple cue,
    and there she was, that gentle smile too.
    Small escapes, so softly planned,
    a quiet bond that no one else could understand.

  • I Wish I Could

    I wish I could ease the weight you are carrying, and see your smile return again.
    I wish I could sit beside you for a while, and bring you a little quiet comfort when the world feels heavy.
    I wish I could hold your trembling hands, and let them rest until they become calm again.

    You are not weak — not even a little. Sometimes life simply becomes too heavy for a moment, and anyone would feel lost.

    Today, when you were sitting in the car, feeling sad, and I ran out of words — this is what I truly wanted to say. Sometimes the heart knows what it wants to express, but the words arrive later.

    Sometimes, I simply wish I could take a small part of your pain, and carry it for you — so the road ahead feels a little lighter.

  • Circle Back Again

    And again, I am circling back to the same old place;
    and I shouldn’t, and I shouldn’t, and I shouldn’t.
    No matter what, no matter right or wrong —
    I can’t love you, knowing the hurt,
    knowing the history, and the world;
    you have been mean — and mean to me, most of all.

    Knowing how much I care about you,
    how much I love you — knowing I am not even one percent to you.

    Today, I was dancing out of happiness,
    but with the sadness that I am, again, back to
    what I hated most about myself:
    loving you, one-sided —
    knowing I don’t even matter to you.