Abhey Gupta

Tag: English

  • Sky of Memory

    I gaze up to the endless sky,
    the blue, the vast, with countless tries;
    alone, and in groups, flying high,
    the birds of the sky pass by me…

    I find my colour in the clouds of the sky;
    life is beautiful, ever — no denying;
    and in the morning dawn,
    I wonder, watching, all day long…

    I open my eyes, and I am flying in the sky;
    you are everywhere, here.
    With the melody of the winds, blowing high,
    I gaze at this gazeless sky…

    I look to the farther sky,
    everything in miniature, potent in itself;
    though far from dreams and reality,
    the sky is raining with love today…

  • The City

    The city sleeps with light,
    with a blanket of dreams and night;
    at the edge of shore and success,
    the night shines more than the day…

    The city runs on the metro track,
    and people upon one another;
    to dwell, and to do well, it fills everyone —
    and whispers its loneliness, on a wonderful night.

  • The Story

    Sunk under the weight of my own,
    I surrender my peace to welcome her;
    though the sky, not so distant, is burning,
    the finite is not so serene…

    Plain roads are a symbolic game:
    the closer it seems, the farther its way;
    up above, yet so dispersed within its own,
    covering an inch of the sky’s stone…

    Noisy, yet entertaining now,
    it feels like riding hell with your own;
    a hidden glory beneath the flying cloud —
    how it matters, leaving its comfort shell…

    In the full night of the dark lorry,
    the Lord walked to the fire and spelled a charm;
    and I showed my heart to you — and it was gone:
    the feelings of it, now, are what they call love and hate.

  • Another World

    Glaring, those black eyes at mine —
    I wonder, who is the angel?
    I moved back to the yard, and caught a glance of her:
    she is my love, and you…

    Holding back my heartbeat every time,
    I steady myself, and whisper in her ear,
    “Will you be my forever, in every life?”
    And she smiles back, and says yes to me…

    She pressed her lips to mine,
    and I wandered, in a wonderland;
    though she knows this is only for a while,
    she is the one I know — with love…

    I move back to my present, with hope,
    and all I see is one faint message of hers:
    “I know you, but you are not mine.”
    I know she is mine — but in another world.

  • Thou

    Here you are, in my heart —
    but not in my life…
    Surely you live in my dreams,
    but not in my life.
    You give me love,
    but not the one I desire.
    You know what is mine,
    but not the one I know.
    You owe me nothing —
    but I owe you my life…

  • Day and Night

    The moment of my dream, I seek today…
    the one I remember with your love…
    the one that lasts in your remembrance.
    I feel your touch in every pain I cry at night…
    I look for you in my shadow, in the dark…
    and I know you are with me, still.

    Though safe in my heart, you are not in my mind;
    though forever in my thoughts, you are not before my eyes…
    I wish there were a destination for this sorrow I adore each day,
    in this parted life of yours and mine…
    Just your memory stays with me, day and night.

  • The Last Time

    I held my breath,
    and moved nervously toward her;
    I held her hand,
    and whispered my love.
    Far from all the situations,
    I offered her everything…

    I held her in my arms,
    and pressed her lips to mine;
    I moved closer to her,
    and promised a great time ahead…
    Although I stood there long,
    I am still standing there.

    So many nights passed by,
    and I wondered every day;
    but she never looked back,
    and I told myself, “the time wasn’t right”…
    Yet I closed my eyes,
    and dreamed of her again.

    It hurts, knowing the reality is far away,
    and I don’t like it anymore;
    but I glanced back through that time,
    and asked her to be mine again.
    She didn’t understand — just like the last time —
    and I offered her one final goodbye.

  • Adieu

    Pluck her not like a flower,
    though she is the most beautiful of all…
    Care for her like a child,
    for she carries the one within her heart…

    Ever look beyond her smile —
    she holds a whole spring of happiness…
    She has everything, and yet
    she deserves more than a shadow of you…

    And one morning, we cheer;
    but she is in everything, and shines…
    Far beyond the horizon of imagination,
    she is the one — with everything in her eyes…

    And travelling every day through her memories,
    I wonder: is she the journey, or the destination?
    But should I ever find the most beautiful place,
    it would be no better than her heart…

    The longer you stay with her, in joy,
    the more beautiful the memories she makes — forever.
    Her eyes may seem lost and alone at times,
    but she is more beautiful than ever…

  • The First Day

    Glancing out the window one night, I see
    hundreds of wanderers — of mine, and of yours;
    all are a part of this night, and apart from the daylight.
    When all are forks of my one, or many, desires —
    what shall I understand from the faces of time?

  • Miracle of Storm

    It was long ago, in the bazaar of love,
    when ships were sailing in the hue of sand,
    and we travelled miles together —
    but spent the rest of the journey in hate.

    I hide myself in the sand of time,
    passing through and through that mile;
    she comes and goes with a hope —
    one day, or one life, I’ll have her.

    Like a desert with no reason for death,
    I never could stand a reason to love again;
    but with the grace of words, and of silence,
    I speak my hate again — with a love for her.

    She is a miracle of storm,
    flowing away with every gust of the tale;
    some are stories, some are fable —
    but I just settle with the dream of her.

    And with the loss, I conquer the fear of losing her.