Abhey Gupta

Tag: English

  • Shore of Night

    Stop by the sea of rush,
    and listen to the crying at the shore;
    you’ll find a hundred of yourself there —
    but not one of them with another.

  • With Desire

    Another day, and another night;
    and with the run of life,
    I wonder which is the more real face —
    the world of hired aspiration,
    or the world of endless desire?

  • Way to Home

    Waking in the arms of your creator,
    and breathing free air all the way;
    lost in the nothingness of the bluish, infinite sky,
    wondering at countless stars on a lonely night;

    gazing at the moon to spot an alien ship someday,
    trying random spells, hoping to work magic with them one day —
    these are memoirs for forever;
    and nothing else ever gives such satisfaction.

  • Night of a Day

    Wherever this night may take me tonight,
    I will throw my arms open, alive;
    wherever I may roam in search of love,
    I will learn my way back to hope, every time.

  • Eyes of Sea

    As she walks to this side,
    trembling my heart with the feel of her deep, sea-like eyes,
    I wonder what I am leading toward next —
    but I just know: my mind will not leave you now.

  • Ms. Unknown

    Like a monsoon in July’s summer,
    I am drenched, feeling it all over me;
    like a moonlit night at the end of a beautiful day,
    I watch it come, and go back to the lost forever.

    But like the short-yet-forever memory of a butterfly,
    I am keeping her safe, here in my heart…

  • Rise and Fall

    Thou — the rise meant for the fall,
    I feel the horizon beneath all that passes by;
    darkness in the shallows of shine,
    yet I wonder, holding an answer of time.

  • Ray in the Midst of Rain

    With the shadow of light,
    and the darkness disappearing into the light of belief;
    in the shadow of the new, old memories take their places —
    and in the memory of a gloomy loss, aren’t we losing the world of today?

  • Another Beautiful Day

    I do believe in coincidences. I do believe in love at first sight. I do believe in destiny — though belief tends to step aside the moment it becomes reality.

    Lost in a crowd of strangers, I was struggling through my daily commute — Noida Sector 64, from AIIMS. Most days were just travel and crowd, like any other. But one day, something happened that I could never have imagined: I looked at her, and I couldn’t stop looking, again and again. The day ended at my stop, and I bade her a silent farewell — certain I would never see her again.

    Today is the 17th of March. I boarded my bus at the usual time, and somewhere after South Ex and before Andrews Ganj, she stepped into the same bus. Her eyes met mine, and I went a little mad. That one hour felt like a moment of ultimate solace — I kept shifting, leaning, half-hiding, just to watch her, and often to catch her watching me too.

    Like the rain of a July summer, I was drenched all over in her presence.
    Like the cold of December, I was held by the charm of her endless depth.
    Like a fleeting, buttery life, she comes into mine, and goes — but always with a little hope.

    I hope I’ll see her again.

  • Time Warp

    Thee — the endless times,
    and the weave of beads through time;
    scarlet in the virgin sky,
    and the stars shooting high above —
    though it is the breeding trap.