Abhey Gupta

Tag: English

  • Corner of Life

    I pass by morning again,
    to see myself walking down the same roads;
    some are with me, others lost in the past;
    you come and go — but I wait, in one corner of my life…

    There you come, as my beloved,
    hold my hand, and wish for nothing else;
    love yourself, and I love the world, and my desire — you;
    and holding myself in one corner of life, I wonder nothing else.

    And then comes the battle, and the loss;
    I run from you, and from your love;
    I watch you go, and come, and ruin my life;
    in one corner of my life, I regret, day after day…

    And with the morning now past,
    I hold one more desire, longing for one more;
    lost and lost, to wherever everyone has been —
    from one corner, I watch life go on, like this.

  • The Dawn of a Day

    The shadow of mist will disappear,
    birds will fly on a chirping sound;
    life will nurture in every corner,
    some will rise — now, or later,
    with a roosting sound, or one of me.

    Wryly drawing a million shades in the sky,
    with so many phases of life,
    it reaches every new direction it finds —
    little things to hold, and to say.

    And from a far distance,
    I stare at your potency,
    far beyond any reach to conquer:
    the dawn of a day.

  • Heart of Time

    Heart of time…

    Day upon day, and turning nights;
    every day goes by, one sight;
    here and there, belonging of mine —
    once, there was a heart of time…

    Keys of a piano, and melody of sounds;
    thunder of the sky, and broken apart;
    every time, every day, the mirror does not shine,
    left with the broken heart of time…

    Flying with the speed of the past,
    nothing lasts ever, where the race ends;
    this is not the end, nor the beginning —
    it lies in the anger of time…

    I bid my love to memories,
    immersed in the eyes of time;
    lost, but having conquered the world,
    living myself, in the heart of time.

  • Happy Valentine

    Days come and go,
    but what shall I give you today?
    I thought of flowers, for beauty,
    but I see nothing more beautiful than you.
    I thought of chocolate, for sweetness,
    but how could anything be sweeter than your voice?
    I thought of a gift, for surprise,
    but it seems to fade before your eyes.
    I thought of a heart, to show love,
    but it appears less than your care.
    I thought of a smile, and happiness,
    but nothing is like your smile…

    And then I thought of words —
    and I just wrote a poem, on you.

  • Life and You

    Raving of mine,
    to and for thine;
    mighty chimes shine,
    beneath the night and time…

    One more goodbye,
    and the still-standing sky;
    falling, but raising a voice,
    in the heat of failing love and cries…

    In the name of love,
    I found another me —
    lost, and conquered, as one;
    the carnival of life, and thine…

    I want more, and more,
    to wait, and to lose,
    to love, and to hate —
    to live the beauty of life, and you…

  • Valentine’s Day

    You row my day, and wake my night;
    you sleep beside my heart in its fight;
    you fire my dreams, and flow my blood,
    under the hope of one more life…

    You come across, and whisper love,
    but you make my life a hell, and goodbye;
    you burn my heart with one more desire,
    under the hope of one more Valentine…

  • Dichotomy of Love

    Come before, and still late to myself;
    noise all around inside, and peace outside;
    from day to night, and night to hurt,
    the ringing, and the silence, of time.

    In the heart of hate and love,
    with the cycle of joy and pain;
    destinations with no journey,
    one voice — and all of it empty.

    A recreation of thoughts and incidents,
    lasting, though never in your presence;
    fame to loss, hate to love —
    merely the active dichotomy of your love.

  • Another Love

    Gone far into the night,
    leaving only clues in sight;
    they reach you everywhere you go —
    a world of joy, and of rejoicing…

    Falling through the sky,
    below your dream-line;
    walking upon the trees,
    the storm has passed your side…

    There you go, and shine —
    the glory of her, and its time;
    withered, and trembled,
    but nature has its own drawing…

    I stand between one and another:
    one is close to my heart,
    and the other, devastating;
    but far beyond, where I reach, I found her by my side…
    Nature.

  • Conversation

    Open your arms, and shower your love onto me;
    shall I be lost beneath it — your heart, your caresses —
    lost in the loaf and the work of these illusions?
    Spare me not a rose, but spare me from hate;
    I shall go far, with the smile of yours in my heart…

  • Last Chapter

    One day, she flies into my thoughts; she dwells,
    circling, the same, across my face;
    she holds her smile, and cries to hold my hands,
    and promises to last forever.

    Today she is near, but not to my heart;
    close to my thoughts, but not mine;
    she laughs more often now, but with my lost love,
    and finds her joy with time.

    I am like a fool, waiting on and on —
    morning to night, day to dark,
    love to hate, and hate to love;
    I hope that, someday, she will be mine.

    Somewhere aware of my intentions,
    she fades away into the diminishing wind —
    the preamble to my pinnacle-like heart, again, this time.