Abhey Gupta

Tag: Friendship

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • I Am Here to Stay

    You are the shore; I have anchored my ship —
    though I shall keep moving, I will not move alone:
    I shall keep her, and sail my way.

    I am here to stay, but in love with one —
    in the dreams of one, in her every moment, and in her life.

    I am here to love —
    till the end of the sea,
    till the end of time,
    till the end of love.

    I am here to stay —
    to the end of the circle,
    to the end of memories,
    to the end of human desires,
    to the start of a new life.

    I am here to stay here —
    as her friend, her beloved, her husband,
    her mentor — her life, and hers.

  • Two Swords

    Soon a day will come, when the phone will ring,
    and one voice will echo in my ear:
    “Panda, I can’t take it anymore —
    she talks too much,
    she sneaks too much,
    she cries too much,
    she gives me competition.”

    Though I am not jealous,
    I am a little scared of her;
    and though I enjoy the madness with her —
    how can two swords survive in one sheath?

    The voices will echo, and my brain will ache;
    time will pass,
    from evening to night,
    from night to day.
    Those voices are coming, from far away —
    I can hear them coming soon,
    I hear them whispering, soon.

  • Wish to Wish

    I wish to wish you every coming year with a smile on your face.
    I wish to wish you every day full of happiness and joy.
    I wish to wish that, every time, you get what you deserve in life.
    I wish to wish that I could hold your tears with my smile.
    I wish to wish you everything that I may bring into your life.

    Just in return, I wish for your smile —
    the one that makes me happy, all the time.

  • Stay with Me

    Stay in my heart,
    stay in my life,
    stay for the rest of time,
    and never say goodbye.

    Stay, my friend;
    stay, my student;
    stay, my teacher;
    taunt me, but never leave me.

    Stay with me,
    stay with my memories,
    stay with my love,
    and never cry without me.

    Stay in the shadow,
    stay in the smile,
    stay in the unspoken —
    but never forget me.

    Stay happy with me,
    stay happier without me,
    stay forever in memories,
    and I wish you endless joy.

  • Start to End

    I am walking down memory lane,
    the one I met first, but never last;
    still deep in every lonely day,
    lost deeper, and remembering all the way…

    Retrospective, travelling this time —
    the one in my worst, and forever;
    friend, or beloved — but the one;
    and whether I lost or won, still the last one…

    Drifting through one more memory,
    I wanted, but never the way;
    and I wondered, long, for one,
    and ended up with a lost beloved…

    All the way through this journey,
    one has been there, all the way;
    once a friend, a beloved, a friend again —
    but the start, and the end, with me.