Abhey Gupta

Tag: Friendship

  • Who’s She?

    Alone, I was defying the world,
    when she became my company;
    the faster I reached for the sky,
    the more she was framed in memories.

    Like the changing weather,
    I came to cry again in the raining beauty,
    and alone, she sailed my way back to the sky —
    never resisting the serenity.

    All the way she travelled in a parity,
    and all I could give was another parting;
    and like an eclipse,
    it shadowed my soul, and my clarity.

    All I wondered was the joy of another divide,
    and I travelled a year of disclosing;
    but she came, a queen, and conquered the lost world,
    and flowered joy like a sceptic beauty.

    All the way she travelled alone,
    but never let me feel the same;
    and now I wonder — who is she,
    and why is she doing so much for me?
    And she smiles, and whispers something.

  • For and Ever

    I do realize when goodness walks into my life
    and becomes my friend, forever;
    I do smile when she smiles back,
    and how it becomes another memory.

    I do cry when she goes away —
    but out of everything, I miss her the most;
    and when I lay my head on the greener grass
    and feel the touch of her,

    I watch her walking by me,
    like the best friend ever — and forever.

  • Running Ends of Clock

    I am walking plain roads, but leaving my steps behind;
    reasons, or wants — but quarrels and love in all.
    Never a pearl, nor less than any precious memory —
    yet I am lost in a garland of them.
    “O you, the traveler of memories — where do you stop, and shed your nights in the same place?”

    A silent way ahead, but at the cost of what?
    Maybe some lost friends,
    maybe some buds of love,
    or just a few pieces of my own soul,
    lost on the highway of it all.

    I am travelling on plain ground, to leave a few more steps behind,
    hoping to last this journey with the known;
    but the steps of the day outlast the thirst of my every moment —
    joyous in nothing ahead, again, but these steps I have walked down.

  • मेरी एक दोस्त

    मंद-मंद हवा-सी बहती, बेफ़िक्र खिलखिलाती — वो हस्ती,
    महकती, बहकती, किसी को बहलाती, दीवाना बनाती — वो हस्ती।

    एक पल के लिए थाम लेती वो सबके सपनों की डोर,
    फिर छोड़, बच्चों-सी नादान बनकर कहती — “हूँ ही मैं इतनी अच्छी।”

    अक्सर आँखों से कुछ बोलती, ज़ुबान से कुछ और —
    यूँ तो हँसती थी वो हर वक़्त, लेकिन रोती भी थी कभी-कभी।

    फिर भी, हँसती-खिलखिलाती, ज़िन्दगी से खुश — चलती रहती, वो मेरी एक दोस्त…

  • Best Memoirs

    Step over step, as I move further into my life,
    I find one name written across my memories.
    Winds and floods of troubles passed over you,
    yet it stays intact — my finest memory.

    Someday, somehow, it was meant to be:
    that we would meet, and become good friends.
    Now, when I pour out my silence,
    I always remember you, my friend.

    In a moment of darkness,
    you hold me in your caress;
    and in a moment of dullness,
    one name draws close to me again.

    Some of my greatest memories are these —
    those little but sweet fights with you,
    the whispered words of love,
    and how I loved to share my everything with you.

  • वो एक मुस्कुराहट

    जब कभी मैं ख़ामोश होता हूँ,
    किसी दुख के अँधेरे में खो-सा जाता हूँ —
    मुझे एक आवाज़, एक हँसी सुनाई देती है:
    वो एक तुम्हारी मुस्कुराहट…

    लगता है, एक आदत-सी हो गई है
    मुझे सपनों में गुम हो जाने की —
    इसलिए, कि मुझे मिली थी वो ख़ुशी,
    शायद वो तुम्हारी एक मुस्कुराहट की…

    कभी-कभी चेहरों में ढूँढता रहता हूँ,
    मिल जाए मुझे फिर वैसी कोई हँसी —
    मगर नहीं, कोई मिली अभी तक:
    वो एक मुस्कुराहट — जानी-अनजानी — मेरी एक दोस्त की…

  • Your Answer

    This is for someone I have come to know — someone who has become a part of my world. To give a name to every relationship is difficult, so in the verse below I try to express a few of my untouched memories with that person — without, of course, disclosing her name.

    I often say a few words,
    but your answer silences my world.
    When I stand, sad, in a corner,
    your unspoken touch heals me.

    I set things wrong for myself,
    but you correct them, and feel me;
    I hide, trying to run from life,
    and you come close, and love me.

    When I ask, “Who am I to you?”
    I hear your unanswered, eternal truth.
    My friend — do I matter to you?
    Your eyes ache just to hear it.

    I searched for a truth, and for you —
    and God gave me both, in you.
    And when I call you with my silence,
    once again, your answer silences my world…