Abhey Gupta

Tag: Healing

  • 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.

  • 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…

  • I’m Falling Again

    I walked past my barriers and flew,
    moving through the world I always desired;
    slowly it is drawing close to reality,
    and I am falling in love with life again.

    I poured myself deep into a dream,
    drank down all the hate, and was left with peace;
    this time it is not the same old faith —
    and I am falling in love with life again.

    No longer measuring my needs and pride,
    wondering what it all would have been before,
    fiery-eyed, and waiting for thee —
    and I am falling in love with life again.

    There is still a way to go, a shore to reach;
    loving every second, I live a little more.
    I come around alone, but not the same —
    and I am falling in love with life again.

  • Silence

    When peace takes hold of me,
    far from anything I desire,
    alone, at my very best —
    I hear the words of silence.

    I ask: is this it?
    My soul echoes back: live it.
    Sitting in the corner, unfelt,
    I feel the power of silence.

    I lay my speech bare,
    with a tender flinch;
    but something empowered me,
    and I found it in a crowd of silence.

    I am lowered by the feelings,
    and settle back into the voyage;
    but a charisma is meant to happen —
    and I am travelling through peace, in silence.

  • I Owe a Change in Me

    I tried, and cried, and cried again,
    but I never said goodbye;
    afraid of losing what I’d already lost,
    I kept hoping for one more try.

    A different way to start the fight,
    to seek another exit out;
    failing in every single attempt,
    I kept recalling my hollow pride.

    The this, the that, the why, the what —
    I made up every excuse;
    outside the box, I poured out my lies,
    still hoping to keep you by my side.

    Once, I made a mistake,
    and I paid for it a long, long way;
    I didn’t find a slope, but hope —
    something that might heal my wounds again.

    I gave it one final try,
    until the day I finally realized:
    I had hoped, but was never welcomed,
    and possession was no medal to win.

    But a miracle was meant to happen —
    to meet someone, and to matter;
    and I came through it changed, and now I know —
    I owe a change in me.

  • When I Was

    When I was falling from the sky,
    I thought only of thee;
    maybe I would not have lived,
    but the memories always will…

    When I was asked to let go,
    I did not draw a single breath;
    maybe I would have taken it back,
    but the love stays always with me…

    When I was carried to the sea,
    I surrendered myself to thee;
    maybe I would have flowed away,
    but your touch sailed me home…

    When I was speechless,
    I searched for the words to flow;
    maybe they would have cast me out,
    but the lips of thee helped me…

    When I was meant to hate,
    I looked for the reason to love;
    maybe I would have accused,
    but the truth, as always, is tender…

    When I was in the storm,
    I lived every moment for thee;
    maybe I would have to go,
    forever — but I always do as I do.

  • No More

    He stares out through the window,
    a stranger groaning, alone, outside;
    a sight of something wrong reaches him,
    and he no longer looks beyond.

    Thinking, over and over, far away,
    the source of his thoughts perplexes him —
    guessing what might become of the stranger,
    he is whirled into his own world of grief.

    He realizes his own misdeeds,
    the bad words he so often spoke,
    and comes back, full circle, to belief;
    obsession had once held its power over him.

    He looks outside once more, estranged,
    and this time his gaze finds the moon —
    alone, shining, giving light to others,
    holding so much, yet so little vanity.

    It never asks for anything; it has its own.
    And feeling how small his pain is
    beside that quiet, overarching light,
    he stops thinking only in the verse of “me.”

    He moves beyond the personal —
    and he is in sadness no more.

  • Weaving a Dream

    Weaving a dream, new again,
    despite the bad one I had last.
    I am not afraid of this — not again —
    the end unknown, like the world’s own end.

    Dreaming a dream of a new end,
    boundless is my soul once more,
    loving a piece of every ending —
    though it’s so unlikely, all I have.

  • In Him

    A long-awaited day of life —
    not so special, yet quite unusual.
    It crossed the boundaries once laid down;
    the beauty of the day still undisclosed.

    Special was this dusky evening he had;
    lucky, he guessed, was the day he wore.
    Nature was perplexed by the nature of a day —
    but its core will be understood this time.

    He breathes a relief from his agony,
    feeling glad of his journey;
    distances undiscovered, and the rest now seen,
    will be crossed in this new journey of life.

    Struggling through all those days,
    he forgot to live his own way.
    But time has changed once again —
    it is time to live, the right way, again.

    He is not going to stop in life;
    he will explore the unseen passage,
    weaving a poem, and his message,
    reflecting the poet he holds within him.

  • ज़िन्दगी को

    उस रात के अँधेरे से निकली एक आवाज़,
    न जाने कौन था वो — एक अजनबी इंसान।
    डरा-सहमा-सा मुझे था पुकार रहा,
    रो-रो के, सहमा-सा मुझे निहार रहा।

    वो डरी-डरी-सी आवाज़ गूँजती रही,
    कुछ न होते हुए भी, डराती रही।
    हर पल सोचने पर मजबूर करती —
    क्या मेरा ही था वो प्रतिबिंब?

    लेकिन क्यों थी उसकी ऐसी हालत,
    आख़िर क्या था उसका कसूर?
    सोचते-सोचते दिन महीनों में बदल गए,
    उससे गुज़रते रहे हर रोज़, और हम रोते रहे।

    आज समझ आया, कि वो था कौन —
    मेरा ही हृदय था, मुझे पुकार रहा।
    “जाग जा, अभी देर नहीं हुई” —
    बस यही वो कहे जा रहा।

    “अभी तो तूने कुछ किया ही नहीं,
    फिर क्यों रहता है इतना परेशान?
    सँभाल ख़ुद को, जी ले यह जीवन —
    अभी बहुत कुछ बाक़ी है इस जीवन में।

    हर पल मिलकर बनता है यह जीवन,
    जी ले इस प्यारे-से उपहार को।
    किस्मत अच्छी है तेरी, जो मिला है जीवन —
    ज़िन्दगी के हर पल को कर दे प्यार के नाम।”