Abhey Gupta

Tag: heartbreak

heartbreak

  • Shall I

    You are not close to my mind —
    and my soul, perhaps, knows this is the truth.
    Nor should I hold the strength
    to chase it, or to face that truth.

    I may not be special to you,
    nor even worth a single tear.
    But this feeling of mine doesn’t care for that;
    maybe we’ll be the same again one day —
    or maybe you’ll never see my face again.

    Does any of it still matter to you?
    Inside my heart, the feeling stays,
    where you hold a forever place.
    But shall I keep living this feeling this way,
    or shall I finally break away?

    I cannot hold my tears like this.
    My life will never be the same —
    so shall I go on living even one more day?

  • न किया होता

    तन्हाई के पल से जब मिले हम,
    दिल में न जाने कहाँ एक टीस हुई।
    सोचा — प्यार की रचना किसने की?
    उस दिन तुम्हारे प्यार की याद आई।

    सोचा — किसने, कैसे, और क्यों बनाया?
    कभी ख़ुशी की बारिश होती है,
    कभी अपने ही लहू के आँसू की।
    लेकिन एक बात मेरी समझ ज़रूर आई:

    न किया होता प्यार हमने तुमसे,
    शायद ऐसे कथन तो न होते;
    यूँ रात को तन्हाई में जागे न होते,
    तुम्हारी याद में यूँ तो न रोते।

    न जाने कितने और ऐसे होंगे,
    कितने ही मेरे जैसे अकेले होंगे।
    मुझे नहीं पता, क्या होगा मेरा,
    जीवन के किस मोड़ पर जाऊँगा।

    पर यह नज़ाकत समझ तो आ गई —
    इश्क़ से बड़ी कोई सज़ा नहीं होती।
    काश हमने भी इश्क़ न किया होता,
    तन्हाई का दर्द हमें भी न होता,
    वक़्त की चोट से यूँ रूबरू न होते,
    न ही कोई हमें रुलाने वाला होता।

  • You Matter to Me

    You matter to me.

    You were my dream;
    those were my screams.
    You were there again in tonight’s dreams—
    why, why again, tonight?

    Sick of your pain,
    the kiss of your fake chain.

    I remember all those moments
    when you, the only one, would wander.

    No… no… no… no… no—but
    I still love you.

    Who cares about the hurt
    when I care only for you—
    because you matter to me.

  • How I Found You (and Lost You)

    I came, hoping to knock on your door,
    To breathe in the faint trace of your presence.
    Exhausted, lost in thought,
    I sat—sinking slowly into sorrow.

    I searched for something, anything…
    Yearning for fragments of my broken dreams.
    Was there truly nothing left to hold on to?
    That’s when I saw how foolish I’d been.

    I felt like I was lying to myself again—
    Pretending I no longer loved you.
    But your picture, once more, made me weak.
    And deep inside I wanted to scream,
    To cry out loud:
    I still love you. So much.

    But fate, as always, had other plans.
    I closed my eyes, whispering a prayer to see you.
    Yet your absence answered back—
    Telling me to walk away again.

    So I sat there, alone,
    Swallowing my tears and my silence,
    Staring at the fading outline of your face.
    Sad but true—
    that’s how I found you,
    and lost you.