Abhey Gupta

Tag: Hope

  • Endless Dream

    Behold my dreams, and wing them afar,
    to a place farther than the far of your smile,
    to a heart as close as yours and mine —
    I shall be told to love thee, and always.

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • Lie and Lieu

    A wink — a liar, you are, and your eyes;
    they speak of something, but unknown;
    close to the truth, but far from reality,
    where the sun rises at night, sleeps with the sand, and mourns.

    Tomorrow, maybe, it rains; but beneath the shelter,
    the one I call mine, and the other of lies —
    but time will pass, and life moves on,
    and tonight, I have you in my heart.

    I can feel it, my heart, miles apart;
    and every time I try to part it down,
    it runs back to you,
    with every thought that crosses my mind.

    Though you live in my heart,
    the rain today will end, and shine;
    over the ray hidden in you,
    time will win back my love…

  • Pastimes

    Toward there, and the way it possesses —
    spanning all my past and future,
    I walk behind a shadow of mine,
    and hope to shine one day…

    I see the end, and the start,
    having been through point to line;
    always so close to success —
    but does desire ever cease, this way?

    New hope, and old remembrance;
    an old suit, and a fake smile again;
    and I believe in yesterday,
    when expectation hangs of its own…

    Love was easy, and breath;
    but with its going, I was lost —
    in today’s end, today’s success,
    walking alone behind myself, today.

  • Her Smile

    She is tenderly hiding herself in a smile,
    spreading happiness, while hiding her eyes;
    more precious than the narrowest light,
    when she whispers a new song every day…

    Slightly she shies away with her smile,
    its traces leaving joy amid the cry;
    the more she looks around — but love
    stays back with her, and hope, inside me.

    Every day of her raises a voice,
    but with a gentle caress, it settles into a smile;
    though far from the moon and its light,
    she smiles, and loves, beneath the starry sky…

    An endless gaze, through her eyes;
    the farther I reach, the more I lose mine;
    and she smiles, girlish and shy —
    and I fly to endless joy, in the smile of her eyes…

  • Inside and Outside

    It graces out the pride — the sky,
    with a glimpse of the forever past;
    and this world rejoices in pain,
    but not the one who has claimed the self.
    Take the ray, and make it a prayer,
    till it shines — outside the dark,
    inside, and outside…

  • Journey of Self

    Wake up, into the close of night,
    when dreams are of the morning;
    love and peace all around,
    and the euphoria of a new day.
    With the sun’s height,
    hope, and waving tides,
    some players around the corner,
    others waiting for another morning.

    Wake up, into the start of the day,
    with the aim of walking again to the destined;
    to the endless, but known, roads —
    one with the glorious red lights,
    and another, of endless desires.
    But the time is right with the dawn:
    new day, new hope,
    just like a sun ray, soaking everything.
    Today is the day — when it starts:
    the journey of self.