Abhey Gupta

Tag: Hope

  • 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.

  • Dreams to Reality

    I had a dream of having thee —
    not just anyone, but the most special one.
    Shakily, I said those three words to thee,
    and I owe my life to loving you.

    In the moment of that special day,
    you moved my dreams into reality;
    out from my soul, I cried that day too —
    not from sorrow, but from the joy of having thee.

    How much I love you cannot be expressed,
    yet the love I hold can never be suppressed;
    the time and the things I shared with you —
    the best of all of it is all because of you.

    The more I give, the more of you I have,
    and I am living, from dreams into reality.
    Now I wonder where you are, or if you feel alone —
    do you miss me, as I am missing you?

    Every moment I spend, I spend with you;
    now my life is nothing without you.
    I can feel you inside my head,
    I can see you, right next to me.

    All the love and care you give to me
    have touched my dreams into reality;
    I wish your every pain and sorrow could be mine —
    just you, and all because I love you.

  • I Don’t Quit

    I was sinking with every second,
    darkness was all I breathed in;
    I had been weakened by her strength,
    but I did not quit… I am still wandering.

    It is growing darker, yes,
    yet still I can see her eyes
    staring back at me — and I do not quit.

    Spoken, and wide open,
    all that I was, I did not know;
    somehow I received her,
    my eyes brimming — but I did not quit.

    I am waiting all along my way,
    to have, to hold, one day;
    I will keep waiting for years,
    because I do not quit.

  • My Lost Friend

    So unstoppable are my dreams,
    I cannot find the words to explain;
    still I am trying hard to find
    why you are so sweet — my lost friend.

    Like certain, lingering moments,
    I am waiting for her;
    as if I know what I am leading to —
    I know her name, still, my lost friend.

    Special, I feel — and so I am;
    not hard to find, yet so precious to hold.
    The smile she places on my face
    always makes me think of my lost friend.

    Like a heaven, I am in it —
    distant apart, yet the senses reach;
    when beauty lies more within than without,
    I get only one answer: my lost friend.

    People may seem so estranged,
    but you make me believe in you;
    a voice so sweet, playing in my head —
    just another track of my lost friend.

    I am sitting here, thinking of thee,
    wondering what I would be without you;
    but soon your face recalls the words —
    “I am here with you,” my lost friend.

  • 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.

  • I Wonder

    It’s 2010 — a new year — and what I’m about to publish is simply a reminiscence of the last one, written in the hope that I can learn from it and live this year more fully.

    Last year, I was good to many and bad to most — sad, but true. And the first name I count among them is my own.

    Yes — I said me. We can be good to anyone we meet, but not until we are good to ourselves. We keep trying to pretend to be what we are not; our inner self reflects who we truly are, and I spent the whole year pretending to be what others wanted me to be.

    Still, I’ll remember 2009 as a memorable year. You must be wondering why — because I lived through so much good and bad in it. January, the beginning of the year, fortunately brought some good my way; but instead of simply celebrating it, I began demanding more, and slipped into a circle of suffering.

    But as I always say, “Bad brings better for you” — and I try to follow that.

    Thank you, friends, for being so wonderful to me.

    — Abhay Gupta

    We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility.

    Rabindranath Tagore

  • 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।”