Abhey Gupta

Tag: Life

  • Being a Time

    For a while, being a time,
    I try remembering myself —
    my will, my words,
    my pain, and a world of happiness and sorrow;
    and, for a time, being myself.

  • Around Me

    Thundering clouds, drowning day and lightning night —
    I wonder what is up in the sky.

    A feeble sound, chirping birds, trees greener than ever —
    I find my mirror in these.

    A drifting river, crossing seas, memoirs dissolving along the current —
    I put myself in, to forget anything.

    Feeding mammals, loving bees, the morning rooster —
    I find a shot of words to describe all these.

    Over the wire, on top of the roof, on the flooded road —
    I find a true likeness of you.

    Dense mangrove fields, still life, and a murmuring —
    the love of you, and of life.

    Today or tomorrow, love or hate —
    I find my peace, in you.

  • A Glimpse of Life

    It is just a glimpse of life —
    the one I love when I close my eyes,
    and the one I fear when I open them.

  • Every Time

    And I see her every time
    I close my eyes;
    I hear someone whispering of love,
    I see the bird, and the sky.

    I see her every time
    I see nature smiling,
    a mother caressing her child,
    a father holding his daughter.

    And I see her every time
    it is raining;
    I see how the cloud takes over the sky,
    I see time clicking away.

    And I see her every time —
    when I think of love,
    when I dream of life,
    when I feel myself lucky.

    And I see her every time… life.

  • Beautiful Life

    Before a day, after a night,
    when sleep is gripping the pillow tight,
    I woke to a day I lost, and gained,
    and wasted away the sadness inside;
    I crawled back to reality,
    and wondered at this beautiful life.

  • 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.

  • Life and You

    Raving of mine,
    to and for thine;
    mighty chimes shine,
    beneath the night and time…

    One more goodbye,
    and the still-standing sky;
    falling, but raising a voice,
    in the heat of failing love and cries…

    In the name of love,
    I found another me —
    lost, and conquered, as one;
    the carnival of life, and thine…

    I want more, and more,
    to wait, and to lose,
    to love, and to hate —
    to live the beauty of life, and you…

  • तुम और तुम्हारी सी

    मंद-मंद हवा-सी बहती, बेफ़िक्र — एक ज़िद, एक जुनून-सी चलती;
    नशे से गहरी एक सोच की तरह, वक़्त की चोट से पुरानी एक याद-सी।

    सुबह की चादर में सोती, धीरे-धीरे गिरती बूँदें ओस की;
    रात की शबनम, और दिन में बुनती — जगमगाती, झिलमिल रंगों में बनती-बुझती।

    ठंड में ठिठुरती और सोती, एक साये में आती, खो जाती-सी;
    एक आस दिल में चुभती हुई-सी — तुम्हारी याद में चलती ज़िन्दगी।

    बस तुम, और तुम्हारी-सी…

    शब्दों में डूबती, सन्नाटे में छुपती-सी;
    शाम की दलदल-सी, उम्मीद के दामन में लिपटी।

    चाय के प्याले में खुलती, मीठी-सी एक सपने में खोती;
    एक तनहा रात-सी, आँखों में झूलती एक उम्मीद-सी।

    ज़िन्दगी से लड़ती-झगड़ती, यह वो एक दिन-सी;
    छुप-छुप के हँसती — तुम्हारी याद में चलती ज़िन्दगी।

    बस तुम, और तुम्हारी-सी…

    सफ़र से लंबी प्यार की, आँखों से छोटी बात की;
    गहरी साँसों में छुपती, लम्हों में भीगी यादों-सी।

    इधर-उधर चलती एक कहानी के पलटते पन्नों-सी;
    हँसी के चेहरे से हसीन — दुआ और दावा-सी।

    मैं और तुम में बुनती, एक याद तुम्हारी-सी;
    भीगी-भीगी पलकों से — तुम्हारी याद में चलती ज़िन्दगी।

    बस तुम, और तुम्हारी-सी… मेरी ज़िन्दगी।

  • 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.

  • This Life Again

    Far from the shadow of yesterday,
    a haze of a new day, and a dawn of fate;
    with the beautiful memories of you,
    I wonder at this life again.

    Beneath the pillow of dreams,
    under the hope of an endless sky,
    I gaze through the eyes of the present —
    I welcome this life again.

    Thorns of desire, and the pale;
    flowers of love, and of hate;
    and with time, you smile —
    I love this life again.

    Endless is my way, my journey;
    speechless, the thoughts of mine;
    and with one glance of yours one day,
    I contemplate this life again…

    Into the surrey of the day,
    you welcomed not my silence;
    with the end, it starts again and again —
    I am lost in this life again…

    Secretly, in the span of time,
    the worthless seems so worth again;
    and with the final words of the way,
    and with you, I wonder at this life again…