Abhey Gupta

Tag: Life

  • Sky of Memory

    I gaze up to the endless sky,
    the blue, the vast, with countless tries;
    alone, and in groups, flying high,
    the birds of the sky pass by me…

    I find my colour in the clouds of the sky;
    life is beautiful, ever — no denying;
    and in the morning dawn,
    I wonder, watching, all day long…

    I open my eyes, and I am flying in the sky;
    you are everywhere, here.
    With the melody of the winds, blowing high,
    I gaze at this gazeless sky…

    I look to the farther sky,
    everything in miniature, potent in itself;
    though far from dreams and reality,
    the sky is raining with love today…

  • रंगमंच

    ज़िन्दगी है एक रंगमंच,
    जिसने जो बोला, वो सच का साया;
    जिसने जो देखा, वही उसने सोचा।
    कुछ वक़्त का नाटक,
    और फिर सब कुछ ग़ायब।

    यहाँ है हर रोज़ एक तमाशा,
    लेकिन सच को भला किसने समझा?
    क्योंकि ज़िन्दगी तो है, बस, रंगमंच का एक साया…

  • दौड़

    यह दौड़ है कैसी,
    जिसमें रोज़ है हार-जीत;
    रोज़ कोई डरता है इस दौड़ से,
    और फिर अपने ही कल में खो जाता है।

    बेबसी से चलता आज का कल,
    और पल-पल खोता अपना जीवन;
    समझ से सब दूर जैसे —
    लेकिन अक्सर, यह सोच, दिल रोता है…

  • यह ज़िन्दगी

    कभी लगे ज़िन्दगी दरिया-सी छोटी, तो कभी सागर-सी गहरी;
    एक रोज़ रात के सन्नाटे को जीती, और किसी रोज़ चाँदनी में जगमगाती।
    एक कल से भागते हुए, एक कल को बुनते हुए — जीते हैं हम यह ज़िन्दगी;
    न जाने किस ओर जाती हुई, लड़खड़ाती और चलती हुई — यह ज़िन्दगी।

  • The Sky and the Horizon

    Up above the bluish sky,
    a streaming river holds a key of joy;
    one star, a thousand stars — all so bright,
    putting a smile on every face, all the time.

    Small but endless stories of life,
    there are millions of others in the sketch;
    yet everyone with their own sky,
    filled with the rewards of time, and pearls of memory shining like stars.

    It holds a secret of love,
    underneath the cover of a single colour,
    pinning everyone with the hope of success,
    with the grounded brightness of its sky.

  • ज़िन्दगी की यह छाया

    ज़िन्दगी की कुछ शामें जगमगातीं,
    और कुछ सुबहें लड़खड़ातीं;
    इस ज़िन्दगी के कुछ साथी,
    और कुछ की बस याद, कुछ साथ ही।

    कहीं दूर बैठे सोचते, और हम हँसते;
    कभी रोती, तो कभी हमें मनाती;
    फिर कुछ वक़्त हँसती रहती —
    एक छोटी-सी ज़िन्दगी।

    कभी कुछ खोते, कभी कुछ पाते,
    समझ से कहीं दूर है यह ज़िन्दगी;
    जब कभी कोशिश करते,
    इतने में चल पड़ती है ज़िन्दगी की यह सवारी।

    कभी पतझड़-सी काया,
    और कभी सुन्दर-सी काया…

  • The Carnival of Life

    Some are bleeding their way, raining in a crust of hate;
    a few are loving this world of desires, trying hard to touch every sky.
    Yet through the beauty of lies and the words of worldly desire —
    you’ll pass, you’ll fail, you’ll cry, you’ll rejoice,
    but it brings only silence, at the end of this carnival.

  • With Desire

    Another day, and another night;
    and with the run of life,
    I wonder which is the more real face —
    the world of hired aspiration,
    or the world of endless desire?

  • Time Warp

    Thee — the endless times,
    and the weave of beads through time;
    scarlet in the virgin sky,
    and the stars shooting high above —
    though it is the breeding trap.

  • At the Dawn of a New Horizon

    The clock says 1:07 a.m., 1st January — and I am wondering what I can offer in the dusk of the departing year. A farewell? Or should I begin with something — an offering for the new horizon ahead of this dawn? But the point shifts to something that amazes me this time: the timeline itself.

    I posted my status online, wishing everyone a Happy New Year, but with a line of my own: “A single joyous moment of life can overcome many wells of sadness — and we are all just in a quest for that one moment.”

    With this end-that-is-a-beginning, I notice one thing: how small happiness can be, and yet how the fulfilment it offers compares to nothing else. A stranger’s smile, a loved one’s goodbye, the adieu of a good or a bad year — a farewell is always welcomed with something new in life.

    I have ended some of my years in the easy comfort of losing myself, or of losing others; but the strange thing is, I never quite encounter it. It means that whatever I attain in life will, one day, perish. We forget this with time — yet when it comes to action, we meet the greatest fear of life: being alone. It is this fear that makes us weak and vulnerable.

    There is nothing worse than satisfaction — but longing is equally bad.

    The essence is this: life is just a fountain of moments. Whether by the muddy way or by decoration, it has to find itself again.

    Often, the subject most talked about is the one I understand the least.