Abhey Gupta

Tag: Life

  • Was It Me…?

    A lone way, shredding itself apart,
    though the steps felt firm as a shell;
    descending, yet into the tomb —
    forward was the only step down.

    Every attempt held a nightmare for the night,
    lugged with fears, and hidden away;
    but when thoughts dive into time,
    all they perceive is a lie.

    Yet as the smoke clears off the timeline,
    life is beautiful as a single drop of time —
    far too little to spill it on hate;
    just add more love to every space.

    Life will perish, but not the thought;
    and the journey of hate is the sorrow of the soul.
    Everything will pass, but the quest will last —
    was it me, chasing every thought?

  • मेरी एक दोस्त

    मंद-मंद हवा-सी बहती, बेफ़िक्र खिलखिलाती — वो हस्ती,
    महकती, बहकती, किसी को बहलाती, दीवाना बनाती — वो हस्ती।

    एक पल के लिए थाम लेती वो सबके सपनों की डोर,
    फिर छोड़, बच्चों-सी नादान बनकर कहती — “हूँ ही मैं इतनी अच्छी।”

    अक्सर आँखों से कुछ बोलती, ज़ुबान से कुछ और —
    यूँ तो हँसती थी वो हर वक़्त, लेकिन रोती भी थी कभी-कभी।

    फिर भी, हँसती-खिलखिलाती, ज़िन्दगी से खुश — चलती रहती, वो मेरी एक दोस्त…

  • Above the Hill of Failure

    With the sunrise comes a hope of tenderly flying dreams —
    some already on their way, some still forming their shape. With the fall of night, darkness surrenders its soul to light, and the morning shines with a ray of success;
    and through the troubles of life, you may fall once, but you rise forever again, above the hill of any failure.

  • A Game of Risk

    Though everything is close to me, I am at the farthest place of my own;
    though things are happy, reality is something I have learned to cherish. The constant struggle just to survive is a disguise —
    of being made a victim by your own will. But life is only a game of risk.

  • Different Every Time

    When I look at it from above, it looks one way;
    when I look from below, it looks another. And all I understand is this: it is all about life —
    and it is different every time.

  • The Deep Well

    I watch, still, but everything else is moving fast;
    I turn my head, and the world is lightning, painted red. I push into the deep well, though I know its depth;
    I wonder what time is, and what the height of success is —
    and I witness the fliers of the skies.

  • No Tomorrow

    No expectations —
    I am simply drowning myself in something known or unknown;
    no complaints —
    I am ruining, or running, just my own way. No dreams on hold;
    I am living, or living for them, every day. I say there is no tomorrow, for there is no part of me apart —
    I love this life like this, too varied to live, and to pass through here.

  • ज़िन्दगी

    है छोटी-सी उड़ान, यह चलती-फिरती ज़िन्दगी,
    सागर से गहरी, आसमान से ऊँची — कुछ लफ़्ज़ों की ज़िन्दगी।
    किसी की चाहत की, किसी की मुस्कुराहट की हस्ती — यह ज़िन्दगी,
    रंग बदलती, सुरों में सजती, नन्ही-सी ज़िन्दगी।

  • I’m Falling Again

    I walked past my barriers and flew,
    moving through the world I always desired;
    slowly it is drawing close to reality,
    and I am falling in love with life again.

    I poured myself deep into a dream,
    drank down all the hate, and was left with peace;
    this time it is not the same old faith —
    and I am falling in love with life again.

    No longer measuring my needs and pride,
    wondering what it all would have been before,
    fiery-eyed, and waiting for thee —
    and I am falling in love with life again.

    There is still a way to go, a shore to reach;
    loving every second, I live a little more.
    I come around alone, but not the same —
    and I am falling in love with life again.

  • 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