Abhey Gupta

Tag: longing

longing

  • I Allow You to Be Mine

    Thereby, I allow you to be mine —
    just mine, and always mine,
    and you shall be my forever,
    till you can feel me in your arms,
    no matter how far, but still in sight.

    Thenceforth, I allow you to make me happy:
    every time you smile,
    every day you are with me,
    everything you do for me.

    Henceforth, I give you my dreams, and my life —
    for each second, and each breath,
    for each night I spend with you,
    for each day I whisper: you are mine.
    Till you can feel me in your arms,
    no matter how far, but still in sight.

  • She Is the One

    A drive of solitude, and a lonely peace, made me think about her:
    who is she? Why do I love her so much —
    that, in spite of all our fights, I want her with me?

    She is the one who can drive me crazy, anytime.
    She is the one who can be the reason for my happiness, even in pain.
    She is the one who knows me — but never thinks it enough.
    She is the one who can tolerate all my weirdness, and still love me.
    She is the one who can hold my despair, and be the reason for my smile.
    She is the one who is my everything, with nothing else.
    She is the one who is the reason I feel love all around.
    She is the one — the only one.

  • Thank You So Much, Babu

    Thank you so much, babu —
    I just want you in my life,
    nothing else.

  • I Am Addicted to You

    You make me crazy, either way —
    and I wonder if I am addicted to you;
    you make me smile, anyway —
    and I think the only reason is you;
    you make me love anything —
    and I just want everything to be you;
    you make me happy —
    and I know it is because of you.

  • An Outage of Sight

    An outage of sight leaves me blind — but it opens me up:
    to see, to witness; to feel, to know
    what it is like, being loved and hated,
    alone in a room of darkness,
    counting my own possessions, and wondering at my life.

    How far the outcry; how seldom I try —
    but on the closest side, I realize there is a hope, a light.
    But where is it leading? How soon will it be another day,
    with a new mystery, a self of a new realm?

    Still, on the corner of that street,
    I am walking down, in the hope of catching her glimpse,
    and whispering a few words;
    and with the rain, I hide my tears —
    seen, to unseen, I figure it out, another time;
    but, overlapped and collapsed, here and there,
    I am everywhere — but with the confusion, and despair, of a call.

  • More Than Words

    I need more than a word to define your importance in my life,
    your love in my life,
    your beautiful eyes when they look at me in love —
    not in the finding of chocolates, nor of roses,
    just me, and my smile.

    I need a word more than “myself” to define you in my life;
    I need words more than “wife” to define our bond;
    I need words more than “together” to explain what we are to each other;
    I need words more than “one” to define you in me, and me in you;
    I need a life more than this one, to tell you how happy I am with you;
    and words, to define my love for you.

  • Under This Night

    Me, myself, you, and the night —
    I will address my love to myself, and so will you;
    I will call to the moon, longing for your embrace,
    and walk down a few steps, to hear your voice in my heart, only.
    No matter how far I have to go,
    or whether I may not move even a step —
    today, I will walk with you, and me, alone,
    under this night, forever and ever.

  • I Want You to Be Me

    I want to hold your hand till the end.
    I want to love you till I breathe.
    I want you to love me every second of life.
    I want you with me in every phase of life.
    I want to hold every tear, and make a pearl of memory out of it.
    I want you to be mine — just mine — always, and always.
    I want you to become my name, my fame.
    I want you to read a novel to me, when I am old enough to lose my sight.
    I want you to travel with me, to every corner of the world.
    I want you to be me.

  • Myself with Myself

    With a silence of yours,
    I sleep with my dreams;
    with the end of the day, you —
    I wake up, all for her.

    With a joy of yours,
    I hear people singing aloud;
    with an end of yours,
    comes another day, to you.

    With every effort to understand you,
    I surrender myself, deep into the darkness;
    with every wonder of you,
    it shines with the full moon, and turns magical.

    With every hour about you,
    I am lost — of memories, and of mind;
    with every cry of yours,
    I lose myself, and become myself.

  • Two Swords

    Soon a day will come, when the phone will ring,
    and one voice will echo in my ear:
    “Panda, I can’t take it anymore —
    she talks too much,
    she sneaks too much,
    she cries too much,
    she gives me competition.”

    Though I am not jealous,
    I am a little scared of her;
    and though I enjoy the madness with her —
    how can two swords survive in one sheath?

    The voices will echo, and my brain will ache;
    time will pass,
    from evening to night,
    from night to day.
    Those voices are coming, from far away —
    I can hear them coming soon,
    I hear them whispering, soon.