Abhey Gupta

Tag: longing

longing

  • Somewhere I Belong

    I am leaving behind memoirs at every step;
    some are known, and loved,
    some are helpless, like feathers of cloud,
    and bewildered, like my dreams at night,
    and lonely, like my day without you.
    But I am stepping forward, every day —
    lost, and left behind, but stepping, to where I belong…

  • Lost Night

    A glimpsed day, and its thoughts;
    dreams, and the far reality of life;
    someone to know, and to love,
    someone to call, and to cry to,
    and one to call your own.

    Sheared eyes, and time,
    seeking for the one that’s lost;
    to the past, to the future —
    something to remember, and to forget,
    something to hold, and to let go,
    and one to keep safe, inside…

  • One Arm to Hold

    How long I chase my dreams, only to find them void;
    how long I travel alone, on the path I aspire to;
    how far I go, alone, with one lost reach —
    and by the evening, I wake to my own night,
    through and through my own pain…

    And by the morning, I want to wake holding one arm,
    and smile with you, for the rest of my life.

  • Lasting Memory

    I used to glance slyly, from beneath my drawing book,
    at those deep, lost eyes that lured me, and my smile;
    though they faded often, and were lost, seldom found —
    how I would come early, to the rise, just to see that angel of “deep, dark eyes”…

  • My Heart and Life

    Holding her arms, and a loving heart,
    a widespread time of love and era;
    springs of joy, and caresses,
    holding every second I breathe,
    with you, and with mine.

    I climb a new wall and shine,
    underneath my old time;
    I forget not the clinging of the past,
    but I remember the beauty of yours.

    I hold her lips, and press mine,
    with the greatness of a lost dime;
    some may come between us,
    but I forget not a single smile.

    I hold you deep inside me,
    living you in every life I mean;
    you come and go, but forever —
    in my heart, and my life…

  • How Far

    How far shall I hurt my love,
    to push away this pain of the soul,
    to cross the limit of the wait,
    to smile again with you?

    How deep shall I love you,
    to hold you in my heart,
    to live in your dreams again,
    to anchor myself in you?

    How far shall I hold my tears,
    to cry in the joy of yours,
    to spend myself on you again,
    to tear my sadness apart with you?

    How far shall I travel alone,
    weaving old and new memories?

  • Eyes

    Sparkling and stunning, a deadly smile —
    she looks behind my time;
    slyly, and slowly, even time whispers:
    her aura, and her smile, all around mine.

  • Love?

    Afar, at the heights of love,
    I am scared of its hurt;
    wide open, I welcomed the thorns —
    how seldom do I hear it wrong?

  • Way Back

    Shall I be lost in the triumph of the one I gain,
    or shall I behold the fight of the one I lost?
    They are ways to reach the old, and the new —
    but why does the shortest so often lead to you?

  • Endless Dream

    Behold my dreams, and wing them afar,
    to a place farther than the far of your smile,
    to a heart as close as yours and mine —
    I shall be told to love thee, and always.