Abhey Gupta

Tag: longing

longing

  • Pastimes

    Toward there, and the way it possesses —
    spanning all my past and future,
    I walk behind a shadow of mine,
    and hope to shine one day…

    I see the end, and the start,
    having been through point to line;
    always so close to success —
    but does desire ever cease, this way?

    New hope, and old remembrance;
    an old suit, and a fake smile again;
    and I believe in yesterday,
    when expectation hangs of its own…

    Love was easy, and breath;
    but with its going, I was lost —
    in today’s end, today’s success,
    walking alone behind myself, today.

  • Her Smile

    She is tenderly hiding herself in a smile,
    spreading happiness, while hiding her eyes;
    more precious than the narrowest light,
    when she whispers a new song every day…

    Slightly she shies away with her smile,
    its traces leaving joy amid the cry;
    the more she looks around — but love
    stays back with her, and hope, inside me.

    Every day of her raises a voice,
    but with a gentle caress, it settles into a smile;
    though far from the moon and its light,
    she smiles, and loves, beneath the starry sky…

    An endless gaze, through her eyes;
    the farther I reach, the more I lose mine;
    and she smiles, girlish and shy —
    and I fly to endless joy, in the smile of her eyes…

  • She

    She speaks little, but her eyes hold a whole sea of the world;
    she holds me seldom, yet her heart is always full of the lover;
    though she knows me little, she loves me for all that I am —
    but she does not know: I will be everything she ever desired.

  • She Comes and Goes

    I am far through the sea’s depth, but still lost within;
    I reach my thoughts and speak to myself — but of you…

    I ask her to come in dreams, not in life — though I want her there;
    I wonder at her eyes each day, despite the tears I collect every time…

    I asked her to come and live again, for all the love that still remains;
    and she makes her moves, while I waste my time…

    She comes, and goes, and whispers — sad, this time;
    but I know, alas, she is the one — I laughed through all my past, with a cry.

  • Dreamer

    Like the memoirs of a day,
    I welcome these winds;
    like your breath,
    I breathe this night, every day.

    And like the night that comes every day,
    I come with the hope of you;
    and like the silent whispering of love at night,
    I love you, each day.

  • Farewell to Love

    I fly to the sky,
    and pass my dread aside;
    I walk upon the cloud,
    and find you by my side…

    I open my arms,
    hold her eyes, and cry;
    she whispers nothing new,
    but I hold her tighter still.

    I dive to the ground,
    and lose her now;
    I pray for her to come with me,
    but the goddess has her refusal.

    I cross my heart and weep alone…
    but she never comes to see me by;
    time goes, and her love with it —
    yet I am still here, to see her by my side.

  • Forever Smile

    She looks around, and flies away;
    out of her wings, she brings her memories;
    through a day and a night, she murmurs —
    like a walking shadow, she lives each day…

  • Height of Evening

    Silence all around,
    when the birds aren’t chirping aloud;
    I come by, then, at the time
    when you reach the height of evening.

    Utter a sincere lie,
    and lay yourself down in the town,
    where there is no one around,
    and darkness reaches the height of evening.

    You come, surrendering to the soul,
    gripped by a differential thought;
    you whisper a name, but no one knows —
    in the silence of the evening, and its height…

  • Start to End

    I am walking down memory lane,
    the one I met first, but never last;
    still deep in every lonely day,
    lost deeper, and remembering all the way…

    Retrospective, travelling this time —
    the one in my worst, and forever;
    friend, or beloved — but the one;
    and whether I lost or won, still the last one…

    Drifting through one more memory,
    I wanted, but never the way;
    and I wondered, long, for one,
    and ended up with a lost beloved…

    All the way through this journey,
    one has been there, all the way;
    once a friend, a beloved, a friend again —
    but the start, and the end, with me.

  • The Moment of Love

    Once in a while in the day,
    filled with love and life,
    yes — it came to start,
    with the end of the line of desire,
    but the long way to another time.

    I guess it wasn’t the right choice;
    I wondered through dusk and dawn,
    with eyes filled with hope and love,
    but the dew of a shack,
    and the shame of neglect,
    answered only the shadow of time.

    And yet the end came with a “yes,”
    and I wondered all the dark night;
    but the answer came with the truth of none,
    and again I wondered, of hate and love —
    the beautiful moments of life…

    not with the one I got,
    but with the one I lost long ago,
    in that one moment of love.