Abhey Gupta

Tag: longing

longing

  • Eyes of Sea

    As she walks to this side,
    trembling my heart with the feel of her deep, sea-like eyes,
    I wonder what I am leading toward next —
    but I just know: my mind will not leave you now.

  • Ms. Unknown

    Like a monsoon in July’s summer,
    I am drenched, feeling it all over me;
    like a moonlit night at the end of a beautiful day,
    I watch it come, and go back to the lost forever.

    But like the short-yet-forever memory of a butterfly,
    I am keeping her safe, here in my heart…

  • Another Beautiful Day

    I do believe in coincidences. I do believe in love at first sight. I do believe in destiny — though belief tends to step aside the moment it becomes reality.

    Lost in a crowd of strangers, I was struggling through my daily commute — Noida Sector 64, from AIIMS. Most days were just travel and crowd, like any other. But one day, something happened that I could never have imagined: I looked at her, and I couldn’t stop looking, again and again. The day ended at my stop, and I bade her a silent farewell — certain I would never see her again.

    Today is the 17th of March. I boarded my bus at the usual time, and somewhere after South Ex and before Andrews Ganj, she stepped into the same bus. Her eyes met mine, and I went a little mad. That one hour felt like a moment of ultimate solace — I kept shifting, leaning, half-hiding, just to watch her, and often to catch her watching me too.

    Like the rain of a July summer, I was drenched all over in her presence.
    Like the cold of December, I was held by the charm of her endless depth.
    Like a fleeting, buttery life, she comes into mine, and goes — but always with a little hope.

    I hope I’ll see her again.

  • Clashes of Memories

    Like a ray in the mangrove fields,
    departing from one to another;
    there is a time that lives between two memories —
    a chase toward the one, and a chase away from the other.

  • Mesmerising

    He is lost again, in the world of love,
    sailing a long way — but with the one he loves;
    and every time he looks into her eyes,
    all he sees is an endless ocean of time.

    She stretches her arms around him every time he cries;
    though he pauses to dip into his thoughts,
    nevertheless, he tries —
    like a man mid-sea, with nowhere to go,
    all he needs is her love, every time.

    He sailed his boat to part,
    but fate is something no one can deny;
    it all meets at the point of love, every time.
    Sacred, and beloved — a lover, not just another;
    he longs to be a part of the story —
    the lovers, and the happy ending.

  • Running Ends of Clock

    I am walking plain roads, but leaving my steps behind;
    reasons, or wants — but quarrels and love in all.
    Never a pearl, nor less than any precious memory —
    yet I am lost in a garland of them.
    “O you, the traveler of memories — where do you stop, and shed your nights in the same place?”

    A silent way ahead, but at the cost of what?
    Maybe some lost friends,
    maybe some buds of love,
    or just a few pieces of my own soul,
    lost on the highway of it all.

    I am travelling on plain ground, to leave a few more steps behind,
    hoping to last this journey with the known;
    but the steps of the day outlast the thirst of my every moment —
    joyous in nothing ahead, again, but these steps I have walked down.

  • My Thoughts

    Far, but not farther;
    near, but no nearer than my thoughts.
    Every lonely night, I wonder at the wandering moon —
    but the question is: where are you, my soul?

    At times, I too fear the distance,
    broader than any other memory;
    harder it is to feel, like any rock —
    yet everything is like a flowing river.

    A pebble, and a trembling heart,
    both adrift in a spring of flowing tears,
    from end to end — but this journey will never last.

    I am travelling all night for your return,
    like the moon that falls only to rise above the horizon,
    wrapped all around in clouds of love —
    but life is not a question of mine alone.

  • All of Me & You

    Closest at the altar of eyes, all I remember is you;
    I watch you go, quiet as my eyes,
    with a glimpse of day — just all of me and you.
    You spare a moment for me again,
    and we return to a lonely me and you.

    I hope to see the dawn again,
    just to get back to all of me and you.
    I dream all night for signs,
    and rest in the arms of you;
    I wake to see you sigh,
    with a love for all of me and you.

    I live in the heart, and for life,
    and I am happy, like a smiling you;
    I end only to start my every life
    with you, and for all of me and you.

  • An Hour

    An hour, when I wake into her arms,
    I feel the whole world fall behind mine;
    time plays its moments so tenderly,
    and I fly to reach that time.

    An hour at midday, alone,
    remembering all the good mornings with you;
    and this time, time is slipping away,
    just to reach your arms around me.

    An hour when I am apart from you,
    longing to live and to love you;
    and time smiles devilishly
    at every attempt I make.

    The hour at midnight — you, again;
    I wonder how lucky I am.
    This time, I am living the reality,
    and I hear the words of love in her heart.

  • Asleep in Her Arms

    Swiftly, slyly, she hides inside my dreams and keeps me awake the whole night through —
    until at last I fall asleep in her arms, of love and of life.