Abhey Gupta

Tag: Love

  • Forgive Me

    I was wrong, and somewhere, so were you…
    Things were never as bad as they seemed.
    A few uttered words of my soul,
    and a few of hers, dissolved it all—
    the unnamed thing we had between us.

    Hope is all I can do, and all I have now.
    Things will be the same again someday;
    I’ll hold the same dreams in my eyes
    and taste those tears of joy once more.
    I’ll hear those words one day—
    but silence is all I assume for now.

    I’ve heard it often: time heals all wounds.
    But feeling—can it ever be surpassed?
    This is the one thing I know, after all of this:
    some things will never bend to your will.

    So I let go of all my complaining—
    forgive me, because I was wrong.

  • You Matter to Me

    You matter to me.

    You were my dream;
    those were my screams.
    You were there again in tonight’s dreams—
    why, why again, tonight?

    Sick of your pain,
    the kiss of your fake chain.

    I remember all those moments
    when you, the only one, would wander.

    No… no… no… no… no—but
    I still love you.

    Who cares about the hurt
    when I care only for you—
    because you matter to me.

  • The Arrival of Your Absence

    Fine were my days and nights
    until the day you weren’t there.
    I couldn’t answer my own soul—
    how could I ever answer you?

    Fine were my days and nights
    till you found the courage to see me again.
    You are not my love; you only disguise her.

    The rain, the wind, the soothing smell of soil,
    the smoke slowly lifting—
    you came back, confusing me more than before.

    Hard to answer, hard to understand
    how you could have done that.

    Fine were my days and nights;
    when you were not there, I was my own.

  • How I Found You (and Lost You)

    I came, hoping to knock on your door,
    To breathe in the faint trace of your presence.
    Exhausted, lost in thought,
    I sat—sinking slowly into sorrow.

    I searched for something, anything…
    Yearning for fragments of my broken dreams.
    Was there truly nothing left to hold on to?
    That’s when I saw how foolish I’d been.

    I felt like I was lying to myself again—
    Pretending I no longer loved you.
    But your picture, once more, made me weak.
    And deep inside I wanted to scream,
    To cry out loud:
    I still love you. So much.

    But fate, as always, had other plans.
    I closed my eyes, whispering a prayer to see you.
    Yet your absence answered back—
    Telling me to walk away again.

    So I sat there, alone,
    Swallowing my tears and my silence,
    Staring at the fading outline of your face.
    Sad but true—
    that’s how I found you,
    and lost you.