Abhey Gupta

Tag: Love

  • 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.

  • Same Day and Same Time

    A season of colour and love,
    time beading every moment with it;
    some faces are a crowd now,
    but still travelling in the time of the mind —
    just like flowing water through a pipe,
    I am ceasing my every dime,
    close to heart and life:
    the same day, and the same time.

  • Jealous of Your Smile

    Nature is jealous of your smile,
    the sky is blind to see your shine,
    the wind is bound to drive your hair,
    and time is flowing slowly —
    just to keep your smile.

  • Wish to Wish

    I wish to wish you every coming year with a smile on your face.
    I wish to wish you every day full of happiness and joy.
    I wish to wish that, every time, you get what you deserve in life.
    I wish to wish that I could hold your tears with my smile.
    I wish to wish you everything that I may bring into your life.

    Just in return, I wish for your smile —
    the one that makes me happy, all the time.

  • When I Feel

    I don’t love just to fill my emptiness;
    I love when I feel.

  • Moon and You

    It hides in the hue,
    to tell I am not with you;
    and it shines anew,
    to tell I am not from you.

    It seeks the light of another,
    to glitter the night for you;
    it moves swiftly,
    to tell the beloved of love.

    It stands till dawn,
    to let you sleep in his arms;
    it ushers in a new day,
    to believe in the existence of you;
    it watches all night —
    silent, and a sign of you.

  • Beautiful Lie

    You say one thing, and your eyes another —
    making me believe it is all lies.
    You say something, known to the unknown, I feel;
    often it is close to the truth,
    but it moves with a sharp turn of reality,
    and rises again with the darkness and the night,
    and sleeps with a weeping mourn…