Abhey Gupta

Tag: Love

  • Miracle of Storm

    It was long ago, in the bazaar of love,
    when ships were sailing in the hue of sand,
    and we travelled miles together —
    but spent the rest of the journey in hate.

    I hide myself in the sand of time,
    passing through and through that mile;
    she comes and goes with a hope —
    one day, or one life, I’ll have her.

    Like a desert with no reason for death,
    I never could stand a reason to love again;
    but with the grace of words, and of silence,
    I speak my hate again — with a love for her.

    She is a miracle of storm,
    flowing away with every gust of the tale;
    some are stories, some are fable —
    but I just settle with the dream of her.

    And with the loss, I conquer the fear of losing her.

  • Divide of Time

    A sea of hope, or the death of desire,
    and the curling thread of thoughts
    conspire — the smaller, the shadow of light;
    yet harder it is to get by, in this time of thine.

    But I cross the bridge with the company of her smile,
    and in all that is left — the happiness of her, and mine.

  • The Bird’s Tail

    Swiftly, she is flying through these dreams of mine;
    and every time I look — just look — into her eyes, I find my own.
    I hide myself from her world,
    but how could I ever do that, with this heart of mine?

  • Belovers

    Hand in hand, the lovers and the beloved,
    the loving soul of the world, and of God;
    but now, glancing through the mirror of time —
    just the remembrance of goodness, walking down the street, alone.

  • Who’s She?

    Alone, I was defying the world,
    when she became my company;
    the faster I reached for the sky,
    the more she was framed in memories.

    Like the changing weather,
    I came to cry again in the raining beauty,
    and alone, she sailed my way back to the sky —
    never resisting the serenity.

    All the way she travelled in a parity,
    and all I could give was another parting;
    and like an eclipse,
    it shadowed my soul, and my clarity.

    All I wondered was the joy of another divide,
    and I travelled a year of disclosing;
    but she came, a queen, and conquered the lost world,
    and flowered joy like a sceptic beauty.

    All the way she travelled alone,
    but never let me feel the same;
    and now I wonder — who is she,
    and why is she doing so much for me?
    And she smiles, and whispers something.

  • For and Ever

    I do realize when goodness walks into my life
    and becomes my friend, forever;
    I do smile when she smiles back,
    and how it becomes another memory.

    I do cry when she goes away —
    but out of everything, I miss her the most;
    and when I lay my head on the greener grass
    and feel the touch of her,

    I watch her walking by me,
    like the best friend ever — and forever.

  • Mystery of Her

    Oh thou, the love — tell her this:
    I have always loved her, and I always will.

    Oh thou, the queen of heart — show her mine;
    how helpless I was when I missed her, and I always will.

    Oh thou, the lover’s dream — let her dream;
    I always wanted her happy, and I always will.

    Oh thou, the night’s shine — let her shine;
    she always smiled into my life, and always will.

    Oh thou, the cloud’s traveller — let her wander
    through my thoughts, and see how much I love her, and I always will.

    Oh thou, the moon — go, and perceive her;
    how lonely I am without her, and I always will…

    Just like you.

  • 25th May 2012

    1:10 a.m., 25th May 2012.

    I am still struggling with my mind and its thoughts, wondering what happened last night. Is my wildest fear — that she now knows of my madness for her — finally coming true? Or has it already happened, and in my ignorance I simply couldn’t see it?

    The solution isn’t complicated; it could even be the simplest thing — just letting her know. But the mismatch of mind and heart, of fire and water, of past and present, keeps competing inside me — and, I think, inside her too. What can I do at this particular moment?

    So, as before — but with new evidence, and new feelings — I write, again and again, to map out my thoughts: my cloud of worry, my pursuit of happiness, poured into my poems and my blog. And I hope that one day she’ll read it.

    Near midnight, she says goodnight to me, and I wonder if it is the morning of her dreams. She holds my breath with her voice, and unsettles me with the familiar mischief of her charm — and I wonder if this is just the beginning of her love.

    She blinds me with her eyes, and I am lost in the endless depth of it; I wonder if it is only a part of her world.

    But sooner or later, I wake from the dream. I find the reality exactly the same — except that, this time, she is not by my side.

  • The Sky and the Horizon

    Up above the bluish sky,
    a streaming river holds a key of joy;
    one star, a thousand stars — all so bright,
    putting a smile on every face, all the time.

    Small but endless stories of life,
    there are millions of others in the sketch;
    yet everyone with their own sky,
    filled with the rewards of time, and pearls of memory shining like stars.

    It holds a secret of love,
    underneath the cover of a single colour,
    pinning everyone with the hope of success,
    with the grounded brightness of its sky.

  • Reality to Another Dream

    Her eyes, her laughter, the endless talks —
    and I lose a part of myself each time;
    just like another parting memory,
    I bid farewell by morning, and smiled with her.

    An hour of my chase,
    and the glory of being known to her;
    deception, and yet so beautiful a gift,
    though it scares me — with her wings, she flowed away, as ever.

    I look into her eyes, madly,
    like a child with an endless candy in my heart;
    and once again I follow a run of my own,
    as she walks away, the shore behind her.

    I glance at her slyly, beneath the first daylight,
    feeling an eternal beauty of nature so close to mine;
    until I wake, to witness the beauty —
    and how I open one reality into another dream tonight.