Abhey Gupta

Tag: Meaning

  • Inside and Outside

    It graces out the pride — the sky,
    with a glimpse of the forever past;
    and this world rejoices in pain,
    but not the one who has claimed the self.
    Take the ray, and make it a prayer,
    till it shines — outside the dark,
    inside, and outside…

  • Morning at Mourning

    Beneath the moon, up in the sky,
    the wind is blowing, high tide;
    I fear not the losing —
    I am travelling with time.

    Morning with light, morning with a smile,
    morning of freedom, morning of cessation;
    though not always morning —
    sometimes a morning at the mourning of a lost one,
    the mourning of what is left behind.
    But this mourning is better than a morning
    without oneself, lost in the darkness of last night.

  • The Story

    Sunk under the weight of my own,
    I surrender my peace to welcome her;
    though the sky, not so distant, is burning,
    the finite is not so serene…

    Plain roads are a symbolic game:
    the closer it seems, the farther its way;
    up above, yet so dispersed within its own,
    covering an inch of the sky’s stone…

    Noisy, yet entertaining now,
    it feels like riding hell with your own;
    a hidden glory beneath the flying cloud —
    how it matters, leaving its comfort shell…

    In the full night of the dark lorry,
    the Lord walked to the fire and spelled a charm;
    and I showed my heart to you — and it was gone:
    the feelings of it, now, are what they call love and hate.

  • The First Day

    Glancing out the window one night, I see
    hundreds of wanderers — of mine, and of yours;
    all are a part of this night, and apart from the daylight.
    When all are forks of my one, or many, desires —
    what shall I understand from the faces of time?

  • रंगमंच

    ज़िन्दगी है एक रंगमंच,
    जिसने जो बोला, वो सच का साया;
    जिसने जो देखा, वही उसने सोचा।
    कुछ वक़्त का नाटक,
    और फिर सब कुछ ग़ायब।

    यहाँ है हर रोज़ एक तमाशा,
    लेकिन सच को भला किसने समझा?
    क्योंकि ज़िन्दगी तो है, बस, रंगमंच का एक साया…

  • 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.

  • यह ज़िन्दगी

    कभी लगे ज़िन्दगी दरिया-सी छोटी, तो कभी सागर-सी गहरी;
    एक रोज़ रात के सन्नाटे को जीती, और किसी रोज़ चाँदनी में जगमगाती।
    एक कल से भागते हुए, एक कल को बुनते हुए — जीते हैं हम यह ज़िन्दगी;
    न जाने किस ओर जाती हुई, लड़खड़ाती और चलती हुई — यह ज़िन्दगी।

  • The Carnival of Life

    Some are bleeding their way, raining in a crust of hate;
    a few are loving this world of desires, trying hard to touch every sky.
    Yet through the beauty of lies and the words of worldly desire —
    you’ll pass, you’ll fail, you’ll cry, you’ll rejoice,
    but it brings only silence, at the end of this carnival.

  • With Desire

    Another day, and another night;
    and with the run of life,
    I wonder which is the more real face —
    the world of hired aspiration,
    or the world of endless desire?

  • Rise and Fall

    Thou — the rise meant for the fall,
    I feel the horizon beneath all that passes by;
    darkness in the shallows of shine,
    yet I wonder, holding an answer of time.