Abhey Gupta

Tag: Meaning

  • A Day Is Lost

    Passing away with the dusk, wondering a while about the day;
    I hope to see the dawn again —
    but after the darkness, a day is lost.

  • The Deep Well

    I watch, still, but everything else is moving fast;
    I turn my head, and the world is lightning, painted red. I push into the deep well, though I know its depth;
    I wonder what time is, and what the height of success is —
    and I witness the fliers of the skies.

  • No Tomorrow

    No expectations —
    I am simply drowning myself in something known or unknown;
    no complaints —
    I am ruining, or running, just my own way. No dreams on hold;
    I am living, or living for them, every day. I say there is no tomorrow, for there is no part of me apart —
    I love this life like this, too varied to live, and to pass through here.

  • Herald of a New Life

    I am not stepping aside;
    I am the end of sorrow and the beginning of a new world. From hope to higher hope I aspire —
    the world is not the same each day;
    it varies, but never disguises. I am the herald of a new life, and the memory of one time.

  • The Key to What I Am

    I am the sea of thoughts, the dusk of the herd;
    I am a message of love, a traveler of the world. To someone I am a single word, to another I am everything —
    but still I am looking for the key to what I am.

  • ज़िन्दगी

    है छोटी-सी उड़ान, यह चलती-फिरती ज़िन्दगी,
    सागर से गहरी, आसमान से ऊँची — कुछ लफ़्ज़ों की ज़िन्दगी।
    किसी की चाहत की, किसी की मुस्कुराहट की हस्ती — यह ज़िन्दगी,
    रंग बदलती, सुरों में सजती, नन्ही-सी ज़िन्दगी।

  • Silence

    When peace takes hold of me,
    far from anything I desire,
    alone, at my very best —
    I hear the words of silence.

    I ask: is this it?
    My soul echoes back: live it.
    Sitting in the corner, unfelt,
    I feel the power of silence.

    I lay my speech bare,
    with a tender flinch;
    but something empowered me,
    and I found it in a crowd of silence.

    I am lowered by the feelings,
    and settle back into the voyage;
    but a charisma is meant to happen —
    and I am travelling through peace, in silence.

  • The Sky

    Love-full, and pondering,
    with a desire to fill everything,
    I look through the air — you,
    the sky — I dream, day and night.
    I could draw it in my notebook,
    but it fills instead with feelings of you;
    so far, yet so close to me,
    the sky sketches everything I want. (cloudy)

    My lost selves are in you,
    love and the lover, gazing at me;
    I am scared, and I look to you to calm me —
    the sky, so far above, always with me. (white sky)

    Slowly moving with the storm,
    I am looking every way to say,
    there it is — where are you? — but I know;
    the sky, falling before me. (dark cloud)

    Blank as you may be,
    still I see so much blue in you,
    infinite to gaze and stare upon —
    the sky, after rain, so clear.

    Moving into each other, and lost into one,
    having lost you, I wonder;
    I think of what I see — love, and destruction —
    the sky: so futuristic, so prophetic.

  • No More

    He stares out through the window,
    a stranger groaning, alone, outside;
    a sight of something wrong reaches him,
    and he no longer looks beyond.

    Thinking, over and over, far away,
    the source of his thoughts perplexes him —
    guessing what might become of the stranger,
    he is whirled into his own world of grief.

    He realizes his own misdeeds,
    the bad words he so often spoke,
    and comes back, full circle, to belief;
    obsession had once held its power over him.

    He looks outside once more, estranged,
    and this time his gaze finds the moon —
    alone, shining, giving light to others,
    holding so much, yet so little vanity.

    It never asks for anything; it has its own.
    And feeling how small his pain is
    beside that quiet, overarching light,
    he stops thinking only in the verse of “me.”

    He moves beyond the personal —
    and he is in sadness no more.

  • In Him

    A long-awaited day of life —
    not so special, yet quite unusual.
    It crossed the boundaries once laid down;
    the beauty of the day still undisclosed.

    Special was this dusky evening he had;
    lucky, he guessed, was the day he wore.
    Nature was perplexed by the nature of a day —
    but its core will be understood this time.

    He breathes a relief from his agony,
    feeling glad of his journey;
    distances undiscovered, and the rest now seen,
    will be crossed in this new journey of life.

    Struggling through all those days,
    he forgot to live his own way.
    But time has changed once again —
    it is time to live, the right way, again.

    He is not going to stop in life;
    he will explore the unseen passage,
    weaving a poem, and his message,
    reflecting the poet he holds within him.