Abhey Gupta

Tag: memories

memories

  • इश्क़, याद और तुम

    1.
    कुछ ख्वाहिशों की तमन्ना जरूर है दिल में,
    लेकिन तेरी खुशी से ऊपर कुछ भी नहीं।

    2.
    तुम संग कुछ यूँ उलझे, खुद को ही भूल गए।

    3.
    तेरी यादों को कुछ इस तरह सँजो के रखा है,
    अपना शहर भी बेगाना हो गया,
    दोस्तों की महफ़िल भी तन्हा हो गई।

    4.
    सोचता हूँ तुमसे शिकायतें करूँ,
    फिर तुम्हें हंसते देख सब भूल जाता हूँ

    5.
    लफ्ज से अक्स तक बस अब
    तुम्हारे प्यार के कैदी हैं।

    6.
    गुस्से में अक्सर वो हमारे गले लग जाती है,
    और भी ज़माने भर के शिकवे यूँ ही भूल जाती है।

    7.
    किसी रोज़ मंदिर में दिया ना जले तो मान लेना,
    तुम्हें आज हमने याद नहीं किया

    8.
    वक्त देखा तो एक पहर बीत गया था,
    लेकिन तुम्हारी याद अभी ताज़ा थी।
    सोचा कुछ करें और बाहर चलें,
    निकले ही थे, तुम वहाँ भी मिल गई।

    9.
    तुमने तो कह दिया कि मुझे भूल जाओ,
    घर दोस्त जो भुला दिए तुम्हारे लिए वो?

    10.
    किसी रोज़ आऊंगा तो एक तोहफा लाऊंगा,
    आज भी दिल में छुपा के रखा है तुम्हारी हंसी को।

    11.
    तुम्हें सोचता हूँ हर रोज़,
    लेकिन अब और नहीं…

    12.
    अरसो पुरानी एक आरज़ू,
    गुफ्तगू हो और जुस्तजू भी।

    13.
    अब तुम्हारे होने की ऐसी आदत हो गई है, तुम नहीं होती तो अधूरी सी हो जाती है जिंदगी।

    14.
    तुम याद करोगी तो बहुत कुछ बोलूंगा,
    खैर छोड़ो कल की बातें,
    अब तुम्हें बस ये इतला कर दूं,
    अब फिर से तुमसे उम्मीद करने लगे हैं…

    15.
    दिल ने जब-जब इस दुनिया को टटोला,
    कुछ उलझे रिश्ते और कुछ रूठे हुए प्यार ही पाए…

  • उगते सूरज से ढलते सूरज तक

    पहले पहर में उगते सूरज से तुम ज़िन्दगी में रोशनी लाई, फिर दूसरे पहर में ढलते सूरज सी डूब कर चली भी गई। अब इस लंबी रात में, चाँद के सहारे तुम्हारे इंतजार में ये जीवन बीत रहा है, डर तो इस बात का है, कि अगली सुबह कहीं ग्रहण न हो जाए।

    खैर, वह आँखें और तिल, मेरे नाम पर मुस्कुराते तुम्हारे होंठ, जुल्फों से खेलते हुए उन्हें बांधना तुम्हारा, रूठ के गुस्से में नाक फूलाना, अपने हाथों से मेरे कान पकड़ना। मेरे कंधे पर सिर रखकर तेरा सोना, और मेरा हाथ पकड़ना,

    इन्हें भूल गई हो तुम, जो कि काफी हैं फिलहाल मेरे जीने के लिए।

  • After the Festival

    You are my morning after the festival,
    I am untired and melancholic,
    Yearning for yesterday,
    Drooling over every dreamy moment,
    Sleepy yet trying hard,
    I want to but I don’t,
    Say what you have to say,
    I will be here next year today,
    You are one of the festivals now.

  • Next Day, Goodbye

    Next day, goodbye —
    no one will ask why
    the chair beside me waits in vain.
    Its tag will fade, its place reclaimed;
    and I’ll sit quiet, lost in thought,
    counting all the days we fought
    boredom, stress, the endless grind,
    with laughter stitched between the lines.

    I’ll miss the one who sat so near —
    a friend, a colleague, something dear.
    We spoke of nothing, spoke of all,
    in crowded halls, or empty calls.
    Anywhere, anytime, it seemed,
    conversation flowed like an easy dream.
    Now all I see, where joy once grew,
    is an empty chair, a different view.

    I’ll miss the one who walked with me
    when work felt tight, when breath ran thin.
    “All right, let’s walk,” was all I’d said,
    and heaviness stayed where it was, instead.
    Steps grew lighter, walls grew wide;
    stress fell silent by our side.

    I’ll miss the one I could confide in —
    the thoughts I never had to hide in.
    “Want something to drink?” — a simple cue,
    and there she was, that gentle smile too.
    Small escapes, so softly planned,
    a quiet bond that no one else could understand.

  • किसी रोज़ महफ़िल में

    किसी रोज़ महफ़िल में —
    जब माहौल भी होगा, समय भी, और साथ भी —
    तब सुनाएँगे, और बताएँगे, यह कहानी भी।

  • जहाँ हम कभी मिलते थे

    खो गया हूँ मैं कहीं इन वादियों में;
    ऐसा बता देना, दो-चार लोग पूछें तो —
    तुम, और तुम्हारे लिए ही बता रहा हूँ:
    मिलूँगा मैं वहीं, जहाँ हम कभी मिलते थे…

  • A Whisper on the Wind

    In twilight’s gentle glow, I wander near the edge,
    where whispers of the evening to the night do pledge.
    A path of shadows lengthens, drawing me away,
    into the heart of distance, where memories lay.

    The echoes of our laughter, like whispers in the breeze,
    will linger in the silence, entwined in twilight’s ease.
    The sky, a silent witness to the stories left behind,
    holds the hues of moments that in my heart unwind.

    Though words may fade to silence in the distance vast,
    the threads of our connection in my soul are cast.
    With every step that carries me beyond our shared embrace,
    know that I’ll miss the haven of our familiar place.

    The stars will speak in whispers, the moon in knowing sighs,
    of all the warmth and wonder that within your spirit lies.
    And though the road may take me where I can’t return,
    the glow of what we cherished in my heart will burn.

  • A World Without Memory

    I tried to imagine a world without memory. It is strange, and unsettling — but not impossible.

  • Special Is You

    Today, I woke up with you beside me. I didn’t notice anything unusual; I didn’t feel anything special. Then you reminded me — it’s the 12th of August, our sixth-month anniversary.

    Oh god, I forgot it.

    Then I thought: how, and why? And now I know why — because with you, my every day is so special that I don’t feel anything “special” today. Special is you, to me — not a date. Special is your smile, not just a reminder.

    You are so special that I want to do everything for you. I didn’t feel anything unusual, because you are so usual to me; it is unusual, to me, that I am with you at all. Often, when you sleep, I lie by your side and watch you — and trust me, every time, I think of just one thing: that I am so lucky to have you. You are so unusual that I am still not sure how I got you.

    Babu, I love you.

  • Happy New Year, My Love

    We are welcoming a new year, carrying so many beautiful memories of the last — and I am lucky enough to have one memory that will stay with me forever; and, as lovers say, till the end: you.

    Last year, on the same date, around the same time, I happened to be with my friends in Goa. While everyone was busy in drunken talk, I was looking at the waves on Baga beach. For a moment, I was filled with loneliness and solitude — but then your smile came across my thoughts, and I was calm, like the sea after the waves.

    The year 2015 gave me so much — so many memories — but the one I just told you will always be with me. We had many quarrels, and each one taught me one and only thing: that I can’t live without you. We made many important decisions of our life this year — telling each other’s parents, getting married, and being ready to do every small thing for it. I scared you many times with my anger, and I am hopefully looking to fix that in the coming year, for us.

    I am certainly not a very expressive person, but I will do everything for our small family — and for our extended family as well. I am not making any resolution this year, because I am very bad at keeping them; but I want to promise you one thing: I will put in every effort, for us. And I am looking forward to my most beautiful year, 2016 — because I am marrying you this year.

    I don’t express myself very often this way, but one of the many things you have improved in me, is this.

    Happy New Year, my love. I love you.

    I will embrace everything of yours — love or hate, care or anger, passion or quiet.
    I don’t love you only when you are loving, and caring, and sweet;
    I love you for everything:
    your angry face — I just want to tease you;
    your sad face — I just want to hug you;
    your tense face — well, you know.

    You are not something to me — you are everything.

    The farther I see you, the more I yearn for you;
    the closer I am with you, the more I fear losing you;
    an estranged desire to have you,
    and the little things I do to make you mine.
    The way I dream about you, the more I feel you;
    close or far, whatever you are,
    I imagine you mine, even more —
    and in the little things I do for love, I love you more.