Abhey Gupta

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memories

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • Being a Time

    For a while, being a time,
    I try remembering myself —
    my will, my words,
    my pain, and a world of happiness and sorrow;
    and, for a time, being myself.

  • Wish I…

    I just wish, sometimes —
    wish I could only hope,
    wish I could only believe,
    wish I could only see thee,
    wish I could only love,
    wish I could only help,
    wish I could only walk,
    holding one familiar hand of my life: my childhood.

    Wish — when I wished for everything, and I had it;
    wish to be back when time was innocent;
    wish when the sky was an endless beauty;
    wish when the moon was my friend;
    wish when I had nothing, but my peace;
    wish when I had the courage to dream;
    wish when broken houses were only card games;
    wish — I could wish, now.

  • Somewhere I Belong

    I am leaving behind memoirs at every step;
    some are known, and loved,
    some are helpless, like feathers of cloud,
    and bewildered, like my dreams at night,
    and lonely, like my day without you.
    But I am stepping forward, every day —
    lost, and left behind, but stepping, to where I belong…

  • Gazing Life

    I recall my life, and reckon it through its flakes;
    I have come so far, in an exile of time and its frame.
    Not the plain I have come through,
    not a bed of roses I have laid upon;
    not the shelter and comfort of the beheld and safe,
    not fearless of loss, or of weakening dreams,
    not loved and cared for, all the way — but
    I find a tranquillity when I look back at time.

    I step forward, and watch myself run afar,
    to reach the end I always admire;
    but the trees left behind, the shadow of them —
    be they lovers or friends, I hold them still.
    And in the nostalgia of time, I whisper my lonely words:
    “Wish you were here, to complete this journey.”

  • Lost Night

    A glimpsed day, and its thoughts;
    dreams, and the far reality of life;
    someone to know, and to love,
    someone to call, and to cry to,
    and one to call your own.

    Sheared eyes, and time,
    seeking for the one that’s lost;
    to the past, to the future —
    something to remember, and to forget,
    something to hold, and to let go,
    and one to keep safe, inside…

  • Lasting Memory

    I used to glance slyly, from beneath my drawing book,
    at those deep, lost eyes that lured me, and my smile;
    though they faded often, and were lost, seldom found —
    how I would come early, to the rise, just to see that angel of “deep, dark eyes”…

  • Sleep

    In the arms of the night,
    in the shadow of darkness,
    in the wilderness of a new day,
    in the weakness of a lost one;
    in the grip of memories,
    in the vision of dreams —
    unstoppable, irresistible,
    I sleep alone, with my love.

  • My Heart and Life

    Holding her arms, and a loving heart,
    a widespread time of love and era;
    springs of joy, and caresses,
    holding every second I breathe,
    with you, and with mine.

    I climb a new wall and shine,
    underneath my old time;
    I forget not the clinging of the past,
    but I remember the beauty of yours.

    I hold her lips, and press mine,
    with the greatness of a lost dime;
    some may come between us,
    but I forget not a single smile.

    I hold you deep inside me,
    living you in every life I mean;
    you come and go, but forever —
    in my heart, and my life…