Abhey Gupta

Tag: memories

memories

  • The Last Time

    I held my breath,
    and moved nervously toward her;
    I held her hand,
    and whispered my love.
    Far from all the situations,
    I offered her everything…

    I held her in my arms,
    and pressed her lips to mine;
    I moved closer to her,
    and promised a great time ahead…
    Although I stood there long,
    I am still standing there.

    So many nights passed by,
    and I wondered every day;
    but she never looked back,
    and I told myself, “the time wasn’t right”…
    Yet I closed my eyes,
    and dreamed of her again.

    It hurts, knowing the reality is far away,
    and I don’t like it anymore;
    but I glanced back through that time,
    and asked her to be mine again.
    She didn’t understand — just like the last time —
    and I offered her one final goodbye.

  • Adieu

    Pluck her not like a flower,
    though she is the most beautiful of all…
    Care for her like a child,
    for she carries the one within her heart…

    Ever look beyond her smile —
    she holds a whole spring of happiness…
    She has everything, and yet
    she deserves more than a shadow of you…

    And one morning, we cheer;
    but she is in everything, and shines…
    Far beyond the horizon of imagination,
    she is the one — with everything in her eyes…

    And travelling every day through her memories,
    I wonder: is she the journey, or the destination?
    But should I ever find the most beautiful place,
    it would be no better than her heart…

    The longer you stay with her, in joy,
    the more beautiful the memories she makes — forever.
    Her eyes may seem lost and alone at times,
    but she is more beautiful than ever…

  • 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.

  • 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।

  • 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.

  • ज़िन्दगी की यह छाया

    ज़िन्दगी की कुछ शामें जगमगातीं,
    और कुछ सुबहें लड़खड़ातीं;
    इस ज़िन्दगी के कुछ साथी,
    और कुछ की बस याद, कुछ साथ ही।

    कहीं दूर बैठे सोचते, और हम हँसते;
    कभी रोती, तो कभी हमें मनाती;
    फिर कुछ वक़्त हँसती रहती —
    एक छोटी-सी ज़िन्दगी।

    कभी कुछ खोते, कभी कुछ पाते,
    समझ से कहीं दूर है यह ज़िन्दगी;
    जब कभी कोशिश करते,
    इतने में चल पड़ती है ज़िन्दगी की यह सवारी।

    कभी पतझड़-सी काया,
    और कभी सुन्दर-सी काया…

  • 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.

  • Ms. Unknown

    Like a monsoon in July’s summer,
    I am drenched, feeling it all over me;
    like a moonlit night at the end of a beautiful day,
    I watch it come, and go back to the lost forever.

    But like the short-yet-forever memory of a butterfly,
    I am keeping her safe, here in my heart…