Abhey Gupta

Tag: memories

memories

  • My Lost Friend

    So unstoppable are my dreams,
    I cannot find the words to explain;
    still I am trying hard to find
    why you are so sweet — my lost friend.

    Like certain, lingering moments,
    I am waiting for her;
    as if I know what I am leading to —
    I know her name, still, my lost friend.

    Special, I feel — and so I am;
    not hard to find, yet so precious to hold.
    The smile she places on my face
    always makes me think of my lost friend.

    Like a heaven, I am in it —
    distant apart, yet the senses reach;
    when beauty lies more within than without,
    I get only one answer: my lost friend.

    People may seem so estranged,
    but you make me believe in you;
    a voice so sweet, playing in my head —
    just another track of my lost friend.

    I am sitting here, thinking of thee,
    wondering what I would be without you;
    but soon your face recalls the words —
    “I am here with you,” my lost friend.

  • When I Was

    When I was falling from the sky,
    I thought only of thee;
    maybe I would not have lived,
    but the memories always will…

    When I was asked to let go,
    I did not draw a single breath;
    maybe I would have taken it back,
    but the love stays always with me…

    When I was carried to the sea,
    I surrendered myself to thee;
    maybe I would have flowed away,
    but your touch sailed me home…

    When I was speechless,
    I searched for the words to flow;
    maybe they would have cast me out,
    but the lips of thee helped me…

    When I was meant to hate,
    I looked for the reason to love;
    maybe I would have accused,
    but the truth, as always, is tender…

    When I was in the storm,
    I lived every moment for thee;
    maybe I would have to go,
    forever — but I always do as I do.

  • Face

    I see so much in a still face —
    sometimes lost, sometimes struggling for a way;
    they hold a secret sadness, every face,
    and seem, especially, to be looking for a way to cry.

    I feel it when I see a downcast face:
    it is losing its joy with every hurt,
    painting over a memory of every phase,
    hiding itself behind every fake.

    I speak to every downcast face —
    not with words, but with a glance.
    I hesitate to face that estate,
    because I lack the ease to move at that free pace.

    But I am in love with one face —
    unknown to me, yet a dream, I say;
    struggling to find it, in any case,
    and leaving it a choice to make my fate.

  • All Again Alone

    Ashes from a past of fire —
    some through my eyes, some upon old wounds.
    Unknown fragments of who I was,
    perhaps reborn somewhere,
    have begun to dominate my present.
    I justify myself — but am I really immune?

    Ciphers and deep secrets speak,
    and I am lost somewhere within them.
    It was never friendly to me —
    all this taking and throwing away,
    crossing the river, left undone at last,
    trying every effort to subdue my deeds,
    to dub over that lost ray of what came before.
    But I have shaken it off — all of it — again, alone.

  • Sand of Past Memories

    Sand of past memories,
    flowing through the desert of emotion,
    the faces of truth and lies—
    silence speaks of everything;

    the meaning of love is nothing to understand…
    What does it matter if someone is nothing?
    A question of life, still to be answered…

    Still waiting—you left; they left.
    Everything fell apart inside my mind.

    Still, I wear a false smile on my face,
    with a thousand other faces of life,
    to answer my own soul—
    still waiting for answers…

  • How I Found You (and Lost You)

    I came, hoping to knock on your door,
    To breathe in the faint trace of your presence.
    Exhausted, lost in thought,
    I sat—sinking slowly into sorrow.

    I searched for something, anything…
    Yearning for fragments of my broken dreams.
    Was there truly nothing left to hold on to?
    That’s when I saw how foolish I’d been.

    I felt like I was lying to myself again—
    Pretending I no longer loved you.
    But your picture, once more, made me weak.
    And deep inside I wanted to scream,
    To cry out loud:
    I still love you. So much.

    But fate, as always, had other plans.
    I closed my eyes, whispering a prayer to see you.
    Yet your absence answered back—
    Telling me to walk away again.

    So I sat there, alone,
    Swallowing my tears and my silence,
    Staring at the fading outline of your face.
    Sad but true—
    that’s how I found you,
    and lost you.