Abhey Gupta

Tag: Nature

  • Mystery of Her

    Oh thou, the love — tell her this:
    I have always loved her, and I always will.

    Oh thou, the queen of heart — show her mine;
    how helpless I was when I missed her, and I always will.

    Oh thou, the lover’s dream — let her dream;
    I always wanted her happy, and I always will.

    Oh thou, the night’s shine — let her shine;
    she always smiled into my life, and always will.

    Oh thou, the cloud’s traveller — let her wander
    through my thoughts, and see how much I love her, and I always will.

    Oh thou, the moon — go, and perceive her;
    how lonely I am without her, and I always will…

    Just like you.

  • The Sky and the Horizon

    Up above the bluish sky,
    a streaming river holds a key of joy;
    one star, a thousand stars — all so bright,
    putting a smile on every face, all the time.

    Small but endless stories of life,
    there are millions of others in the sketch;
    yet everyone with their own sky,
    filled with the rewards of time, and pearls of memory shining like stars.

    It holds a secret of love,
    underneath the cover of a single colour,
    pinning everyone with the hope of success,
    with the grounded brightness of its sky.

  • 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.

  • Way to Home

    Waking in the arms of your creator,
    and breathing free air all the way;
    lost in the nothingness of the bluish, infinite sky,
    wondering at countless stars on a lonely night;

    gazing at the moon to spot an alien ship someday,
    trying random spells, hoping to work magic with them one day —
    these are memoirs for forever;
    and nothing else ever gives such satisfaction.

  • 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…

  • Rise and Fall

    Thou — the rise meant for the fall,
    I feel the horizon beneath all that passes by;
    darkness in the shallows of shine,
    yet I wonder, holding an answer of time.

  • Time Warp

    Thee — the endless times,
    and the weave of beads through time;
    scarlet in the virgin sky,
    and the stars shooting high above —
    though it is the breeding trap.

  • Mesmerising

    He is lost again, in the world of love,
    sailing a long way — but with the one he loves;
    and every time he looks into her eyes,
    all he sees is an endless ocean of time.

    She stretches her arms around him every time he cries;
    though he pauses to dip into his thoughts,
    nevertheless, he tries —
    like a man mid-sea, with nowhere to go,
    all he needs is her love, every time.

    He sailed his boat to part,
    but fate is something no one can deny;
    it all meets at the point of love, every time.
    Sacred, and beloved — a lover, not just another;
    he longs to be a part of the story —
    the lovers, and the happy ending.

  • My Thoughts

    Far, but not farther;
    near, but no nearer than my thoughts.
    Every lonely night, I wonder at the wandering moon —
    but the question is: where are you, my soul?

    At times, I too fear the distance,
    broader than any other memory;
    harder it is to feel, like any rock —
    yet everything is like a flowing river.

    A pebble, and a trembling heart,
    both adrift in a spring of flowing tears,
    from end to end — but this journey will never last.

    I am travelling all night for your return,
    like the moon that falls only to rise above the horizon,
    wrapped all around in clouds of love —
    but life is not a question of mine alone.

  • When I Wonder

    I am slowly stepping into your shadow in the moonlight,
    and the wind is blowing wild tonight;
    I am alone, searching for you in every thought,
    wondering what it would be like if you were here.

    I wish to hold your arms
    and kiss you till the last ray of moonlight;
    I pause every moment just for you,
    wondering — how would it be, if life got this real?

    I stare back at the moon, again and again,
    just to catch a glance of your eyes;
    they pierce through my every thought a while,
    and make me wonder how deep I am lost in them.

    I look around for you, but you are everywhere —
    in my breath, in my soul, in my eyes;
    and I close my eyes and wonder
    how I wake up in your arms every time.