Abhey Gupta

Tag: Self

  • The Deep Well

    I watch, still, but everything else is moving fast;
    I turn my head, and the world is lightning, painted red. I push into the deep well, though I know its depth;
    I wonder what time is, and what the height of success is —
    and I witness the fliers of the skies.

  • No Tomorrow

    No expectations —
    I am simply drowning myself in something known or unknown;
    no complaints —
    I am ruining, or running, just my own way. No dreams on hold;
    I am living, or living for them, every day. I say there is no tomorrow, for there is no part of me apart —
    I love this life like this, too varied to live, and to pass through here.

  • Herald of a New Life

    I am not stepping aside;
    I am the end of sorrow and the beginning of a new world. From hope to higher hope I aspire —
    the world is not the same each day;
    it varies, but never disguises. I am the herald of a new life, and the memory of one time.

  • The Key to What I Am

    I am the sea of thoughts, the dusk of the herd;
    I am a message of love, a traveler of the world. To someone I am a single word, to another I am everything —
    but still I am looking for the key to what I am.

  • The Limit Is the Endless Sky

    Let me fly, and swing along the line;
    hold me tight, or I’ll say goodbye. Catch me slyly, or I am the master of the sky;
    give me hope, and let the air carry me —
    I know my heights, but the limit is the endless sky.

  • The Girl

    She has the most charming smile in my life,
    and how, with her eyes, she rules my heart;
    without uttering a single word, she owns my everything —
    she is the girl I love most in the world.

    She is no magician, and no player,
    and she doesn’t even know the world of hate;
    how a single touch of hers is enough to complete me —
    she is the girl I have always desired.

    She holds me in her caress and warmth,
    and calls me mad in her charm;
    but I know what she feels for me,
    and how, every second, she misses me —
    she is the only girl I hold in my heart.

    With just one kiss, she can lift me into heaven,
    and with one smile, out of sadness;
    she knows it all, yet loves to hear it from me again —
    she is the girl I never want to lose in my life.

  • Crowd Has Many Faces

    I am someone’s lover,
    and bereft of another;
    I am a teller of truth,
    and an edge of sham.

    I am a crowd of people,
    yet aware of none;
    I am a dream to people,
    and a nightmare to the lonely.

    I am a hunger and a sorrow,
    starving for my desires;
    I am a hope and an agony,
    and the pretender of life.

    I am the part of a few mornings,
    but in lieu of some mourning;
    I renounce the grimaces —
    yet still, the crowd has many faces.

  • I’m Falling Again

    I walked past my barriers and flew,
    moving through the world I always desired;
    slowly it is drawing close to reality,
    and I am falling in love with life again.

    I poured myself deep into a dream,
    drank down all the hate, and was left with peace;
    this time it is not the same old faith —
    and I am falling in love with life again.

    No longer measuring my needs and pride,
    wondering what it all would have been before,
    fiery-eyed, and waiting for thee —
    and I am falling in love with life again.

    There is still a way to go, a shore to reach;
    loving every second, I live a little more.
    I come around alone, but not the same —
    and I am falling in love with life again.

  • Silence

    When peace takes hold of me,
    far from anything I desire,
    alone, at my very best —
    I hear the words of silence.

    I ask: is this it?
    My soul echoes back: live it.
    Sitting in the corner, unfelt,
    I feel the power of silence.

    I lay my speech bare,
    with a tender flinch;
    but something empowered me,
    and I found it in a crowd of silence.

    I am lowered by the feelings,
    and settle back into the voyage;
    but a charisma is meant to happen —
    and I am travelling through peace, in silence.

  • He Breaks Me

    So blindly we move to act,
    and so did I —
    chasing a fleeting comfort,
    slipping, somehow, into the dark.

    It preys upon my ruin,
    leaving wounds that never close;
    I scream, I cry, I beg for help,
    but it tears me down, again and again.

    I run from him, undone,
    a crowd gathers to watch — never to help —
    and he breaks me, again and again.

    And it is never only once:
    I live it every single day —
    that face, watching me, merciless,
    while I, helpless as ever, go numb and weep.

    Facing him, again and again,
    he laughs at every tear;
    the more I break, the more he revels,
    as he draws the very life out of me.

    He plays it out; I go numb just hearing it.
    He fills my veins with his poison,
    and now I lean on him to save me —
    the one who ruins me… will he ever help?

    So strange this world is,
    so artificial, all of them;
    some have hidden from their own sanity —
    cowards, every one.
    And I…