Abhey Gupta

Tag: Self

  • Thou

    Here you are, in my heart —
    but not in my life…
    Surely you live in my dreams,
    but not in my life.
    You give me love,
    but not the one I desire.
    You know what is mine,
    but not the one I know.
    You owe me nothing —
    but I owe you my life…

  • The First Day

    Glancing out the window one night, I see
    hundreds of wanderers — of mine, and of yours;
    all are a part of this night, and apart from the daylight.
    When all are forks of my one, or many, desires —
    what shall I understand from the faces of time?

  • रंगमंच

    ज़िन्दगी है एक रंगमंच,
    जिसने जो बोला, वो सच का साया;
    जिसने जो देखा, वही उसने सोचा।
    कुछ वक़्त का नाटक,
    और फिर सब कुछ ग़ायब।

    यहाँ है हर रोज़ एक तमाशा,
    लेकिन सच को भला किसने समझा?
    क्योंकि ज़िन्दगी तो है, बस, रंगमंच का एक साया…

  • दौड़

    यह दौड़ है कैसी,
    जिसमें रोज़ है हार-जीत;
    रोज़ कोई डरता है इस दौड़ से,
    और फिर अपने ही कल में खो जाता है।

    बेबसी से चलता आज का कल,
    और पल-पल खोता अपना जीवन;
    समझ से सब दूर जैसे —
    लेकिन अक्सर, यह सोच, दिल रोता है…

  • The Bird’s Tail

    Swiftly, she is flying through these dreams of mine;
    and every time I look — just look — into her eyes, I find my own.
    I hide myself from her world,
    but how could I ever do that, with this heart of mine?

  • 25th May 2012

    1:10 a.m., 25th May 2012.

    I am still struggling with my mind and its thoughts, wondering what happened last night. Is my wildest fear — that she now knows of my madness for her — finally coming true? Or has it already happened, and in my ignorance I simply couldn’t see it?

    The solution isn’t complicated; it could even be the simplest thing — just letting her know. But the mismatch of mind and heart, of fire and water, of past and present, keeps competing inside me — and, I think, inside her too. What can I do at this particular moment?

    So, as before — but with new evidence, and new feelings — I write, again and again, to map out my thoughts: my cloud of worry, my pursuit of happiness, poured into my poems and my blog. And I hope that one day she’ll read it.

    Near midnight, she says goodnight to me, and I wonder if it is the morning of her dreams. She holds my breath with her voice, and unsettles me with the familiar mischief of her charm — and I wonder if this is just the beginning of her love.

    She blinds me with her eyes, and I am lost in the endless depth of it; I wonder if it is only a part of her world.

    But sooner or later, I wake from the dream. I find the reality exactly the same — except that, this time, she is not by my side.

  • 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…

  • Shore of Night

    Stop by the sea of rush,
    and listen to the crying at the shore;
    you’ll find a hundred of yourself there —
    but not one of them with another.

  • With Desire

    Another day, and another night;
    and with the run of life,
    I wonder which is the more real face —
    the world of hired aspiration,
    or the world of endless desire?

  • Night of a Day

    Wherever this night may take me tonight,
    I will throw my arms open, alive;
    wherever I may roam in search of love,
    I will learn my way back to hope, every time.