Abhey Gupta

Tag: Silence

  • Fragments & Aphorisms

    1.
    My obvious is not very obvious for others, but obviously, I don’t give a shit about it.

    2.
    Anger is the exact moment when you realize that you actually can’t control situations, nothing but just unawareness.

    3.
    The pursuit of happiness is the root cause here.

    4.
    To seek is to find,
    To find is to trust,
    To trust is to believe,
    To believe is to hope.

    5.
    The hardest thing to do is to pretend.

    6.
    Endings are just beginnings in disguise.

    7.
    The quest for satisfaction.

    8.
    In between something and everything, to the everyday fight of making peace, and to seek the lost thyself, only to find nothing but memories…

    9.
    Paradox is hoping to see you every day, and then ignoring you like you are no one.

    10.
    I often feel that I have said something, just to find out later it was all in my head, and I was awfully quiet for a long time staring blankly into the other person’s eyes and waiting for their response.

    11.
    It’s not giving up, why choose to run if we can stand still for the moment?
    We are not dogs,
    We aren’t supposed to run behind everything, are we?

    12.
    I was up writing all night,
    I wrote everything off my head,
    When I looked down on the paper
    Only ‘YOU’ was written…

  • I Lie Every Time

    I lie every time I say ‘nothing’,
    I lie every time when I say I don’t care,
    I lie every time when I ask you to leave me alone,
    I lie every time when I say I don’t like your smile,
    I lie every time when I say I don’t miss you,
    Yes, I lie every time just like that…

  • The Battle Within

    It was not easy — the battle within,
    to wrestle with feelings; where should I begin?
    Not easy to hide, to shield from your view
    the thought that my silence might one day hurt you.

    Apologies linger, though the words feel so frail —
    no action, no phrase, can rewrite the tale.
    If only a moment, a click, could erase
    the shadows that linger, the paths we misplaced.

  • Next Day, Goodbye

    Next day, goodbye —
    no one will ask why
    the chair beside me waits in vain.
    Its tag will fade, its place reclaimed;
    and I’ll sit quiet, lost in thought,
    counting all the days we fought
    boredom, stress, the endless grind,
    with laughter stitched between the lines.

    I’ll miss the one who sat so near —
    a friend, a colleague, something dear.
    We spoke of nothing, spoke of all,
    in crowded halls, or empty calls.
    Anywhere, anytime, it seemed,
    conversation flowed like an easy dream.
    Now all I see, where joy once grew,
    is an empty chair, a different view.

    I’ll miss the one who walked with me
    when work felt tight, when breath ran thin.
    “All right, let’s walk,” was all I’d said,
    and heaviness stayed where it was, instead.
    Steps grew lighter, walls grew wide;
    stress fell silent by our side.

    I’ll miss the one I could confide in —
    the thoughts I never had to hide in.
    “Want something to drink?” — a simple cue,
    and there she was, that gentle smile too.
    Small escapes, so softly planned,
    a quiet bond that no one else could understand.

  • किसी रोज़ महफ़िल में

    किसी रोज़ महफ़िल में —
    जब माहौल भी होगा, समय भी, और साथ भी —
    तब सुनाएँगे, और बताएँगे, यह कहानी भी।

  • तुम ही हो…

    रात की बेचैनी, सुबह का सुकून हो;
    सर्दी की गर्मी, गर्मी की सर्दी हो।
    पहर-दोपहर, फिर ढलते सूरज का नूर हो;
    ख़याल-ओ-ख़्याली की कशिश हो।
    कुछ पाने की, कुछ खोने की तलब हो;
    हो तो जाने की, न हो तो आने की बेचैनी हो।
    तुम ही हो…

  • महफ़िल में तन्हा

    तेरे चेहरे को देख-देख,
    यूँ ही हँसते-हँसाते रहे,
    तुझे पता भी ना था,
    किसी किनारे हम भी बैठे थे।
    तेरे मेरे बीच के दरमियाँ से
    कहे भी तो क्या बेकार में,
    तुम पूछती तो कुछ कहते, लेकिन
    महफ़िल में तन्हा तो हम ही थे…

  • काश बता पाते

    काश बता पाते तुम्हें,
    इतना ही जता पाते,
    चाहते ना चाहते समझाते बुझाते,
    कितनी मोहब्बत करने लगे हैं।
    रोज़ एक नई उम्मीद सी उमड़ती हो,
    थोड़ा प्यार देती तो बगीचा ही बन जाते,
    पहले शब्द नहीं अक्स बतलाते,
    समझ जाती नहीं तो आंखों में दिखाते।
    एक दिन झुकी नजरों को देखोगी,
    सोचा था खुद ही समझ जाओगी,
    आजकल तुम्हें देखती भी नहीं,
    खैर छोड़ो, अब जान लो…
    कितनी मोहब्बत करने लगे हैं तुमसे…

  • Myself in Your Poem

    I feel joy, I feel high, I feel zeal —
    but I cannot find one word to express my feelings.
    It may seem a quiet moment,
    but surely it is full of love, and of happiness.
    I am here, reading it all over again —
    some words written for me.
    I don’t want to hide, but I don’t know how to express it;
    I am short of words to make my feeling pure.
    I may write a book — or maybe not even a word;
    but my eyes are looking for only one thing:
    myself, in your eyes — and now, in your poem.

  • जाने क्या बात है

    जाने क्या बात है, आज गुनगुना-सा मिज़ाज है;
    बता पाना तो चाहता हूँ, पर न जाने क्या बात है, जो रोके जा रही है फिर भी।

    कुछ तो है इस वक़्त के दरमियाँ —
    मेरी एक छोटी-सी और कहानी, लफ़्ज़ दो लफ़्ज़ की एक और जवानी।

    जाने क्या बात है, विरत-सा मन आज है;
    चंद लम्हे ही तो थे, न जाने मन क्यों उदास है।

    रुख़ से, रुक-रुक के आते तो हैं,
    पर ज़ुबान समझ नहीं पाती, क्या बात है।

    एक और किस्सा-सा लगने लगी है अब मुझे मेरी ज़िन्दगी;
    जाने क्या बात है — याद भी है, साथ भी;
    न कोई रूठा है, न जुदा;
    बस, वक़्त के साथ दिल से एक ख़ुशी नहीं,
    और आस-पास सब बेकार-सा है — न जाने ऐसी क्या बात है…