Abhey Gupta

Tag: Silence

  • She

    She speaks little, but her eyes hold a whole sea of the world;
    she holds me seldom, yet her heart is always full of the lover;
    though she knows me little, she loves me for all that I am —
    but she does not know: I will be everything she ever desired.

  • Day with Self

    Before the moon dwells, before the sun rises,
    I watch the shore after night;
    glimmering in the shadow of light,
    wherever my eyes rush — to you.

    And I keep on talking to you, until
    you wake up in the light of the sun;
    and I find you everywhere,
    but I am never going to stop it,
    till I am in your arms, and out of the existence-race.

    And the raindrops keep on falling on my head…
    and I am lost in you — my mother, nature.

  • Height of Evening

    Silence all around,
    when the birds aren’t chirping aloud;
    I come by, then, at the time
    when you reach the height of evening.

    Utter a sincere lie,
    and lay yourself down in the town,
    where there is no one around,
    and darkness reaches the height of evening.

    You come, surrendering to the soul,
    gripped by a differential thought;
    you whisper a name, but no one knows —
    in the silence of the evening, and its height…

  • The City

    The city sleeps with light,
    with a blanket of dreams and night;
    at the edge of shore and success,
    the night shines more than the day…

    The city runs on the metro track,
    and people upon one another;
    to dwell, and to do well, it fills everyone —
    and whispers its loneliness, on a wonderful night.

  • The Story

    Sunk under the weight of my own,
    I surrender my peace to welcome her;
    though the sky, not so distant, is burning,
    the finite is not so serene…

    Plain roads are a symbolic game:
    the closer it seems, the farther its way;
    up above, yet so dispersed within its own,
    covering an inch of the sky’s stone…

    Noisy, yet entertaining now,
    it feels like riding hell with your own;
    a hidden glory beneath the flying cloud —
    how it matters, leaving its comfort shell…

    In the full night of the dark lorry,
    the Lord walked to the fire and spelled a charm;
    and I showed my heart to you — and it was gone:
    the feelings of it, now, are what they call love and hate.

  • Day and Night

    The moment of my dream, I seek today…
    the one I remember with your love…
    the one that lasts in your remembrance.
    I feel your touch in every pain I cry at night…
    I look for you in my shadow, in the dark…
    and I know you are with me, still.

    Though safe in my heart, you are not in my mind;
    though forever in my thoughts, you are not before my eyes…
    I wish there were a destination for this sorrow I adore each day,
    in this parted life of yours and mine…
    Just your memory stays with me, day and night.

  • The Carnival of Life

    Some are bleeding their way, raining in a crust of hate;
    a few are loving this world of desires, trying hard to touch every sky.
    Yet through the beauty of lies and the words of worldly desire —
    you’ll pass, you’ll fail, you’ll cry, you’ll rejoice,
    but it brings only silence, at the end of this carnival.

  • 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.

  • Eyes of Sea

    As she walks to this side,
    trembling my heart with the feel of her deep, sea-like eyes,
    I wonder what I am leading toward next —
    but I just know: my mind will not leave you now.

  • A Day Is Lost

    Passing away with the dusk, wondering a while about the day;
    I hope to see the dawn again —
    but after the darkness, a day is lost.