Abhey Gupta

Tag: Silence

  • All Again Alone

    Ashes from a past of fire —
    some through my eyes, some upon old wounds.
    Unknown fragments of who I was,
    perhaps reborn somewhere,
    have begun to dominate my present.
    I justify myself — but am I really immune?

    Ciphers and deep secrets speak,
    and I am lost somewhere within them.
    It was never friendly to me —
    all this taking and throwing away,
    crossing the river, left undone at last,
    trying every effort to subdue my deeds,
    to dub over that lost ray of what came before.
    But I have shaken it off — all of it — again, alone.

  • Forgive Me

    I was wrong, and somewhere, so were you…
    Things were never as bad as they seemed.
    A few uttered words of my soul,
    and a few of hers, dissolved it all—
    the unnamed thing we had between us.

    Hope is all I can do, and all I have now.
    Things will be the same again someday;
    I’ll hold the same dreams in my eyes
    and taste those tears of joy once more.
    I’ll hear those words one day—
    but silence is all I assume for now.

    I’ve heard it often: time heals all wounds.
    But feeling—can it ever be surpassed?
    This is the one thing I know, after all of this:
    some things will never bend to your will.

    So I let go of all my complaining—
    forgive me, because I was wrong.

  • Even With You Here

    Even with you here at night,
    I’m lost in the depths of darkness.

    No light to be seen—only the curse of pain,
    as sorrow weaves its web of solitude.

    Ecstasy rides the fresh-rain breeze,
    yet far away a tunnel of nostalgia beckons.
    My soul is snared by the monster of loneliness.

    The sun rises, banishing the night,
    yet my soul stays shrouded in confusion.

    I wish to wander through the night,
    where no one would ever know
    that I cry for you in silence.

  • Sand of Past Memories

    Sand of past memories,
    flowing through the desert of emotion,
    the faces of truth and lies—
    silence speaks of everything;

    the meaning of love is nothing to understand…
    What does it matter if someone is nothing?
    A question of life, still to be answered…

    Still waiting—you left; they left.
    Everything fell apart inside my mind.

    Still, I wear a false smile on my face,
    with a thousand other faces of life,
    to answer my own soul—
    still waiting for answers…

  • The Arrival of Your Absence

    Fine were my days and nights
    until the day you weren’t there.
    I couldn’t answer my own soul—
    how could I ever answer you?

    Fine were my days and nights
    till you found the courage to see me again.
    You are not my love; you only disguise her.

    The rain, the wind, the soothing smell of soil,
    the smoke slowly lifting—
    you came back, confusing me more than before.

    Hard to answer, hard to understand
    how you could have done that.

    Fine were my days and nights;
    when you were not there, I was my own.

  • How I Found You (and Lost You)

    I came, hoping to knock on your door,
    To breathe in the faint trace of your presence.
    Exhausted, lost in thought,
    I sat—sinking slowly into sorrow.

    I searched for something, anything…
    Yearning for fragments of my broken dreams.
    Was there truly nothing left to hold on to?
    That’s when I saw how foolish I’d been.

    I felt like I was lying to myself again—
    Pretending I no longer loved you.
    But your picture, once more, made me weak.
    And deep inside I wanted to scream,
    To cry out loud:
    I still love you. So much.

    But fate, as always, had other plans.
    I closed my eyes, whispering a prayer to see you.
    Yet your absence answered back—
    Telling me to walk away again.

    So I sat there, alone,
    Swallowing my tears and my silence,
    Staring at the fading outline of your face.
    Sad but true—
    that’s how I found you,
    and lost you.