Endless.

Endless.

Pain.

Sorrow.

People grieving.

Discrimination.

Hatred.

But, let me tell you,

What else is endless.

Love.

Happiness.

People looking out for each other.

Brotherhood.

Humanity.

What you do defines you as a person.

So, what would you choose?

For whatever the choice might be,

the fact will remain, constant.

// It will be, endless //

-Abhishek Gupta

Cocoon.

You’ve been gone.

It now feels like it’s been forever.

I know, you’re not coming back,

and this forever is going to end, never.
Life doesn’t stop, for anyone, now I know.

Time doesn’t stop, for anyone, now I know.

Lived my whole life in a cocoon, trying to be safe,

but, now, I need to step out, to see this world.

I thought you were my world, little did I know,

how wrong was I, for the real world awaits outside.

But this feeling of emptiness can never be filled,

It’s going to take me a while to accept this.
You’ve been gone.

It now feels like it’s been forever.

I know, you’re not coming back,

and, this, forever is going to end, never.
-Abhishek Gupta

Yato dharma, Tato jaya.

Mai ache karam karne 

walo ki maan karta hoon,

Jo sach ke path pe chale, 

unka gungaan karta hoon.

Mazhab ko dharam samajne ki bhool karne walo,

Pehle dharam ka asli matlab toh jaan lo.
Insaaniyat ka matlab bhi bhul chuke ho tum?

Band karo ye mazhab ke naam pe pakshpaat,
Aj insaaniyat ke naam pe mai 

tumse ye ardaas karta hoon.
-Abhishek Gupta

You brave, brave mother.

A letter to the brave mother of that martyr,

Who died today, for this country,

protecting it, protecting us, sacrificing himself.
You brave, brave mother.

Your courageous son,

fought till his last breath.

He did not die in vain.

He fought, for us, protected us.

This whole nation feels your pain.

Politicians are doing politics, and,

some people are using your son’s death,

to seek attention, amidst all this tension.

This is so disturbing, to see,

fellow countrymen doing things like this.

Ashamed, I am, ashamed, they should be, too,

for doing politics over your son’s death.

Another life is lost, another family is devastated.

All I am asking to my fellow countrymen

is to show some respect, to my brother,

your brother, our brother, who died there,

protecting us.
I apologize to you, on behalf of this whole nation,

that your son’s​ sacrifice was disrespected.

I apologize to you, for I feel the pain,

the pain you are going through right now.
I salute you, mother of that martyr.

– You brave, brave mother.
-Abhishek Gupta

Words.

Words might be invisible, not you.

I see you. I see you fighting.

For your people. For our people.

I see no words here,

For words cannot evaluate your pain.

You’re​ fighting, for peace, using words.

My friend, your efforts will not go in vain.
– Your words will not go in vain.

-Abhishek Gupta.

Hope.

There’s always someone out there,

who loves you, standing among 

all those who envy you.

There’s always someone out there 

who is there to support you, 

for they care about you, truly.

All you need to do is, find them.

Not easily found, but when found,

you can cherish them forever.
There’s always​ a ray of hope,

beyond that eerie darkness.

All you need to do is, trust yourself,

trust yourself that you can 

make it to the end.

All you need to do is 

hold on to that thought, 

that you’re going to walk past 

this darkness and you will

reach and get that ray of hope,

not because you want it, but 

because you deserve it.
Believing in yourself is the most

essential thing, and this is a lesson,

which is not taught in any institution. 

You need to learn this lesson of life,

on your own. Thrive, my friend thrive. 
-Abhishek Gupta

Steps to build your human.

A melophile.

A selenophile.

A caring human,

Who has the guts

to stand against the evil.

Who’s not drenched 

in ego and pride.

Who likes to live like a saint,

but when the time comes,

can fight like a samurai.

I’d also give my human, 

the traits of the shrike.
This is how I’m going to build my human,

This is what he/she is going to be like.
-Abhishek Gupta

Rain.

Rain, my old friend,

you have always been a close confidante​,

since the beginning.

Whenever I needed to veil my teary eyes,

you were there, to back me up.

Falling from the sky, leaving the clouds,

coming down, just to meet me,

to console me, tell me, that,

I can weep in front you, for you’re a friend.

I remember, one day when I couldn’t hold it back,

I gave up on everything and I wailed,

You, too, cried with me, and that day, it hailed.

The weather became dismal,

You told the world how lonesome I felt,

but no one listened, no one cared.

Rain, my old friend, I’m calling out for you, again.

Where have you gone? I need you here with me.

Melancholia has again clouded my life,

I’m, again, drowning in the river of sorrow and pain.

Rain, my old friend, I’m calling out for you, again.

-Abhishek Gupta

Proud.

You grew up too early, kid.
Things never were easy for you, I know.
You were left alone, you were just a kid.
A kid afraid of this humongous world,
but you couldn’t show.

You couldn’t make friends,
You lived in a world of your own.
You cried alone, you didn’t go out much,
No one was there to console you, help you,
You did that, too, on your own.

Things were not easy for you,
But you understood everything,
Never complained to mom and dad,
Why did they go away to work,
Leaving you all alone.
For you understood,
they did that, for you.

You faced all the problems,
Which a kid wasn’t supposed
to handle on his own, but you did.
You did and you overcame those barriers,
and you excelled at whatever you did.

It’s me, your future self.
I’m writing this letter,
on behalf of your family
and me, to tell you,

” You brave, brave little boy,
We’re so proud of you. ”

-Abhishek Gupta

Why do you write?


Often, I am being asked,

“Why do you write?”

Some appreciate, some criticise.

Does, not reading celebrated novels,

makes you uncool and unwise?
Why do I write?

So that I can vent it all out,

what I have in my mind,

for it’s much better to write, 

rather than telling it to others, 

what you feel, you think,

On a paper, plain white.

My poems, reflects what I feel.

The words I write tells you about 

the world I live in, about the world that I see.

Here, while writing, I am independent, 

I’m not bound to anyone, I feel I am free,

and most importantly, my poems,

They, unlike humans, won’t judge me.
-Abhishek Gupta.