Monthly Archives: August 2017

O Captain! My Captain!

O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!O the bleeding drops of red,Where on the deck my Captain lies,Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here captain! dear father!This arm beneath your head;It is some dream that on the deck,You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!But I, with mournful tread,Walk the deck my captain lies,Fallen cold and dead.

-Walt Whitman.

A broken lover.

You should’ve seen your face.

When you smiled, looking at the sunset.
The fact is, you couldn’t, but I did.
I saw you and your gleaming eyes,
Your hair, waving around with the wind,
Your smile, it was so mesmerising.
The sun was setting, but in my heart,
It was actually rising.
Then you turned around, looking at me,
You asked, why was I smiling?
Was it because of the beautiful sunset?
But, I couldn’t answer you that time,
So I just kept smiling, looking at you.
I still, cannot answer,
if you’ll ever ask me this question,
And it’ll always remain burried in my heart,
That I was smiling because,
That one glance of your smile,
Filled my heart with Euphoria,
All I could see, was your smile,
But you were waiting for someone else,
For, not I, but he, was your sunshine,
And all I could’ve done was
To keep my feelings, my pain,
my love for you, to myself,
For, I knew, you could never, ever, be mine.
For I knew, I’d never ever be your sunshine.

– A broken lover.

– Abhishek Gupta.

Guide.

Let that pain
be your guide
for tomorrow.
Today,
you bear it.
Tomorrow,
With pride,
you wear it.
– Stay strong.
– Abhishek Gupta.

Home.

I read somewhere.

“Sometimes home
can be another person.”

Never, ever, make this
mistake of considering
someone as your home.
You’re not supposed to
look for home in humans.

You want to feel homeless,
If they ever leave you?

If not, then stop.

– It’ll break you down.

– Abhishek Gupta.

Anonymity.

This anonymity,
hidden, it cannot be kept, for long.
Duality is what
defines humanity.
That face you have there.
It’s a mask. Inside, there’s someone.
Who you don’t show, to anyone.
To anyone, but yourself.
You hide it, from the world.
For it might lead your happy life,
Towards its swan song.
My friend, this anonymity,
hidden, it cannot be kept, for long.
– Who are you?
– Abhishek Gupta.

Rakshabandhan.

A bond so strong,
It can never be shaken.
Our love and trust, for each other,
Away, it can never be taken.
Always looking after me,
Even when you’re not around.
Always cheering me up,
When I do something new,
No matter if I’m good or bad at it.
You’re always there for me, my guide.
And your head is always held high,
Held high with pride.
– Sister.
– Abhishek Gupta.

Healer.

I help others, to heal.
I help, for I know how it feels.
i try to spread positivity.
for it’s the only way,
it’s the key.
I help others to heal,
but who would heal me?
– a broken person.
– Abhishek Gupta.

Perspective.

Everyone has their own demons.
Everyone has their own past,
For me, mine is the worst, the most painful.
For others, theirs is the worst.
It’s just a matter of perspective.
– Don’t judge a book by its cover.
– Abhishek Gupta.

He.

He’s not the one,
Who broke your heart.
He’s not the one,
’cause of whom,
Your life fell apart.
He’s different, unlike others.
He’s not like him, he’s not your past.
Don’t you compare him, don’t you dare.
His heart is pure,
His heart is fair,
His heart is filled
with love and care.
He’s not the one,
Who broke your heart.
He’s not the one,
’cause of whom,
Your life fell apart.
You may not find,
Somebody like him.
Ever again.
– He is rare.
– Abhishek Gupta.