Ocean.
Our heart is like an ocean and the untold stories, that brought us heartache, are the broken ships that sank in this ocean and were never found by anyone, for they were lost in its depth and darkness.
-Abhishek Gupta
Trust.
Whom can I trust?
Deceived & Betrayed by my own.
The sorrow that was hidden inside me,
All this time,
Now might, anytime, bust.
The rage which was buried deep
In my heart,
Has crawled its way back to the crust.
Now, every time when I look around.
There’s only one thing I ask myself.
// whom can I trust? //
-Abhishek Gupta
I survived.
I persevered.
I survived.
Gashed by owns.
I was drowning in a melancholic tide.
My will was collapsing, slowly.
I felt it, it was bona fide.
But my Family and Friends,
They always stood by my side.
They are the only reason
That I have thrived.
I persevered.
I survived.
-Abhishek Gupta
It’s all gray.
Behind those beautiful eyes,
We assume it must be all
Colorful & blissful, her life,
But it’s all gray.
There’s a box hidden, in her heart,
Not of any treasure,
But it’s a box full of lies.
Lies like she’s all Okay,
For there’s no one here who’ll understand,
Understand why every night she cries.
Behind that pretty face,
There lies so many stories, untold,
Stories of her getting disgraced.
I’m so sick and tired of this
Society and their mentality.
I just want to leave this place,
And rather,
Live a life like Waif.
For I want to live in a society,
A society where women would feel safe.
-Abhishek Gupta
Ashes.
Phone, in the left hand,
And a smoke in the right.
Having a conversation with someone,
In the middle of a night.
No peace, even when we’re at home,
‘Cause, In order to live,
Every day, we’ve got to win a fight.
For the wounds that we get every day,
Family and their love,
They work as patches.
Maybe, just like that lit smoke,
Our life is, slowly, burning down to ashes.
-Abhishek Gupta
Silence.
Silence, undoubtedly, is beautiful.
But it is not always okay to be silent.
Sometimes, it might be harmful.
Sometimes, it might mean surrendering.
Surrendering to Iniquity.
The Iniquity, to which, you want to put an end.
To fight, to put an end to it,
Silence might not be the perfect tool.
It’s a mess out there.
So, sometimes, you’ve got to act cruel.
‘Cause being silent, my friend,
Sometimes, it might be harmful.
//Act, do not put up with injustice//
-Abhishek Gupta
Do not belittle.
Do not belittle someone who tries to write,
They might be battling their inner demons,
While they can still fight.
Maybe that’s the only way they can vent,
Pen and paper are the only thing,
In which they confide.
They write because,
They no more want to hide.
You think you’re smarter than them?
Then be a better person,
And keep the mockery aside.
Instead of making fun of them,
Illuminate their path, be their guide.
-Abhishek Gupta
Soulmate.
The search isn’t over.
I have not given up yet.
Few bumps, in life, I had.
Few disappointments, I met.
But that’s not going to stop me.
I’ll start over again, afresh.
New goals, I will set.
Because,
The search isn’t over.
No, it isn’t over yet.
//Soulmate//
-Abhishek Gupta
Scarred.
Never hurt anyone to an extent,
That, the consequences, they cannot bear.
A scarred body may heal,
But a scarred soul?
It’s a different deal.
Mortals, we are.
So the pain, sometimes, cannot be concealed.
Some people might act savage, without fear.
But a scarred soul remains scarred, forever.
Those scars, within, will never disappear.
-Abhishek Gupta
Jungle.
This world.
It is a jungle, where we reside.
A jungle, where Animals are saner,
And insanity is something, from which,
We, Humans, cannot run/cannot hide.
-Abhishek Gupta