Monthly Archives: June 2018

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Past

I wonder,
If you ever think of me.
Do you even remember my voice?
The way I used to be, around you?
Do you ever get that sense of euphoria,
thinking about OUR happy memories?
I wonder, if you even care,
that I’m even alive or not.

Like I always say,
It’s not the bad memories,
Which fucks you up from inside,
It’s the happy ones, because,
you know it’ll never happen again.

The moments we shared,
the happiness I felt, I know,
It’ll never come back to me.
I know I will never be able to
hold your hands again, ever.
I know, it’s all over now.
It’s been 6 years, after all.
The memories, it has started
to fade away, with time.
Your voice sounds like
a stranger to me now.
I know, it’s all over now.
It’s been 6 years, after all.

I’ve been carrying these dead
feelings for a long time now.
I guess the time has finally arrived.
The time to bury these memories,
these feelings, the agony and anguish,
which burns within this heart.

Today, I saw you with your love.
I saw, how happy you were,
Exactly like you used to be with me.
Whilst I was still struggling to
heal and mend this broken heart.
I believe, the time has come,
to end it, once and for all.

Finally,
I’m leaving my past,
where it belongs.

// in the past //

-Abhishek Gupta

Duniya

Jal rahi hai duniya saari,
Jal rahi har aatma.
Dhal raha dhundla sooraj,
Kho gaya hai aasamaan.

Zindagi se maut khele,
Maut kiske hath ma.
Insaan hi insaan ka dusman,
Maut meri zaat ma.

Kaahe ki ye jhooti izzat,
Kaahe ka ye dhong hai.
Betiyon ko devi kehte,
Ye vaakya hi ek vyang.

Ruk ja insaan, dar ja insaan,
Tera waqt bhi aayega,
Tere karmo ke koo phal tu,
Is janam hi paayega.

Jal rahi hai duniya saari,
Jal rahi har aatma.
Dhal raha dhundla sooraj,
Kho gaya hai aasamaan.

-Abhishek Gupta.

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Fading Away

I can see you fading away,
like the dimming flame of
that candle, which has reached
its bottom and is now going to
submit itself to the darkness.

I can see you fading away,
like the memory of that
old rusted, broken car,
which I once saw on
the highway, abandoned.

I can see you fading away,
like my zest for playing guitar,
which is kept at the corner
of my room, which sometimes
peeps and tries to remind me
of its existence, which I tend
to ignore most of the time,
because, time is what, I have not.

I can see you fading away,
but I’m trying hard not to
let go of you, for you’re
the pillar of my existence.
Poetry, my zest for writing,
I can see you,
fading away,
from me.

-Abhishek Gupta.

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Survivor

I am standing at this side of the isle,
And I can see you, going away.
There’s nothing I can do, to stop you.
It’d would be something similar to
Me trying to not let the sand, in my fist, fall down.
See, here’s the thing, even if I try, I know,
It, the sand, is going to vanish in some time.

I don’t know, how to react.
I don’t know, how to enact.
I won’t be fine, well,
that I know, for the fact.
But how good I am
at burying my feelings,
deep inside my chest, alive.
Only I, know that.

But you know what,
I am exhausted now.
I’m tired of putting
that mask, on my face.
That mask of “I’m okay”.
Masquerading,
that I’m strong.
Whilst I’m not.

Consumed by the dark, I am.
Broken inside, yet alive, I am.
Maybe beyond fixing, aloof, I am.

But worry not, about me.
Alone, I might be,
But lonely,
I am not.

I know,
how strong,
I am.
However
my life is,
here’s
the thing,
Alive,
I am.

// survivor //

-Abhishek Gupta