life

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

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