Abhijit Gupta's

Solace

noreply@blogger.com (abhijitmjj) — Tue, 15 Aug 2017 19:25:00 +0000

I've found myself swimming once again
Swimming across this boundless sea
As I approach the distant shore
The tide drags me back to sea
The shore I craved and longed for
Has fallen dark and disavowed me
So I push through the turbulent sea

As I tire to keep afloat
I'm almost drowning yet again
You luckilly spot me
And drag me back from the devouring sea
The warmth of your benign smile
Those calm content eyes
As you held my hand
I look at you...
Realising that you have brought me
The solace that I had endlessly sought

© Abhijit Gupta
16 August 2017

Incoherent Ramblings

noreply@blogger.com (abhijitmjj) — Mon, 04 Jul 2016 16:45:00 +0000

Stream of time shall flow of its own accord
Every moment slips away like grains of sand
I have lived for myself all my life
Yet I can't apprehend the reason for this void

When shall I understand that I am lost
Lost like a candle among the bright lights
I traverse like a gypsy on a distant land
Disconnected and detached from myself

Like an October leaf carried around by gusts
I've lost the track of my mind and soul
Wandering around endlessly
Seeking something that I couldn't ever get

I feel like the porter in Macbeth
Entangled in the gateway to life and death
Incoherent ramblings that sound like a distant cry
Would shake the principles that you've stood by

-- Abhijit Gupta

2 July 2016

A Little Girl In Woods

noreply@blogger.com (abhijitmjj) — Sun, 25 May 2014 09:13:00 +0000

In the thick woods, travelled a girl with fear beating upon her chest
Snow covered trails didn't provide any solace; no time to rest
For the winter wolves beckon and announce their arrival
She had a hunter’s knife in her hands – her only means of survival
Frozen white limbs of trees gave no comfort to her plight
She quickened her pace in fear she would lose the path in sight

Her heart throbbed as her body shuddered in snow,
For she wished not to be the ‘Ichabod’ of this sleepy hollow
She heard the wolves ever so close, as if a whisper distance away
She saw the eyes of yellow giving chase much to her dismay
She ran with all her might, each step seemed wading through wet sands

She could hear a wolf pounding down with teeth glaring wide,
Tired of running and being a victim, she decided to fight
She swerved and plunged her dagger into it deep inside
Wolf’s blood dripped down the blade covering her trembling hands
With the taste of victory, she prepared for the vicious battle

She fought the pack of wolves off all night
Blistered, bloody, clothes ravaged and torn – a terrible sight
However, this little girl had grown up that night.
She drove the wolves away, but kept the hide of one as a prize.
It was her badge of honour that she carried with pride

Dawn welcomed her, as did the smell of breakfast from her family home,
The family embraced her, as her father admired her coat of grey
Her father realized his little girl is now a woman today

17 July 2013

Delusion

noreply@blogger.com (abhijitmjj) — Mon, 27 May 2013 20:16:00 +0000

Shimmering moon has captivated my soul
Arousing my senses right from within
Abandoning myself seems an easy task
If I could only let go, and drop this mask

The sea glistens in cascade of moonlight
All seem apparelled in celestial white
And waves surge through with laughter
Enlightening the dull night with their passion

I'm adrift in a tide of conflicting emotions
Looking for myself in the wake of many delusions,
I come across this elusive lithium harbour,
Which soothes and cradles my senses.

Clouds are the only set pieces of this stage of wonder
Watching this fantasy become reality in my mind;
It drips from my hand like grains of sand
as it then breaks into nothingness before me.

Memories

noreply@blogger.com (abhijitmjj) — Fri, 24 May 2013 18:14:00 +0000

Musing on what to write
It seems as if there’s a void
I ruminate over the bygone times
As I unfold the pages of my mind
I take trip down the memory lane
Which makes those remembrances lucid:
Like a serene cloudless summer day
These memories are like an old wine;
Sweetened over the time

24 May 2013

A mind without misgivings

noreply@blogger.com (abhijitmjj) — Thu, 18 Apr 2013 13:59:00 +0000

Here is a piece of my mind that many may see as naivety-

I long for a place where the latent finds voice
More than just a small talk or obscure noise
Where the mind can sing unchained melodies
So wonderful shall be such melodious prosody

- Abhijit Gupta

©Abhijit Gupta
18-04-2012

Tempest

noreply@blogger.com (abhijitmjj) — Mon, 11 Feb 2013 20:29:00 +0000

The bellowing raven clouds
Release their burden upon the crowds
As they writhe in agony effusing torrential rain
So intriguing is their symphony of pain

The moonlight cascades through the streets
While lightning pierces the blanket of night
Insidiously, imminent tempest roars
Resounding through my tumultuous soul

Intentions none more than malign
Enter into the gateway of my mind
Futile thoughts intertwined
Convoluted by design

I took the road less travelled;

A forlorn-figure shambling along the street

I beheld drooping roses in cemetery
Resonating with my sheer misery

As I traversed along, I realised -
A glimmer of a hope at the far end
Illuminating the desolate path
That I couldn't otherwise apprehend

I forswore walking the path of blind

In the light of darkness, I stood reborn
I rose like a phoenix, soaring high up in the sky

Throwing off the shackles that kept me confined

© Abhijit Gupta
12 February 2013

An October Evening

noreply@blogger.com (abhijitmjj) — Fri, 23 Nov 2012 19:03:00 +0000

When October evenings are drunk,
Revelling in goblet of the scarlet sun
Faint sunshine glimmers across the sky
Embracing all with crimson ambiance

It paints the canvas with trees so gold;
Like an artist in his works- tender, yet bold

Woods are adorned with crescent golden leaves;
An exquisite scenery for all to perceive

Bidding adieu with shimmering rays,
Dusk draws the curtain of azure sky
Scattering silvery dew drops
That shut every flower's weary eyes

A grey-haired woman strolling down
Reminiscing about the years foregone
A serene smile flickered on her face
Tranquillity there complemented her grace

Veil of cool breeze caressed her face
Perhaps, the solitary admirer there
Starts laughing and rustling
Carpet of golden leaves that lay nearby
Singing away the serenade of fall

©Abhijit Gupta

24 November 2012

Moments

noreply@blogger.com (abhijitmjj) — Sun, 23 Sep 2012 20:14:00 +0000

A brief sojourn or journey to eternity

An enigmatic apprehension the moment has become

Millions of lives throb within it,

Yet it departs like the evanescent morning mist

Moments emerge from nowheresville;

One after another like billowy ocean waves.

In this world, they flicker briefly,

And then fade in the vibrant bosom of shrouded eternity.

Of pleasant moments we form remembrances

Such that by the time we bite the dust,

We can cherish the abiding reminiscences;

Reviving the moments when we indulged our hearts

Ephemeral is the charm of fleeting things:

The butterfly, the kiss, or the rainbow

In adversity, concede what it brings:

Tears, loneliness and sorrow

Blending the sweet and sour memories,

The fleeting moments pass away quickly,

Descending into the abyss of past;

Inspire or daunt when recalled.

They flow too rapidly like sibilant waters

Of the boisterous brimming river;

To be vented into the gaping ocean

With insatiable thirst that can’t be replete,

Amalgamating the translucent into the ineffable blue.

17 September 2012

A Somber Morning

noreply@blogger.com (abhijitmjj) — Wed, 04 Jul 2012 20:09:00 +0000

When the mute Gods scream in silence,

Obeying the obstinate laws
Written within a single water drop;

A red light blind the third eye of the never-ending universe

Holding its power in an unbreakable globe of love

Creating a poignant sentience

Noticeable only in the flash of lightning

Waking up with a withering dream in my mind

Still trying to deny the death of reality

Akin to cocoon of complacency

As if it's only a faint echo from the past

Like a candle flickering in the last day light

Before the arrival of the eternal night

Surrounded by the blind eyes

Reflecting the dying lotus flower

Growing in the cracked floor of the library

Filled with long forgotten untold tales

From the unknown world beyond the dream

The secret became known

Yet as time went on, it was forgotten,

But it was written down in the pages of hope

Still believing that one day it would be revealed again

5 July 2012

A Surreal Dream

noreply@blogger.com (abhijitmjj) — Thu, 26 Apr 2012 20:05:00 +0000

Into the dark dominion from the way beyond,

Skipping down the mirage of life's pond

Traversing like a gypsy on a distant land

With nobody to hold my hand

Stupendous wonders seem to abound;

Is this the place where happiness is found?

Portentous sounds and sights for me to know,

An unfathomable abyss yet to explore

River of liquid diamond cascades over the shore;

An obscure path to take, and a lifetime's worth to probe

I have reached the precipice of what I thought was real

I have surpassed my own boundaries of anything surreal

My life and those around me are in a vicious fall

There's too much on my mind; I couldn't tell you all

If you were to listen to my story,

I'd have you standing enthralled

Time seems to falter in its place;

Hours and minutes have given up the chase

I won't run from hardships; I know they'll ineluctably chase me

I'd stand robust through it all; nothing can break me.

As I heard thy voice from the nebulous sky,

I felt as though it must have been a dream, but I wondered why?

I heard my name so clearly, perhaps the murkiness was clear

Then I realized I have awakened from my dream; it appeared

Perhaps someday I'll write a book about my life, and you'd see

Maybe then you'd have a better chance of comprehending me

If only you perceived, you'd never look at me the same

You'd see then why I strive to keep the devil inside me tame

26 April 2012