Abhay Chopra: Poems

Jan 2015 · 483

I ran

Abhay Chopra Jan 2015

I ran

Pretending,
That you would never come
I can't think of air
I left the place
I left for peace
I ran

I ran through the dark roads,
the light wind
whistling past me
I ran with fire in toes
to do great things
or
to escape you

I didn't sleep
I just ran
As fast as I could
As far as I could

I turned into side streets
Skies, hills , trees
through all scenics
Traffic hung around me
but never bounded me.
I ran

People passed
I didn't cease
or
they never stopped.
But I did
When I saw
failure, elation
scanty souls
Combats for life
for felicity, feeling blues
I saw sorrows, sufferings
Ample anguishness in those
the sights didn't daunted
my mettle to move on
Feets were restrained to ail
to see echt agony

I came back
Acquiring a lot
and found you
at the same spot
waiting for my
arms to provide warmth
I can now feel air..

Notes (optional)

Nov 2014 · 517

You lift me up.

Abhay Chopra Nov 2014

You lift me up.

We sung a melody
From the bottom of core!
We were passionate to know
the nights and the stars,
the warms and the heat,
the heights and the peaks.
We promised,
to live together.
But...
You left.
Now,
I am left in pieces.
I am into your echoes.
You shout, I listen.
You shout, I listen.
Not really.
Still, I feel.
You lift me up,
You lift me up.
I make you cry,
I make you cry.
You are mysterious,
I am not alike.
You say me "hi", (2x)
I am back to life.
You kick me up, (2x)
I am onto skies.
I am going higher.
So,
Don't stop me,
Don't make me feel,
Don't make me weaker.
I don't wanna rest!
I don't wanna hug!
I don't wanna cry!
Just be with me!
To make me smile.

I have no idea why I wrote it. Maybe, I'm selfish.

#life #agony

Oct 2014 · 340

Hollow

Abhay Chopra Oct 2014

Hollow

He resided in his own abyss of lonesome thoughts,
Acquaintances and kin wondered but never asked what.
His conception, distinct and his heart aslow,
Contentment from his life had been stolen long ago.
As he sheltered himself from affection and dear,
He gave permanence to a stale state of fear.
He couldn’t be shaken from his clouded vision,
He comprehended things with a different precision.
His words were spat in cold hate and morose,
A life of melancholy and solitariness he chose.
One would think they’d be used to the cold,
And I thought only my resistance was low*.
- Sahej Marwah.

#life #depressed

Oct 2014 · 434

First time

Abhay Chopra Oct 2014

First time

First time, I saw you,
like mad creature.
You were so alluring and all nice.
Only you were so.
It wasn't too often,
Because you were so blossom.
Your eyes twinkled,
And you laughed so hilariously!
Still,
I loved it.
I wished.
You were the star,
I were the night.
You were the mango,
I were the candy.
But I was too far.
From your desk,
From your heart.
First time, that love thingy feeling.
First time, I saw you.
First time, I so felt it!
Not cranky,Not ****,
as others said.
It was true, all eyes opened.
First time,I was
in love. :')

This is just a poem. Okay? Okay.

Oct 2014 · 370

First time

Abhay Chopra Oct 2014

First time

First time, I saw you
Like mad creature
It allured my heart
It wasn't too often
As you were so blossom
Your eyes twinkled ; inevitable
Oh beauty! You laugh so hilariously!
Can we be closer? like best friends..?
I wished.
But I was too far
From her desk, From her heart,
First time, I saw her.
First time, I felt it!
Not cranky,Not ****,
as others said.
It was true, all eyes open
First time,In love.

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