17 April, 2015

Oh Baby

Written with my friend, Atul Kumar

Oh Baby

Oh baby, close your eyes
Hold my hand, lets go fly
Oh baby, I wanna see you wild
Let go off, your hidden side

Oh baby, when I am with you
Grass is green & skies are blue

Oh baby, I can travel a thousand miles
Just to see your, beautiful eyes
Your truth are lies, your lies are true
You know that, I’ll always love you

Oh baby, never leave my side
Just hold me near, just hold me tight
And if I ever leave, just call me back
Just don’t let go, just don’t lose track

Oh baby, let me be your choice
To the world outside, let me be your voice
Let me touch your lips, let me draw you near
Let me hold your hand, let me fight your fears

Oh baby, I wanna be your smile
Wanna share your tears, everytime you cry
I will be your pillar, your strength your joy
I will be your hero, your lover boy

Atul Kumar & Vishal Gupta
April 15th, 2014

08 April, 2015

Jesus Speaks

About 2 years ago I wrote Devil Speaks. I continue the saga with Jesus Speaks. Man has sold his soul to the devil and Jesus watches. He rages in a fit of gloom and anger and says,

The weight of thy sins bodes down heavy on me
Yet you don’t shy away from claiming your sins,
for you, are nothing but mere mortal
and so you let me die for thee
You do pity me, without shame as such
And without shame you believe, that I love thee

You believe me to live and die for you
for you believe that the reason of my birth
But you don’t ponder, the other cause
for I was born to reclaim, not resurrect thee
And for once, I leave, hoping my teachings imparted
For once I trust, your tears were true to your being

Yet on return I see, you delving in plight again
I see you remembering me, in times of pain
only to abuse and ask me, why have I left thee unclaimed
You never stop to wonder, the life you live is your own creation
for when I came, I reclaimed and I left you in glee
then, answer me mortal, why dost thou blame me?

It was you who accepted the world as your place to be
whilst I showed you how to stand up for your own
When did I ever ask you to mold yourself in the herd?
When did I ever say it okay to have your voice unheard?
Yet you choose to be the herd and blame me with kin
and wait for me to resurrect to die again for another sin

I said I love you, and you must value me since
but whatever have you loved, you have turned to ashes
You took my love for granted, and all else which did
in your shame to lie to me, you lied from yourself
And now you plea, having won the world but none to share with
you wonder why you’re unloved, why you were so mean

You gladly delivered thy soul to the devil
for you thought that brought you peace
You dared to not be brave enough
to confront your own reality
Now you wonder when did you go wrong
it was in the moment, you chose to be mean

In your hunt for security, comfort, life
you somewhere gave up on salvation
At Judgment Day you know, it was all in vain
for all your life and all your pain, you gained nothing
For you thought less of yourself
and from your destiny refrained

In the mindless pursuit of happiness
you found peace in ignorance
‘For how long,’ you refused to care
‘just this and no more,’ you lied to all dear
yet you, and I were who knew the truth
and today having lost all, you forgone my pity too

I blesseth your soul, which remains with you no more
I loved thee with all your miseries
I loved your hope, ambition and will
having lost that, there’s no more of you in you
You claim I left you in troubled times
while it was you who let go of me

Refusing to acknowledge reality,
you abhor and flay when it comes your way
Refusing, even to confess to yourself
for the thoughts were too heavy for your load
Refused you, to ask me for a stronger back
you sold your load to Him

And slowly, He took some moments from your life at first
and then, life from those moments
At times you scrounged to regain them
knowing, they could never again be yours
You tried to squeeze some life out of passing time
Time, which belonged neither to you nor to me now

And now, you apologize, where that statement has no meaning
for with you I lost trust, in your ability to trust yourself
You simply say “sorry,” without understanding,
that it’s not a mere statement
It’s a promise, of never repeating your deeds
It’s a responsibility, to make up for your sins

But you refuse any penance of any sorts
you expect love, without its 3 pillars
accountability, responsibility, credibility
You refuse either, and abuse me for failing myself
you plea to me, for putting you through pain
Refusing, to acknowledge my help in it

And so, done dying for your sins
I bid thee goodbye
For you have sent me further than I anticipated
Riding on my own tears, I move away from thee
Hoping, you reclaim yourself this time
Hoping, I never have to reclaim anyone again

Vishal Gupta
February 3rd, 2015

19 March, 2015

आज दिन

Dedicated to Global MBA.

आज दिन

आज दिन है जश्न मानने का
कुछ खोने का कुछ पाने का
ज़रा दिल से गले लगाने का
मुस्कानो में अक्ष बहाने का

क्या खोया क्या पाया
अब सोचने का वक़्त है आया
आज उंकही बोल जाने दो
झूमते दिल दोल जाने दो

आज आँखें भी भर जाने दो
रोको ना इनको गाने दो
आज जी भर कर नाच भी लो
अपनो संग आखरी जाम भी लो

आज रोको ना बह जाने दो
कयामत भी देह जाने दो
कल सुबह वापस जाना है
आज, कल को भूल जाना है

आज टोको ना मुझे गाने दो
आज रोको ना सुनाने दो
आज मौका है झूम जाने का
आज दिन है, जश्न मानने का

-

विशाल गुप्ता

05 March, 2015

Raindrops

Raindrops,
slithered down his panting chest
Blood thumping his veins
While he, looked towards the scorching sun
for raindrops
to drown his soul

Raindrops,
transpiring from the depths of his frame
sweet drops of rain
or something saltier?
Perspiration, his sweat or his blood?
engulfing his present

Raindrops,
making his adolescence live up
Or killing his childhood?
He looks up, towards the heavens
Trying to look for a face
Hoping He would be satisfied by now

Vishal Gupta
June 10th, 2014

24 February, 2015

Banjari

Dedicated to the girl who taught me about Wanderlust, a very strong innane and irresistible impulse or desire to travel the world.

Banjari

Her feet know they must not stop
her awe-inspired eyes won’t let them
For she is the traveler,  who lives multiple lives
when the rest can’t get enough of one

She knows no possessions and seeks no wealth
but friends on the way and a word or two kind
Her treasures are her memories bereft of theft
her ambition only to see another Sun shine

Some say she leads a lonely existence
she thinks of the world as her mate
Her rucksack is her constant companion
her constant source of strength and grace

Seldom grows she weary of walks
yet she can’t help but move on
For this path demands enslaving her
and she unquestionably submits to its will strong

For to see new sights is not a diversion she bears
Wanderlust is all but this
She lives to see earn experiences and live more
than you or me have ever dreamt

It’s not her need or want or desire or call
It’s the only way she understands life
For when we live seeking time from life
She lives to seek life from time

Vishal Gupta
November 30th, 2014