Trust is a delicate thing

Tu jo rutha, To kaun hasega.

Tu jo chutha, to kaun rahegaaa.

Tu chup hai to ye darr lagta hai,

Apna mujhko ab kaun kahega.

Trust sure is a delicate thing. It takes a lifetime to build it and just a moment of madness to break it. Along with trust, so many things break inside of you that too without any noise.

It makes you angry, sad, depressed, hopeless all at the same time. You trust people with your life and they toss it around like it means nothing.

Broken heart, broken souls, broken people can be mended, can be made whole once again. But, once trust is broken it’s very difficult to mend it.

Don’t ever break someone’s trust. 😦


Gaurav Gupta


What do I want to do

What do I want to do is lay my head in your lap and sleep like a child. Because with you I feel safe, I feel everything is alright.

What do I want to do is play with hairs for hours. They are perfect just like you.

What do I want to do is lay with you under open sky counting stars and talking my heart out. Because with you I can be myself.

What do I want to do is to know you more. I want to spend rest of my breaths unravelling the mystery that is you.

What do I want to do is not to share you with anyone. I want to spend all my time with you because one life time is not enough.

What do I want to do is live this adventure called life with you. Together Forever. ❤

My Girl, I Love You and I need you. ❤ Please come back.


Gaurav Gupta


Current State

So, have I given up on love? No, but I won’t be the one coming forward with it, chasing you and making all the efforts.

I will just sit pretty and content being single in my joyous zone. If you find me worthy enough, then go ahead and say it to me. But don’t expect me to play the games of hints and silences.

I am done with that circus. You want to be subtle about love? Well, then say – I Love You, at the very least, because nothing less clear will do it for me now.

I am done with the waiting, supposedly romantic, part of love. Just hit me with your love on my face, screaming my name with your blaring tongue, madly in love with me, else – just stay away.


Gaurav Gupta

One More Time

One More Time I want to See you, to look into those eyes and be lost in them. Want my knees to go weak at your first glance. Want you to see me for who I am. Want to See you.

One More Time I want to Feel you, to touch your soul. To be your whole. To feel the warmth and compassion you have for me. To feel what it likes to be. Want to Feel you.

One More Time I want to Hug you, to bug you. Never want you to leave. Be in my arms always and that hug to never end 🙂 Want to Hug you.

One More Time I want to Love you.

One More Time I want us to be Together, One More Time I want it to be Forever.

One More Time I want to be Not Alone, One More Time I want it to be Regrown.

Can I have that One More Time?


Gaurav Gupta

I LOVE You, My Girl

Oh, MY Girl, I LOVE You. You make me smile
Oh, MY Girl, I LOVE You. You make me happy
Oh, MY Girl, I LOVE You. I want to write the poem for you.
Which I don’t know how to do.

Sorry for the lack of rhythm or analogies or metaphors in this poem, which will blow your mind away.
This poem or lack of poem is my way to tell you that I love you.
I will Love you till the end of my time on this planet.

Your smile makes me smile, your tears make me cry.
Your acceptance makes me mad, Your ignorance made me sad.

Oh, My Girl My Girl doesn’t leave me now.
Come back to me and let us take a vow.

We will be always together no matter what happens,
will lift each other up when one of us is dampened

Oh, I Love you ❤   I Love You ❤  I Love You ❤

Forever yours


Gaurav Gupta

Broken Pieces

There are some broken poems I wrote for My Girl. She doesn’t care anymore. Can someone tell me what to do with them?


It’s a lonely and dark feeling when

someone you care about becomes a total stranger.


Another one:

A year has passed, A lot must have changed she thought.

But when their eyes met, nothing is changed they realised.


This one is not a poem but a situation.

The few times I was brave enough to send her a message, we started with a bland ‘hello’ and ended some three messages down with an ‘I’m busy. I’ll text you tomorrow.’ And I used to cry afterwards wondering if she was the very person I used to talk to for hours once upon a time.


This next one is just sad me talking to me.

There comes a time when you just stop searching for that one person because you know your heart has already found them. Even though they are not with you, they don’t belong to you, they love somebody else or sometimes they don’t even know that you love them. But in this life, you feel your eyes will not search for anyone else anymore. And when they are gone you just sit back and cherish those moments when you were with them. It’s a strange part of destiny when you meet that person, there is something in the universe which conspires to bring you close to that person, and from there on you realize that everything you have, you just want to share it with them, in short they become your universe and everything starts to revolve just around them.

If anybody knows what to do with them then do let me know.


Gaurav Gupta



Monster – That I am

Slowly, piece by piece, you gave yourself to me. And I — a monster, dressed with smile — accepted you.

You carried your flaws with grace around me, after all, you believed I outshined them. You felt safe around me. Holding my hand, resting your head on my shoulder, it gave you the comfort you always dreamed of. You let me turn your cold heart warm. And you let me explore those dreamy lips, too, whilst you smiled and breathed heavily. And between all the choices you had, you decided to choose me, after all, I made you not think about any other choice.
What you and I shared, the long talks, the never-ending kisses, exploring our ‘wanderland’, were simple, adorable things. But along the way, somewhere, they meant a world to both of us, and they will be one of the moments that rewind in front of my eyes before I rest in peace.

And I was lucky, you know? To have a forever. To make all those experiences with you.
And I loved you, truly. I did. Maybe, I still do, deep down, but you don’t be bothered, because I am cold, like you. And, I don’t trust love anymore. How can I? It is something that is there one second, alive and spreading happiness and the other… it just fades away. Absent. Gone. Taking away all those happy moments. Happiness.

Being in love with you is to know that I have to cherish our memories, every moment. And knowing, what I’ll with you, it is something I can’t have with anyone.

Maybe you were just a piece of this jigsaw puzzle, I couldn’t understand. Or you were just the puzzle I could never complete, or lost its pieces. And honestly, I am thankful to be a part of your world. Even if I can’t be a part of it anymore, I will just look at you from a distance.

Remember the letters? Somewhere, I filled it with longer, lasting posts, and hoped one day, I would pass it on to our kids. Well, that is a hope not coming true. A tale for another time.

I know you don’t believe me, but still I love to write to you, about you and hoping I struck a chord, in the end, is the best part, you know? But most importantly, I just stand by the door to my heart, waiting for you to knock one more time, so I can peep out, and let your face sink in, once again.

The Monster – That I am. I ruined everything.


Gaurav Gupta