Author Archives: Sangeeta Gupta

About Sangeeta Gupta

Poet, abstract artist, documentary film maker. Has 20 published books, 9 collections of poems translated in Greek, German, bangla, urdu, dogri. Writes both in English and Hindi. Has scripted and directed 7 documentary films. Has held 35solo exhibitions of paintings in India and abroad. Based in Delhi, India.

Honour the void

We tend to glorify
the action oriented life
not realising that
magic actually begins
to take form
in the so-called void
know that
You’re in that
in-between phase
where the old chapter
hasn’t quite completed itself
yet the new is starting
to show signs of life
find the courage
to cross
the emotional threshold
within yourself
try to get comfortable
with being in yin mode 
embrace the opportunity
to dream a new world 
know that you’re here
to play your part
to experience joy
and creativity
in its purest form
release the need to achieve
a specific outcome 
become one with
the rhythm of the cosmos
honour the void that lies
between two cycles.

Silence is so perfect

The silence between us
is dense, deep
mysterious, undivided  
frozen with
infinite spell of possibilities 
you are not impossible to reach
yet I do not wish
to break this tranquillity 
it’s purity is so vulnerable 

I love my freedom  
I prefer to float 
on the other side
of this mystic silence 
love is so momentous
silence is so perfect .

I decide to exist

The moon laughs softly
into my ears
looks at me
with twinkles in its eyes
as if telling me that
I know your secrets 
the sea sends the waves
to touch me again
and yet again
to return back that feel
of touching my soul
to its lap
the lonely beach
is not so lonely
my lazy footsteps hug it’s being 
the moon, the sea ,the beach
all are aware of my presence
I am overwhelmed
with the bliss
of being cared for and
wanted by the universe
therefore, I decide to exist.

Some Hearts Are Broken

Some hearts are broken
time and again
some journeys are
on uncertain terrain
some stories are
unfinished forever
and ever after
some songs are never sung
some are born to walk alone
some have to discover
their own self
some realise their purpose
some die without fulfilling their
none have the same path
each walks the earth
to fulfil one’s own destiny.

There is no way

There is no way
you can shut me out, tried that for so long
and you failed
I am inside you
stop groping in darkness outside
you are inside me
like a little nightingale
singing in the morning glory
songs of the earth and sky
of the wind and fire
of the life-force water
souls are free
they are not caged
they reside in the body
out of free will
there is no way you can shut me out .

A Letter

A letter is
an intimate conversation
between two people
the one who writes opens a door
for the reader to enter
one’s personal space
often sacred and vulnerable
a narrative of timeless wait
for the reader it is an act of love
as if one enters that time
when one was thought of fondly 
may be missed passionately 
that frozen piece of time is
packed and parceled
with utmost care
once it is read
it is frozen in memory
If unanswered
It throbs eternally
like  an endless saga
of longing and waiting
a letter is nothing less
than a miracle.

A Quarantine affair

Lovey – dovey pillow talk
or silent long engaging
eye to eye conversations
or burst of endless laughter
or your coded secret
expressions of raw passion
or your soulful songs
slowly falling like autumn flowers
in the lap of my heart
echoing in my timeless
personal space
or the deep unsaid, unspoken 
spells of silences
which makes us burn
with unknown desires
or your wide awake eyes
pleading a sleepy pair of eyes
to stay awake
through the night till morn
And yet we pacify each other
that this is just a casual chit chat
between two lonesome
in the virtual world
In the era of covid distancing
knowing well what this may be
but scared to define
and name .


I grew up in a family
where not much
communication happened
those days
my father did not
ever express his love
he thought we would know
that he cared to provide
all that we needed
and that was love for him
mom’s life revolved around him
me and my siblings
grew up around books 
probably that is the  reason
why I am a reader
why I always turned to books
why books raised me
we would read all the time
it was my escape from life
which I did not understand
not that I understand
life any better now 
also books always rescued me
they still  continue to do so
they unfold what I need to know
they also give me insights
I look for answers
to all my unresolved matters 
they are dependable
like old childhood friends
my bed side companions
my comfort zone
my source of joy
my inspiration
they never fail me
this relationship of mine
is secure and safe
I can go back to them
any time without hesitation.

Some Promises Are..

I sit in the winter afternoon sun
and let it converse
with my skin
while I soak my soul
in it’s warmth
we both soak
the silence between us
this communication is
so captivating
I let the lazy afternoon
slowly merge with
the early evening 
sun softly glances
at my  blissful being
and reluctantly
murmurs a promise
of coming back soon
I slowly shut my eyes
knowing well that
all my tomorrow’s
depend on this promise 
some promises are
for soul to keep safe.