Snippets of the mind by Gagansvaid

That was one road of mine, A journey, that my heart did  combine. My breathe, my knowledge; It was amiss a confusion but  I sensed in it patronage. Yes, I had it deep within me, Somehow a feel, a potential lit. Yes, I could make it to the stars, I could gain as a journey was to pass. I had for this reason, waited for miles and hours, I had nothing to lose, but encompass. Yes, my life would get a road to follow, An eclipse to sight, a bucket no longer to be hollow. My mind makeup was strengthened, With every click of the clock. Dreams were imagined and blend, With surprise of a win, until a shock, did dent. Still, I believe I can take it ahead, Well, going through roughness, only cleans; There is a lot to accompany along the stead, Until my boundaries outgo the fence. Let me walk and not disappear, There's a lot to imbibe and steer.  Whether I waste my time, I shall be myself, oh spirit of mine. I would wait

A new spell casts, Music to the stars. Affection within me at par, For my goal that I encompass, It splurges and flies; And route of magic emulsifies. What I look and what not, Within my being I carry the remote. I stumble, I linger; in my thoughtful aperture. How I wish if I could define, My mood, the culture. Not much have I got to say, Than being patient to portray, The tides as those dance and flow, Glitter enchants as I pick up my bow and arrow.   Uplifts my passion through every pain, It doesn't stand stationary, but stains, Only to furnish further and repair, At least, it's my dream, as I am there, To hold it, until I exit fully, But not leave it in slurry. What it is and was, Belonged and still does. Even when I reach the deepest pitfalls, Life opens many reasons to smile, Over my loss but the fact remains, My dream is still in hands of mine. What to say, To break me errands, Oh, you try it again, I will cry and yet, Respond with my art Ever matured and polished, For i

Dreams had almost shunned for him. No more of expectations, as he moved through those roads, which at a point of time meant to him his world. Maybe, it wasn't how he had seen life and set its imprint over his own. For him, things were simple; the way, one person could stand for his beloved. For her in the beginning, to contemplate; it had been quite a task, to bring him together. But, after a point of time, she had stopped; stopped to think about him. Time had passed, an eventual triumph. From its magic, came it's very fall. Bringing along the rejection in a bun, it was quite not assumed that things would end so sooner. What could he say, or what couldn't. He had learnt from her from road to road. This time, it wasn't even difficult to carry forward his task. For he had known her and every work had been for a reason. For its very tantalizing feeling. Life was a watch, a watch of expression; whereon life grew, grew in it's winged seeds. Whence that reason that wa

"When the stars were bidding goodbye, he was looking at that end of the road; if she was coming. Maybe to meet him. The darkness fell errands, he kept on looking at that blank road. The night had already chirped its wings, into the wilderness of that forest road. He had kept on assuming as if, life wasn't over yet. Without her, it was like a moment gone in her waiting. Whereas, he didn't really know, if he were to see her anytime again. Years had passed from the time, he had seen her, known her as an acquaintance, before becoming a good friend of her. She lived in an unknown land but knew where he had lived. In the hope that she would one day come to meet him at his car shop where he was a mechanic. And if she had forgotten him, he felt, maybe one day she would come from nowhere, to get her car in order. That he could see her, how she had looked; with age, as years had been since he saw her last. The time moved but his love was still the same. Not expecti

To be a well known man, could his fate destine to note? To drive the best cars, when he was to be the mechanic of all the cars. Few people know the ways to rule the world whereas they don't really want to rule it. Confined to their own space, they are quite satisfied. To find the winters as chilly as the snow imbibes in them, the freshness that further fastens them to memorize, the times they had spent in similar winters way back. Gorgeously, the sun develops its grace, its potential reaching to the far off lands. Yes, it touches the people with its majesty to symbolize that it is a giver of energy in the form of light and surely, that light has many nutrients stored in it to enrich the lives. To see in a nutshell, the world is enchanting freedom and it is nature that makes a person love himself as much as he loves the world. There is peace enough to visualize, to dream and imagine. It is about working on an art that one grows in it, by work of an art, it means

What did he mean he knew, when he didn't read what was meant to be re-read as revision. He didn't give it much concern. Why? Was he in a fool's paradise or was it in disguise of the fact that he had studied really well? What was it, and why wasn't he concerned any longer; oh, where was he treading. Vishnu's mom called him all of a sudden, that evening to know how he had been going with his preparation for the exam the very next day. To his surprise, everyone was so much interfering in his life. Yes, he was busy with his own life, with singing the guitar tunes out of his heart. Everyone knew, how well he composed the songs; for which people praised him, his ability. But, at that time when he was supposed to study well. It was then that he was playing the guitar. "Well Vishnu, you should really know what's right and not for you." Was the reply, he got from his mom; when in his easy going nature, he expressed how he was enjoying his

He didn't work any stronger, He had a dream, that didn't build any longer. It was about a sky and a sea that he hadn't but thought, he could fail all of it. Still he had felt, to give it a try; For life wasn't always meant to be a lullaby. It was a brash, of storm and haze; Until merriment did atone or phrase. A hand of care did accustom in strings, He knew, how life could flutter the wings. Dedication of a love that he, Singest was of his. He ran from boundaries, and climbed up the trees. Writing his dreams, on a page, oh ya, it was a leaf. A portion of his heart, his sentiments did release. Met the strangers did he, Spread on his face was glee. As much as he ran, he singest in his own praise. Yes, he couldn't handle the happenings of the world; but could walk and be satisfied of life, in his own slower pace. It was all in his heart that he had to say. Oh, yeah, yeah and yeah! GaganSVaid

Few colours of life, if could be rolled; into the freshness of the morning so composed. I tell you, I would be a bird, catching every nuance of the biting cold, the flashing winds, that stroll into the heart; like a carol and a prose. It would be, yes it would be; that I shall reveal myself to the world, undone but cultivated within, the calibre of my feelings; many memories shall I live that moment, I would cry and still, soar with newer hopes, high over the bounteous sky; that accepts me, and to dream sings me a lullaby.

When the stars were bidding goodbye that night, he was also bidding his byes to his homeland. He wasn't merely taking back his dreams, but memories that meant to him the world; how he had wished, could those mean to her too. To an extent she may miss him, his nature of love that came naturally. How he had wished, he would live with her, yes, thoughts had elapsed, life had moved ahead. Yes, time had moved; he had but stayed there, somewhere willing to talk, to tell her, they would look so much good together. Well, she won't listen to him, his heartbeats had been his. To him it was but an illusion, if love wasn't meant of an individual, but the two of them, together. He looked, he stared at the roads, he had expected her return but, it wasn't so, that she came; he was there still, just the time was no longer the same. It was long, long that he thought

Pages of life were incomplete, had her presence been not there to linger. Over his mind, the calculated thoughts wherein that she lived and persisted. Being a person who made him aware of what life was and how was it to be lived. He had been beguiled always of her goodness, honesty and purity of thoughts. Being a lover, he had crossed many boundaries of shyness and of a recluse. He was no longer an unknown but he had known it all, in regard to either the feelings or emotions that rubbed and clubbed in harmony and symphony as life walked through the days well led by flair and likewise frost. Even in the fears, in what hurt him the most he had felt peace as a freshened thought!