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Sunday, 30 November 2014

Love, forever!

Heart breaks but to say,
That I had loved you,
All the way!

Not a thought,
had come to me,
that you would,
one day,
go away from me.

Times have passed by,
years have compassed;
yet, new people I met,
your face is still to me,
an auspicious beauty,
reflection of love for me.
A blessing that casts,
being sorry for those days.
Yet, we meet and we smile,
the past wasn't all that bad.

A journey again,
of friendship that is,
all the same.
She knows it,
how to live without him;
he knows, she waits,
but, he doesn't any longer,
go that very mile.

"They remain, where peace is,
to praise one's being,
and be glad of that person's,
heartily smile.

Their story was magic,
written with love,
on the sands of time.

As they say, sometimes,
being far is the only peace."
Gagandeep Singh Vaid


Many a times in my life, I wonder where lies my path; or for that matter how close or far my place is? Well, when these thoughts come to me, then I do not think regarding how much would I earn money or fame. It comes to me, asking me where that sweet place is, which I can call my own and which gives me an individuality. Saying this, I would also add that it comes with time. And I feel it coming to me, or occurring to me;  my sphere of peace, as walks by this time.

All I am to do is to let it come to me, and as it comes, I would nourish it as a stem growing towards the branch that would be my individuality or my sense of being. I long to see that day, and I know this journey that takes me towards my peace, is all that I would remember in my embers of thoughtfulness. Yeah as they say, "Challenges are which make life interesting, and overcoming them is what makes life fruitful." 

Looking forward towards my dream.

Gagandeep Singh Vaid

Friday, 28 November 2014

Could you answer me?

I wonder, as I feel that why are these people around me, of this much importance for me? I ask myself that will they, ever stand for me when I am there in the lowliest phase of my life? When I would be in my greatest of all falls, would these people stand by me or give me shelter?

I often ask myself, why do I even believe in them, for love and affection just why? Am I so much deprived of love myself that I have to seek their presence around me, to give me peace of mind and soul? Who am I, and what is my identity I wonder. Why am I running in this world, for whom am I running? Wait, am I running for those people for whom feelings are nothing, or for whom feelings change now and then, or for whom someone's inability to do a certain task makes that person a butt of jokes and mockery? Why do I even talk to these people, is it because in order to live in this world, I am to talk to them, singing the carols of togetherness. Singing that togetherness is the only harmony.

I get my answers in all these thoughts, that I am someone. I am someone in this world to provide happiness to someone for whom I was everything. Who took care of me, and even does today, no matter what. That I believe in her than anyone else that I live for her goodness and happiness. For my mother. Who am I and what defines my identity, I ask myself now and again. I have no answer other than one reason that I just gave.

Otherwise, this world as far as I see is filled with thoughts of material harmony. Isn't it? Please answer me.

Gagandeep Singh Vaid

Guest blog by Kasak.

About the writer!
The writer known by a pen name, Kasak is a fitness freak, who does modelling and in his words, he is someone who, "emphasises on all experiences in life". He likes to travel and it is music that keeps him motivated. 


Credits: The song in this story, 
"Chahaten Dhoka hain
Meri Hasraton Ke aage.."
has been taken from the band, AAG.
Youtube link, for the song;

Nobody's worth living for.. (Part-1)

“Your performance starts in a minute! Are you ready?” The compere asks him in his usually tensed demeanor.
He looks up. His eyes are red and dry. At the first glance you see him; it becomes obvious that he is an insomniac. The dark circles cover a huge portion of his chiseled face. He is almost expression less. He gulps his half of neat vodka, covers it up with a brief cough and stands up straight.
“ Take it easy! Are you okay?” asks the compere, now out of concern.
“I’m alright Dude! When will you stop worrying so much? It’s not the first day and neither it’s the last that you’d be witnessing this. Relax!”
“At the speed your drinking capacity is increasing with each passing day, I doubt the last day might come sooner than you want it to!”
“Who cares man? Miss me when I am gone!” He winks and puts his guitar strap around his shoulder.
He closes his eyes, plays the chords and adjusts the tuning alongside his expressions. At last, with the desired sound coming in from the chords, tranquility sinks in and he steps on the stage.
“There you go motherfuckers! Applaud at my pain and cheer at my tears.” He thinks to himself as his fingers magically grip the chords and the notes begin to flow. His baritone compliments the instrument and the audience enters the trance ensued by the duo.
They all do as he says. Every Friday night it is almost sure that he will get double the crowd coming than the previous performance of his saw. Clubs and lounges throughout Delhi quarrel amongst each other to get him perform at their premises. Getting him means triple the usual sale even with no schemes, offers or happy hours. He is famous and deserves all the attention. Tonight Club ‘Kyro’ is esteemed by his presence. He obviously has his own reasons and is fighting a battle which nobody is quite aware of.
He can be flooded with money and women, but chooses to keep a low profile. He performs only once a week as it makes him a living for the seven days up ahead.  Music has never been the same since she left, but to him it has become more of a reason to vent his feelings, aspirations, hopes and emotions out, which had been obliterated long back.
The audience is mesmerized by his excellence and heartfelt flair. As he sings opening his soul out to the gathering, his name is constantly cheered on by the beautiful group of women sitting in the first row, getting up and close to their hero. They are joined by the rest of the crowd in no time. A field of vibrant energy resonates through the club.
“Rishit! Rishit! Rishit! Rishit!”  The number of flying kisses received by him from the fairer sex increases with each performance of his. The men appear to have already started the ‘war of chivalry’ with him.
As far as he is concerned, his eyes are closed, his fingers are doing all the magic and he is in a parallel reality, a world of his own.
"Chahaten Dhoka hain
Meri Hasraton Ke aage..

Kya tujhe roka hain
Jhoothi raahaton ne aake…

Khwashien Dhoka hain
Tu jinn ke peeche bhaage..

Jhootha Dikhava hain..

Mere Khwabon ke aage..

Khaali Ragon me tu bharde khoon

Phir se..
Jaaga Junoon.
Phir se…

Ke mein Haara Hoon
Phir se..

Ke mein tera hoon
Phir se…"

He opens his eyes. He is startled! The audience breaks down in a thunderous round of applause and the girls shout ‘Once More! Once More!’ in unison. He concludes by displaying his excellence on the guitar and the melody flows through, reaching the depths of every listener and creating an electrifying atmosphere in the club. On the other hand, he can almost feel the pain flushing out through his veins as his music is the only possible healing remedy available to him, even though temporary.

“Thank you guys! Love you all” he says as blows out a flying kiss to the crowd and steps down the stage. The girls look at him in awe and admiration.
His new found solace is short lived as he catches a glimpse of her. And worse, she is walking towards him.
“Hey! You were really awesome. I loved your performance” she says as he extends herself for a hug. He immediately steps back and withdraws. He shakes her hand instead.
“Why is this formality haan? Dude how many times do I tell you! So what if it’s over between us? WE CAN STILL BE FRIENDS! I have moved on in life and you should too.” She says and tries faking a smile.
“Rishit! I hate this okay! Talk to me!”
“What brings you here today?”
“Rishit? What kind of an absurd question is that? It’s your performance. I had to. See Abhi is here too today!” She says as she introduces both the men, which obviously isn’t a very good idea. They formally shake hands and pass a fake grin towards each other.
“As if! Anyway, thanks for coming guys, I appreciate.” He turns his back and starts walking towards the bar.
“At least be courageous enough to cherish the reality instead of running from it!” She shouts to him and immediately regrets. He turns back at her furiously.
“What is your problem? You see I am not necessarily interested in talking to you. ISN’T THAT CLEAR ENOUGH TO YOU? I am doing just fine and your concern isn’t needed!”
“Dude watch your tongue!” Abhi angrily retorts at him.
“Stay out of this!” He makes himself firm and looks deep into Abhi’s eyes. You do not want to mess up with someone who is ‘a half vodka’ aggressive. Abhi is signaled by her to calm down.
“ Rishit! Let us be mature about this. Whatever happened happened in the past. Just LET IT GO! We are proud of what you’ve achieved and it is certain that if you continue being so good, you are going to achieve your dream soon.” She fakes a smile again.
Rishit is in no mood for un- required words of encouragement. He looks at her with his small dark-circle clad eyes. Eyes which are way too small to hide the pain which subsides in his soul.
“Yeah right ‘LET IT GO!’ It is your fault so ‘LET IT GO’. You really deserve somebody doing the same to you as you did to me. Then I will ask you to ‘LET IT GO!’. Sounds fun! Isn’t it?” Abhi now looks at him with his fire lit eyeballs.
“I understand Rishit and I’ve apologized to you for that” Her head drops and she shrugs her shoulders in distress.
“Oh yes! Rip somebody off emotionally and then very conveniently ask for forgiveness. I mean how cool is that?” He says as he shrugs his shoulders. Abhi is now grinding his teeth and clenching his fists.
“Rishit, you can never change! I’m really done with your nonsense! Nobody can explain anything to you. You just aren’t ready to accept things as they are. I am happy with Abhi and you have to accept that.”
“I don’t really have a choice, do I? Obviously, my happiness doesn’t matter to you.  What about my pain? What about the shit you’ve put me through? Do you even have an idea of how my life is right now? Why would you anyway?  All you care about is yourself and your happiness! YOU ARE JUST A SELFISH BITCH! YOU GET THAT? WHY AM I EVEN REFINING MY WORDS FOR YOU? YOU ARE A SLUT! YOU REALLY ARE!”
Abhi steps forward to grab him by his collar but is stopped by her. He pushes her aside and smacks a punch on Rishit’s left cheek. Rishit falls on the ground with a crash. Everybody in the club looks at the scene, shocked.
“HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT TO HER? You bastard! Who would even want to be with an alcoholic like you! Just look at yourself! Next time, keep your words in check or I’ll kill you motherfucker!” Abhi says and finds himself held by two gigantic bouncers who are committed to the job in hand.
Rishit gets up, rubs his cheek only to find his lip cut and bleeding profusely. The crowd stares at him, distraught by what just happened. He smiles at the girls, who are now looking at him with sympathy. He picks up the pint of beer lying on the table beside him.
“So motherfucker? Your bitch is staying back here with me! That’s when you’re getting kicked out of here. Don’t worry I’ll keep her satisfied mate.” He winks at Abhi.
Abhi furiously breaks out of the bouncer’s grip and runs towards Rishit intending to land another punch on his face. Rishit steps behind and hits the pint of beer on Abhi’s forehead. Abhi is lying unconscious and bleeding on the ground.
“You can’t just mess around with ME! Nobody does that!” He says as he is held by the bouncers. The crowd looks at the scene, surprised. Seeing their favorite artist in a club brawl isn’t the most pleasant thing to witness, especially after a mesmerizing performance of his.
“FUCK YOU RISHIT! SERIOUSLY! Nobody can help you!  Look at what you just did! Nobody can ever stand you and your aggressive nature. You deserve this emptiness and you deserve the pain you are getting into. Go to hell!” She cries.
“You are right SHIVANI! You said it. Nobody’s worth living for!” He gives a wry smile as he is dragged out of the club by the bouncers.

Distraught, broken and bleeding, he finds himself sitting in a train. His silence is interrupted by a cracking masculine voice.
“Can I see your ticket sir?” asks the cracking voice.
“Umm.. I don’t have one.”
“Please get down at the next station then!” says the cracking voice, now irritated.
He gets up his seat and leaves towards the exit door. He feels the cold November breeze on his face coming in from the door, due to the rapid motion of the train. He wonders if the next station is far and he could stand there a little longer. He is interrupted by the same voice again.
“Sir, we will be at the next station in ten minutes. Please get down and pay the penalty before you do so!”
“Which is the next station?”
“Isn’t it possible to get a seat now?”
“Sorry sir! As you can see, the train is full. If there were seats available, I would have given you one.”
He takes out his wallet, only to find one five hundred rupee note in it. He discreetly hands over the note to the ticket checker and the ‘irritated’ cracking voice becomes a ‘sweet’ cracking voice.
“I will see if something can be done. Till then you can resume sitting at your earlier seat!” Winks are exchanged. The problem is solved.
“Where is this train going, by the way?”
His face illuminates with a nostalgic smile. The ticket checker takes leave. He stands on the berth door and lets the breeze embrace him for a while. He then returns to his seat.
“Nobody’s worth living for.” The painful incident reverberates in his mind until he drifts into a rare deep sleep.
Kasak, for Artist Address --
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Thursday, 27 November 2014

On faces and disposition 3.) Instrumental awakening.

I was a kid then, that everyday I had to go to the market to buy either my favourite 5 star chocolate or mangobite toffee. Like any other day, I went to market that day too. As I entered the general store, I greeted an old man, who was also the owner of the shop. I picked up items I were to buy and I had to pay fifteen rupees which I calculated in my mind, so I gave him a twenty rupees note. In return he gave me a ten rupees note. For a moment, I thought, if he had given me a discount, for being his regular customer. So, I happily left his shop, on the thought of being a special customer to him. But, althroughout my walk back home, I kept on thinking as to why did I not ask the man, on why he was charging five rupees lesser from me.

After much a thought, and after coming halfway the distance away, I turned back to his shop. I greeted the old man once again, and this time I returned him the ten rupees note that he gave me. He asked, what I was up to, and I told him that he had by mistake given me that note instead of five rupees. So, he took the note and returned me a five rupees coin. Then I turned back for my home. This time, there was nothing going in my head, but happiness in real sense. When, I had nothing to question myself about. There was no stress this time, and peace occupied my being. I cherished my act, and wondered what would have happened, had I not returned the five rupees which didn't belong to me. Maybe, I could have told myself that it was a discount, but I would be always assuming this thought. And, given the owner of the shop accepted his fault, it meant that he had actually made a mistake in making the calculation.

I kept on wondering on my way-back and even today that maybe, it was the old man's idea to see what I would do, given I was a regular customer to his shop. In this small act, I thought; I had passed the greatest test, to be not only honest to others, but in being that; I was honest to myself and it meant peace and joy to me. 

Tuesday, 25 November 2014

On faces and disposition. 2.)

Eyes of this little girl, who came to our house years back, when she came from her village, with her family. They were looking for work, whence they came. Few days later the mother worked as a maid in a household, whereas the father as a laborer, at the construction site. One day, her mother visited our place, and asked for work; this time, not for herself but for her little girl.

My mother was surprised to see this little girl, holding her mother's fingers; when her mother took her along to different houses in the locality, finding work for her daughter. My mother asked her to stay at our house, and found the gleaming eyes of the little girls' mother greet her yet again, in thanksgiving for my mother's agreement to employ her, and yes; that meant money at the end of every month to the lady, for her daughter's efforts. While, the girl went on to hide her face, moving behind her mother. She was scared, all I could see on her face and her disposition.

That was a day, I found to my surprise and jealousy, that how could a girl even shorter than me in height, and even younger to me, be able to earn applaud of my parents and I was not doing any hard work, than playing cricket in the park the whole day. That was the first time, I wondered how girls had to learn to work in kitchen, and not boys. I disliked this thought, and took a pledge in my heart of hearts, to learn how to handle the kitchen. I had been cleaning the dust laden tables, and windows on daily basis; but how could I match the girl's willpower? Although, I had found her to be little, fragile or maybe weak; but why was I fearful of her, I wondered why!

The next day, I had forgotten the face of the girl, as I must have thought her coming in my dream. I returned home, after my exam; and moved in to switched on the light, in the main hall. Soon, my feet had hit something that seemed very heavy; as I felt it hard hitting me, because I had carelessly moved my feet against it, hence the collision. The hurt was soon forgotten, when the frightened self of mine resisted the sight of the unknown. I had thought, there to be a cat, when I shouted at the top of my voice. As if I had hit, a cat that was quite big; and that thing also shouted back. Oh, thing, what? Was it cat or what! Shit.. What was it, that hit my feet then and it shouted back. Was it a cat? I hadn't even put the light on. Now, this was scary. In no time, I ran in; towards my mother's room and found the hall lightened. There was a girl smiling, and I went back and saw the same little girl, smiling yet amused of my innocence.

I was a bit taken aback as soon as I found that, I hadn't witnessed a dream but it was reality, and only a day back that I had caught her first sight. What had hit me was a tub full of water and she was cleaning the floor. I was amazed, and I didn't like her doing those little works, which the other woman came to do few days back. In the following week, my mother got her name enrolled in the nearby Government School. She would go to school in the morning and come to our home in the afternoon. Now, she didn't clean the floor but she helped my mother in kitchen, when she would prepare food. Often she would also clean the tables and do somewhat dusting, but her face was always smiling. With that gleam, that I had only earlier seen in her mother's eyes. I would along with my mother teach her, and help her complete her homework and in the evening she would return back to the place where she lived with her family. I never had a sister, but this time; I felt so happy to find  her taking care of my grandmother and mother, and keeping them entertained and happy all the time. She gelled so well with me too.

An year passed by, and then one day she didn't turn up for work. Once she expressed that she had dreamt of becoming someone educated, that she wanted to make her name in this world.  But, that day went that I didn't see her thereafter. I heard that her mother found a lady who was ready to give double the money my mother paid her, for the work she did at our home. So, her mother made her leave the school, and her dreams likewise.

It was today after nearly ten years that I saw her. She must be around seventeen years by now. She came to our home, while I was talking to the plumber, who was doing some maintenance work at home. I was surprised to see her eyes, she was sorry. Much to my surprise, she held a baby in her arms, whom she called hers. A little baby with soft features, her eyes in his eyes and I was all silenced. My eyes welled up with tears, I had never been like this. She said, "She had wanted to study, and that she wouldn't let the same happen to her child's life."


Saturday, 22 November 2014

Few broken patches.

Note: Few things in life never seem sorted. 
At times, life is so confusing. 
Maybe, because we don't want to settle things,
or to somewhere compromise. 
So, we end up not only hurting ourselves,
but also, hurting people attached with us.

Few broken patches.

It was light, in that day;
When they talked,
described their thoughts,
to each other, their ways.

As years of trust,
of belongingness had been,
they knew, they were there-
for each other, everyday.

Still, they fought that moment,
as her husband’s style had been,
that he was weak at heart,
that he had been like that always.
When, he would let others,
do him bad, and still would let it.
How could she let it be,
when he hurt himself, 
she was hurt too in degree.

Weak as he had been,
he fought with her on no matter-
she little deserved it, 
and he went away.
She felt too bad, but it was-
what she always did.
Whenever, he little understood-
what her point was,
what she had wanted to make.
She knew, that in every act of his,
he did hurt himself too;
but, she knew he would be back,
and after awhile, it would be,
all normal, as it had been-
for years and years hence,
since they were together,
in the bond of marriage.

The differences were there,
she couldn’t herself lessen,
it asked for his efforts too-
only if he understood, 
what her dreams were,
only of goodness for him,
and nothing else. 

She prayed to God, as she did-
it was her daily prayer, and she sung-
the rhymes in praise of the Lord.
She smiled, in the company of her-
friends. She distributed them sweets,
the Prasad. Yet, she waited for her,
husband to arrive in the evening-
from work. When all those differences,
of the day- would eventually lessen.
Yes, the way it had always been.

Yet, few differences couldn’t be sorted.
Yet, she had let it to be what it was like.
And, things were normal between herself-
and her husband. And, it was again-
how he did hurt her, every other day.
To hurt her, how he hurt himself,
but he didn’t quite understand.

It was how it was, her story to be.
Nothing much to be thought for,
it was all in life she had accepted.
To let the heart at pain, it was all,
how life was needlessly left to be.

Gagandeep Singh Vaid

Friday, 21 November 2014

Forging territories!

Your friend, your dream,
Take care of them, and gleam.
Who comes next, won’t matter,
As much as the love,
of your friends already by your side.

For who comes to you today,
not to forget, those who were with you,
New men, people come to you,
you talk to them, you like them,
as they like you.

Just to say, forge new links,
but don’t forget your best link,
your territory, your past dreams,
your people.
For they will always be,
as special and important to you,
as you are to them.

Gagandeep Singh Vaid

Thursday, 20 November 2014

On faces and disposition. 1.)

How many days have passed by, that I look at them. It's not about days now, but all over my life till today; I have found the men who guard this colony where I live, right there on time for their duty. It is night or it is day, they have worshipped their job, their work over everything else.

In the summer season, I find them sitting under the shade of the tree; and having an earthen-pot placed next to their seat, from where they can drink cold water, amidst the scorching blaze of the winds. In winters, I find them in sweaters and jackets, putting a muffler round their necks, and covering their heads; oh, how cold it gets to be. 

In the early morning at five, when I would go to the Gurudwara, they would be awake, opening the main gate for me, and with smiling faces give a lovely start to my day. In my return back home I would seldom share the Prasad with them, and it always felt so great, a feeling to be. I remember, whence in childhood; they would come to our home, to take a jug full of tea, which my father would provide for them, without fail. It felt glee and peace of my inner chords, of love and togetherness. 

There was always this connection with them, from handshaking with them, while I would return home from school, as well as while leaving for school in the morning. So much so, they would often accompany me till my bus stop in the morning, as I was a little boy. Along those memories, I have a memory of my father buying me Chocos Biscuits, before leaving for the school. I remember one day, when I was returning from my school, and being a little boy without much sense of the world, I had a two rupee coin which I presented to the guard, an old man; I thought he was in need of money. I did so, as we shook hands. He felt the coin in my hand and smiled, he put it back to my hand, and pressed it between my fingers and palm of my hand. I went back home, and realised that it was not needful to do so. I was too young, to help him; even if he was in penury or poverty. I knew, my face would be enough to bring smile to his face. 

Every time, I see them today; they are not the same men who were a decade or two back, but yes; the connection is same. Yes, their love and respect for us is the same. Even today, I see them pedalling their way back to home in the morning, as the men from the next shift come in; I feel closer to them. I know, how they don't sleep at night, so that we sleep without any fear. We know, they are there. 

Wednesday, 19 November 2014

About a journey!

This point,
this very point.
He wakes up,
from the dream,
that had been-
upon him, enshrined!

It was not,
what he would,
call for himself,
a shade, to let-
his morals down!

Dampness was,
even a chance,
an opportunity now;
that it had come to him.
It seemed above all negativity,
For, it was auspicious.
In a way, it was-
a reflection of self;
that, the real world,
had met his-
fantasy sped gaze.
It was peace,
peace after long-
a time that had stretched.
Now, an awakening,
to him did prolong.

The skies were clear,
thoughts were confident,
his reality had been-
his answer to his questions.
Questions, that were-
asked, and asked in tones,
resplendent, and pure.
Only if those knew,
that, imagery and the real,
were different connotations.

When someone tried,
to explain it to him;
he used to be silent then,
but he knew, it would come,
what he was waiting for.
So, he followed his instincts,
to let the lessons come his way.

Lessons of life, no one could deny.

Many men came,
who passed his gaze,
who talked to him lots-
and went away, the next state.

It was, all in learning-
of how the world worked.
Now, after getting a blow,
at the same instant,
It was, one's nature,
to counter, accept or deny.
What if, it had hit him bad-
he did counter that emotion,
held on to himself strong.

It's how one learnt, he thought;
and swept away, that road,
to the next lane, to reach his dream.
Dream, that elated him earlier,
that elates him now. For what,
came and what left, was the past.
What remained always,
was his dream, and his confidence.
That, he would make it big one day,
to the stars. He had it in him,
It was, the magic in his slate, his faith.


Gagandeep Singh Vaid

Love is togetherness.

Summers, oh shine;
oh, beauty sublime.
Your nature, so special,
a place in heart dwelled.

The descriptions,
the essence of the breeze,
it all touches the intense,
of one's being.

Fruits, oh nature;
beautifully you dress,
love in every hue,
you bless forth to feel.

As you leave,
and the winters come.
Every breeze kisses,
as it flashes by the dreams,
of the earlier transitions,
when summers went,
leaving space for winters,
to dine. From t-shirts,
now to sweaters and coats,
oh born fire I see,
as the street I walk.

Mornings so compose,
grab me enough, that I feel-
my presence, my every footstep.
Chill attires its disposition-
so grave, that it brings smile,
as peace resides. In every walk,
a chat with self builds,
to acknowledge, the leaves,
the shelter of the trees,
as we walk the parks.

Every passer-by, is a friend-
this chilly season. For,
the seasons are same-
for everyone. Yet, a lesson-
for life is taught, that nature-
never differences with its love.
It's how we humans create,
such sub-divisions on Earth.
Belonging to the same world,
how we walk different paths.
Paths of wrongdoings, whilst-
many men follow the roads,
to righteousness and love.
They survive, but the thought-
of being harsh and cruel,
affects the world peace.

Wait and pause, how does-
that very anger do you good?
When dreams are broken,
for the materialistic world to be.

Why not allow happiness-
to reach your way, and let it-
reach to more and more men,
whom you meet and see,
in everyday, under the sun.
Well, they all have dreams,
of love, of togetherness-
only if you can peek, and see-
into their hearts. Those,
who walk alone long miles.
They walk to look for peace,
so let them feel the bliss,
in their faith, that yes;
love shall win, and it wins.

Live with the seasons,
celebrate, and take care-
for the seasons of nature,
give you a lesson, that-
in togetherness is every-
difficulty erased, but in-
being different to others-
only lets you, be lonely,
without the most precious-
gift, of love.

Gagandeep Singh Vaid

Tuesday, 18 November 2014

Where will you find her?

Heart is wishful, but to say,
she deserves respect,
don't add on to her dismay.

The day starts later for you,
It starts earlier for her;
She prepares the children,
for the school, whilst sun rises.
Not because its' her work,
but the reason is, she loves.
Loves her family, her children.

Do not fright her,
if you find something out of order.
Bring a smile to her face,
And your heart will also smile.
A day shall be as lively,
as a childhood dream once,
you had seen, oh 'twas fantasy,
but reality can be a gem too,
only if you wish it to be.

In your hands, is this today.
You make it adorned with goodness,
or you make it an evil essence,
it's in your hands, this today.

When he left her, alone..

Do, whatever you please the best,
but wait; you will realise it now or later,
that true happiness was to walk with her,
and not to leave her all alone,
when she was waiting for you..
to hold her hand, when she needed you.
She needed you, not because otherwise,
she couldn't have walked.
The reason was, that she knew-
her peace would be, with a smile on your face.
A smile, when your heart was happy too-
the real happiness, being in your togetherness.

I heard, you walked away from her.
I know, since then, your life is strange.
Strange as a faded star, a dream broken.
Only, if you had stood by her,
she could have given you her love,
to tell you, a failure was alright,
that she was there by your side.
Alas! You referred to her love,
as her weakness- this now shows you,
how weak your thoughtful tendency,
had been. That through all this time,
how much you lost from your life.
And you didn't even worry about,
how much she lost because of you.
Not only the times, she could have-
celebrated in tones of merriment,
but also, she lost her love, her faith-
that was in you. You don't know,
you hurt her, and you hurt yourself.

This is your story, this is your sadness;
that you can carry, but now where-
will you find her?
You lost her, who had wanted to find-
a family in a bond, as strong as her faith.
Now, where will you find her?


Gagandeep Singh Vaid

Monday, 17 November 2014

towards glee.

Seldom, the eyes water.
To read my poems,
I remember every situation,
Every time that I wrote,
Every time that I prayed.

A lot was there in my heart,
I had wishes to say it all,
Yet, music had its own blend,
It's own tone, that went up,
that went down, as emotions.
Sometimes, all glitter 'twas,
Sometimes, array of dismay.
What was mine, what was not,
was just an illusionary substance;
In me, my heart; a million dreams,
a lot to express, a lot to feel.
Yet alone, everyone had-
their own a journey, it was how-
life came, and I accepted it.

To stand at the shore,
to witness the sea waves prolong.
Whether love was like that,
that it came, and didn't return,
from where it came- like the waves;
it would be such a beautiful dream.
Well, in life; we never know,
what tomorrow has in store.
Only what we know is that-
there is love in every walk,
that we pass or our life takes along.

In this limited time, we are here,
let's not be forgotten in our grief,
but transcend all the harmony,
with our words, our actions-
that we can blossom in our lives.
Because, that's the only way,
to a peaceful, yet sans expectations,
an upbringing of one's life to be.

Sunday, 16 November 2014

a chat with my love....

murmurs of my dreams,
do enchant within-
and outward of my presence.

i am not a distant bird-
to fly in an unknown territory.
i am yet a man in love,
and i know, it’s not meant-
for only this day, but forever.
i know, this love is as lively-
as the essence of the fresh breeze.

for, whenever my love,
be ever pondered about;
it would be as priceless,
as a divine state of mind.
when, a lot to dream of,
a lot to be proud of- 
strikes the mind.

those days, had their own-
such orient and smile.
that a lot many murmurs,
combine even today,
when their bells ring, and 
the lyres of love rhyme.
the first face is of those days,
where enough images stand,
to greet me, as i cherish them.

a mile to walk, or a mile to run,
it is the pleasant feeling that tones,
to bring my faith in goodness,
ever beautiful and gleaming back.
oh, maybe i had lost it, but it is,
still there in me; and i am glad,
that my innocence still remains in me.

gagandeep singh vaid 

a mark of respect

someone's love,
someone's eyes;
someone's toil,
someone's sacrifice.

love is behind the every act, 
every slice of life.
how you wonder,
for what is honesty- and,
what stands in malign.

every man's heart,
has a dream that bears,
little wishes that sprout,
wishes that appear;
to reach for the skies,
life's magical inward portrayal.

a salute casts, respect endears.
well, this life is won,
as every endeavour steers.        

gagandeep singh vaid 

yesterday, today and tomorrow..

hurts, oh hurts,
every broken dream.
surfs and sights,
life's every bend,
be it a cheer or,
a mark of grief.
what is ever hidden?
for reality of life blooms,
with the truth.

when a drop,
when a wink;
doesn't but erase,
the grief of the past,
for times lived once,
forever do last,
be it for the future date to reflect,
or in the present,
a blink of yesterday does surpass.

few call it experience,
others call it one's perspective,
of the world.

gagandeep singh vaid

Saturday, 15 November 2014

care by mother earth.

no words are known,
when love is but born.
in the impressions,
and the essence;
of the world so blessed.

cats and dogs play on the ground,
they play as children in glory,
expressing their love and longing,
to converse with their mother earth.

on the ground you see,
flowers bloom with the seeds.
the leaves, the branches,
and the trees, when life enables
with consistency.

dearest self!

a longing to meet thee,
oh, my artistic soul;
a move to contemplate the remaining's,
of the love within my heart.
for, it is my basis of life,
that i don't want to part.

wish me, my dearest beauty,
your being is as amiable,
as to a man, his dream is;
in the similar lines, your presence,
means to me glitter and warmth.

oh dearest heart, walk with me,
along my passage,
my journey that awaits me.

gagandeep singh vaid

Thursday, 13 November 2014

a dream of love

his eyes,
his son's dreams.
how he wishes,
for his child to be good in health.

how this man works,
even harder, to earn his bread.
how this man listens,
to whatever the world asks him.

there is a heart, that hurts;
there is a dream that fades,
with this world, a lot is lost.
someone's smile, whereas,
someone's peace is stolen.

it is all related,
it is starting and ending;
with people only,
at either sides;
a game is played,
this instrument called life.

someone is as rich,
someone is poor..
someone in terms of money,
someone in terms of values.

it is, all life is like,
in this way of the world.
that we all are learners,
as we all are in this journey.
we seldom hurt people,
and get hurt likewise.

sometimes, we make a sacrifice,
whereas sometimes we sit on others' toil.
all we need to do is to give it a thought,
to give a chance to every other being.

well, to go without touching a soul,
with love and affection is to be,
a spirit unknown of its presence,
and its spellbound creativity.

being who you are, don't go like this;
for express yourself, and find your name;
in the notebook of love, in the hearts;
of people whom you meet, express yourself,
the power of your love, your art.

gagandeep singh vaid

His eyes, loyal..

His eyes loyal,
His wishes little,
His dreams not many,
Two times meals- that is all.

He works for hours,
Under a man- for a man;
who takes away the profit,
makes him do all work.
Yet, he abuses him to go,
to leave, when almost-
all work is but done.

It hurts as much to see,
what he goes through;
but doesn’t want to show,
for his life, and its reality,
bites him every moment-
still, he has a hope.
A hope to find work,
the next day. His work,
isn’t appreciated, although-
people ask for his work,
the most,
with hours of labour,
hours of midnight oils he burns-
Yet, the mischief done is put,
unto him by his master,
who is good enough in power,
unlike him.

It would be about another day,
a newer conflict with life;
when a new employer,
would do him the same;
to his already torn off heart-
more bullets would be shot at-
because that is the way of the world,
the society in general.

What to say, what not to say,
Heart to self does whisper.
Why were you born here,
when no one is yours ever?
People show you, their fright-
their incapabilities are put at you,
you work greater, with your heart-
and soul in your job, still the mindset-
falls about to be, 
well, again; to say, this is that society.

He wakes up the next day,
bereft of a sound sleep-
he goes about the shops and crosses,
yet again, the same- and many newer roads,
in quest to find another work of labour-
and yet he could find two meals for the day.

Gagandeep Singh Vaid 

The last sail~

Isn’t a bad idea.
Is a virtue.

Life is as easy,
being yourself-
when you live,
for yourself-
and your dreams.

Many, a people-
won’t agree to this.
But, the way you’re,
isn’t always meant-
to be, of a loser.
That, you win-
with giving up at times.
When, it’s not meant for you,
It is alright to let it go.

It hurts, but for a little time,
for much time, it gives-
enough peace and relief.
Relief, over the fact who you’re,
when being yourself is greatest.

No one, to long for-
No one, to ask for-
but to live your life,
in your very way.

At the end, to heart-
the mind says, that-
yes, it’s not easy,
but it is for the good.

So, let it breeze into-
your soul that looks at you,
with open eyes, and the-
oceanic dreams deep within.
Whatever life lived was,
a holy past. 
Now what to appear,
is a life full of stars-
stars that shine, that twinkle-
and celebrate one’s love;
the love with self and dreams,
that is left in our walk to be.

Gagandeep Singh Vaid

Wednesday, 12 November 2014

A dream, A flair.

Her kiss was as loyal,
as her heart was for him.
When her eyes said it all,
as he heard her,
in her saying.

Few truths of life-
few dreams could only,
but meet- where no one else,
had a say- or had known what to say.

There was silence,
the peace they shared;
when the world around them,
was as fierce, and harming,
they were along, there;
sitting and enchanting,
for bliss to fall and lighten,
every day with love, and glory.
They had long dreams,
until, it was the parting,
of their seamless love story.
The times, had passed by,
The distance had been long-
still that touch, the vibes-
steered with the days, 
in memories, in far sight-
of the dreams so loyal.
When life was a gift,
a magical portrayal, 
to be. 

Dreams were dreams,
that no one could but erase.

being who she is. ;)

a person as beautiful-
a person as happy- being who she is.
happy in her ways, to live life-
the way she imagines goodness,
to be in this world. when no harm, 
can strike off her faith, in love and harmony,
but every day with as much warmth, she wishes,
the morning with as much flair, and compose-
that the winds rub her eyes, and greet her, likewise,
with the freshness and vibrancy, of a morning so lively. 

she's a lover of beauty and humanity.


the magical instruments.
Your sight,
is your understanding,
of this world.

Now how can,
someone take away-
all of your dreams,
all your sight of this world
from you?

You know, what happens?
Umm.. you quite well know that.
When your heart breaks,
It is all about that.

To lose, 
a fantasy is one thing.
To lose,
yourself, your dream;
is the greatest thing.

That moment,
when you see yourself,
as a loser.
Loser, you;
for being who you are.

Many-many a times,
For the good you had-
and the bad your good
was made to be.

When you deserved it,
the least;
when you deserved,
the best,
but you don’t get even,
near to what you deserve.
Rather, it is the opposite,
that you get, in that time.

Does it really mean,
that you are a loser?
Does it really mean,
the world is better, than you?

Even if it is better,
does it matter to you?

If it does, then why? 
Who are they?
Do they define, some level;
that all of us, have to reach?
Who are they?

For that matter,
whoever they are?
The people who mock at you?
Don’t they see that everyone,
like everyone has a shortcoming..
Still, with those shortcomings
people are perfect in being, 
who they are, they are at peace.

Peace, they say is the greatest.
The ornament, that makes you,
dream of love- and contemplate,
understand this world- a better.
Also, to stay strong- that it,
doesn’t bite you. That you live,
in your very present, in reality.
That in fantasy world, you not,
dissuade, and then dissolve,
that you stay happy with your

Yes, that’s what matters,
to not give a damn-
over what, the world thinks.
When you know, you’re not wrong,
or hurting someone along;
in your acts, your behaviour,
your attitude of this world.

Many a times, in our lives;
we have to make decisions-
and those decisions are to be quick.
I may have to ignore one thing,
for the other one- taking in view,
what is right to be and what not,
not just for a small time frame,
but for the long enough walk-
that one is to carry in one's life. 

Success or not,
at the end of each day;
what matters is,
that you stay strong-
even with your weaknesses,
you stay yourself.
Wishing to change for good,
making efforts-
but still if it doesn’t come your way,
it’s not the end of your walk.
The walk is long, remember that,
beautify it- as much as you can.

Gagandeep Singh Vaid

Sunday, 9 November 2014

True love!

Every moment, 
they had a thought. 
Every moment,
I thought why,
they thought so much?

They talked this,
they talked that.
Unhappy still,
Wealthy brats.
Whisky, oh wine,
oh dance, oh parties;
oh victory, oh money;
where is the peace,
the day sunny?

Definition of victory,
lies in your path-
to make more name,
to enjoy the fame;
but where is peace,
I look for that.

A child lives truly,
nothing is there that
makes one tensed.
She can sense beauty,
in the raindrops that 
touch her eyes, her face.
When colours of flowers
festoon enough love,
in her heart, she’s a child,
the happiest being there.

Amongst the many,
many men and women;
who dream of success,
while forgetting the power,
of silence and one’s peace.
This girl doesn’t belong,
to them, their company.
For, she’s innocent, 
innocent as a flower, 
pleasant as the garden
breeze. To her, her silence,
and her peace are foremost,
the joys- in her toys,
in her fairy dreams, in her
magical sight of the world,
that never in reality is.
She’s young, she’s kind,
happy, and lover of seas.

One day, she would grow,
she would figure how it is.
The world of dreams, and
the world that stands to be.
Wars, and tensions- world
devoid of the sentiments,
of peace. Oh, until then,
let her dream and be;
who she is. For maybe,
she can make this world,
like her dreams, of fairy
ideals and lovely sentences,
a land of happiness can be,
standing with pillars of
her will- and her blessing.

Gagandeep Singh Vaid