Snippets of the mind by Gagansvaid

Your presence shall remain, In our hearts. Your magic, your smile, Bear every reason to remember you. It is always a newer beginning, Older one's leave behind a legacy. A life lived with head held high, While burning the midnight oils. Now you leave the sight of your land, But as they say, "Every leaf has its fall", likewise in your going, You have given others 'yourself' to look up to, The freshness and blossom of yours, Shall mingle in our world, a direction, To continue your legacy of art, With our artistic variations- To see you smiling and proud of us.

L ove to see your face dearest man, In this silence of your faceless smile- I appreciate the beauty of your being. Your sophistication, the art in you, Soothes me, gives me your touch. Ever resplendent your thoughts, Pour a bottle full of emotions- Wherein lay your trust and values. I keep them intact in me- That I feel you interacting with me, The blossom of our memories occur, Blessing me with confidence, And honest, positive spirits of love.

Leaves of the tree are silent green, Inner and outward exist the patches- That form the fullness of its being. A landmark for every bee, A place to hide for every ant. It stands high, with leaves that shelter- The inhabitants of it and the passersby! Who could imagine that a small plant, Could do so much magic and prosperity. So, I would also suggest you plant this much glee, In the form of a plant that builds upon a tree.

He pressed my head, Listened to my heart. He knew me far much- Than I knew myself. He doesn't agree, Of knowing me more- Than I know myself. He is modest, I know- He is like the genial, A spirit most humble! He knows me for over- Two years. Quite less, quite more, We have spent times- In each other's company, And today those- Memories revive! In his arms I lay, As he presses my head- And I sleep in peace, He wants that I live long, He knows that I am happy, Being in his presence warm.

Headaches are bearing tough on me, Coldness is eating me up. A land, a road of peace I look up to, Yet I am incapable to breathe easy! I thought I would dwell in silence, Silence of senses even in crowded places; But no, I am having a hard time with myself, Like a body devoid of solitude. It just moves by, asking the Lord- To grant it some ability to take care of itself. For it is sad that its soul has to go through a lot, In order to find a ray of last hope. It appears that the time moves by, And there is no one to listen to me. Maybe with this I shall learn to live, Or get low and low in the left phases of my life.

By, Kasak Image Source:   http://www.futurehope.net/ At this weird stage in life, I find myself perplexed. Perplexed by the future which lies ahead, perplexed by the choices I have to make. I am mainly trying to balance myself in my battle with societal norms and constraints. As a third year student of Delhi University, all I see ahead is mystery ahead of my B.A degree. I am tangled in the yarn ball of my career, social life and the other shit life is going to throw at me for the next forty years (If I manage to live that long!). I meet friends and acquaintances who are in the mental paradox of having everything sorted for them. They believe their 9 to 5 job is the only way there is to live a comfortable life and how I am being an idiot for believing that my heart is leading me somewhere. My parents blabber endlessly about how my friends are going to surpass me with their huge mansions and luxury cars; whereas I will prove to be a nuisance to my family (obviously the day...

Hey you, your eyes of solitude, Incur to me the sight of magic. Hey you, whose wisdom stands high, Why not you listen to me? Yes, I am talking to you, Do you understand, my voice? Why are you perturbed, When I am there for you? Just pick up a pen, And let me breathe in you. Write on paper, And ease yourself.

Yes, the question which is raised is that whether you are working as an intern at the right place or not? These days when new startups are coming up—people with entrepreneurship spirits are trying their bit to launch their ideas. So, can they fulfil all their motives by themselves or do they need some backup in this regard? Backup comes in the form of people (human resource), in the form of funds (from investors) and just a launching pad (the idea). Image Source:  http://www.wagehourinsights.com/intern.jpg How do most of these ideas work? Take for instance if a college graduate or a college student has an idea—so to build upon that idea, one would need people to backup. Right? So, there is a need to accept interns—where the company explains their working to them and in return gets its work done. It can be about content writing for instance in the current scenario many businesses flourish from social media, and there would also be need of marketing both at offline and on...

Why did you have to behave this way as if, it is least of your concerns? It was unexpected of you, but now I feel I should stop expecting from people who were acquaintances to me—if not good friends. Why does one take something for granted just because it is accessible very easily? If you did not have to put in efforts to get in this club, this does not mean—you would not put efforts even now? You have to show your presence, in a positive manner and not in a contradictory, negative manner. If a person is advising you, it does not mean—you have to stand adamant. We are not expecting anything from you other than completion of your work on time. Because you are running away from your responsibilities. If you have a lot of work, it does not mean others are sitting free—without any work! You have to understand it. And if you are not able to understand or bear with us—then you are free to leave, than merely being there—without putting any serious efforts to make things happen. Believe me,...

A ChocoOze Ride! Many a times, when in sadness or in glee—it is often said that chocolates are the best company. There was a time when for me, the meaning of a chocolate was a "sweet and sugary" item to eat. The delicious item was something for which girls longed, and people greeted or gifted one another with.   Researches say, that chocolates are great "mood lifters".  A Jar Full of Love To be very honest, I would say— my chocolate fantasy started when one fine morning in college one of my friends  gave me a yummy chocolate treat. It was after ages that I was eating chocolate. I remember I replied to her— "Drishti, can I have one more piece of this chocolate?" She instantly asked me, "Hey, which flavour did you try?" I was confused, since I was not aware of the flavour's name much. I said, "It was in the pink wrapper." On hearing this, she stared at me with grave expression of amazement. Maybe, at my innocence or my ...

Our daily fights happen because of people, As if, they decide our fates and the picture- of our bond, our relationship. I get lost in my bay of confusion, of why do we react the way we do? Is not there any level of understanding, or guide to let us out of melancholy? I go on wandering like my older self, silent, yet aggressive within myself; When there rages a fire, inextinguishable, I try to stay calm, yet I am puzzled, thinking if it is an end once again for us? Why does it happen that I feel lonely, While being in the company of many? Why is it that I wait for the stars, to lighten me, with pearls of honesty? Why am I not fulfilled, when I can dive- ride in the skies of joy and sincerity? Wait, I will try writing another poem, Maybe that shall draw me closer to her- Closer to her living, her dreams and her thoughts. Well, I bid you bye dearest reader, For I have to make up for the day- that has logged itself in crystals of dismay! Let me dream optimism, ...

Voices dilute and cremate in the inner patches of my soul. When I felt, I could say all what I had in my heart to you, Did you take away from me, all my sunshine and faith.  When I felt, I could be complete with your presence, you left a hole, emptiness in my intense.  I felt I could configure the glory of the skies,  and I understood that I had been wrong.  Not that you had changed, but I had changed too; Because we were killing the person in either one of us, one the lover of symphony and other, the lover of thrill in life.  Trying to alter each other, the way it was not possible. -- Gagandeep Singh Vaid