Snippets of the mind by Gagansvaid

”gham hai iss baat ka,  ki tumhare zikra me ab hum nahi.. khushi iss baat ki hai, ki tumare liye ab hum hum nahi..” -gsv —   “likhenge iss raat hum kaafi panne, agar kuch kar sako to do   gilaas paani k rakh jaana.. aaj nashe ki baat pani se hogi” -gsv — koi gham se darta nahi.. vo to ek gehna hai..   jisko ek baar ho jaye, sadabahaar ho jata jai -gsv — bass iss raat yehi kahunga, ki tumse kisi aur din milunga.. tab tak ijaazat -gsv -- "shayad mera na hona ek lakeer hai, aur tumhara na hona..  ek kabhi na banne wali tasveer.." -gsv

bid me byes, i am in a rush to meet the stars and the angels

this night will break all records, this night i'll write a story, and someone special will read it.

tonight we won't talk, we will feel the distance.

i was crying, but as soon as i saw your picture, i felt a friend talking to me. 

today i lose, tomorrow i will win; i say to my sleep cycle.

my words went to the lighthouse, to find motivation. bringing back waves, from the first time i loved.

it goes dim,  it lights up; it sits,  it walks; it cries, it dreams; it roars, it breaks; it talks, it rests; what do you think, is today?

a blank slate of life is you.  a picture without emotions is you.  a motionless bird in the sky is you.  still you dare to exist, someone special is you!

who am i and what defines my identity are two different things. i wear the colours which no longer express my real sentiments, yet i carry them forward.  some days don't have much meaning attached to them, yet they remain special. some days pass in dismay. life's struggles don't appear to end. even with celebration comes a need to put a thousand more efforts. you have to keep digging for knowledge, for it is massive. it is a lot. it is endless, like a river flows. you have to catch the stream, you have to reach the shore. you need to find what forms you. master it. be your own hero! the one you look for others, that one has to be you.

Beginnings are beautiful..  in some cases, it is a heart which falls for someone.. and that moment remains special forever!  Whether you are able to convey your love or not, the feeling and memory attached to you stays dear to the heart. You can't really walk away from it for longer. And even if you do.. the love gets better like wine gets better with age.  But here I talk about the first love.. the first time you gave your heart to someone.. or maybe it could be third or fourth time you had a crush on a girl. It is always some one special person who takes away you heart like none other.. haha yeah I talk from experience and as I write, her face dazzles in front of my eyes.. as if she's around.  As I hear, she is in Singapore.  Not far, but why does it even matter. It doesn't really.. we have matured up. She probably doesn't even know I still think about her. The last time we talked was when I told her that I had liked her. It took me strength to tell her my feelings bu

In a random rush of thoughts and feelings, I tend to express myself. The moment when I sit to work on my laptop, and open Chrome browser and I see Instagram icon at the left side. I open it and find a red colour 1 appearing above my messages box. I open it in expectation of someone dear writing to me. Most of the times those are forwarded posts of various digital creators; and sometimes Youtube videos as well. I look into them and send back my reaction to my friends. That goes as a custom, to let them know how I felt checking something they had sent.  Then again I see 1 appearing on the messages box, but this time there is no such message. I check the General as well as Primary messages section and I sit to realise that all of it was actually a mistake by the browser. I refresh to be sure, it was a mistake by the browser. This practice goes on for sometime, because deep down I expect someone to strike a conversation. But no, there is not one. I try to read a book of a gangster, I pick

Learning from past mistakes is very important. Else, we know the results already. It is necessary to keep your life in your hands; every decision must be supported with convincing ideas. That is how you can nurture growth for your greater good. (Actually that lesson is for me. I am writing it here for anyone to utilise the opportunity to think, reflect and act accordingly.)  If one path didn't work for you, it means, you need to take up another path with full faith. That's how great ideas collect together to become success stories. So believe in your spirit's message, it is your guardian angel. Take the message to action, and define your growth. Until next time!  Good day. -  Gagandeep

Looking into the dark passages within oneself, walking into the empty street, we echo thoughts of all the extremes. Some find anger as a company, some find tranquility as a revelation to explore how beautiful life. Both are fighting and finding an inward battle of existence. The happier ones aren’t forever happy, the sad one’s aren’t forever sad. With time situations change and so does the mental frame. It’s okay!  The pendulum of life takes us by surprise, especially when the control in our own life is lost. That’s when we need to speak up, not hide our thoughts to ourselves. Hopes of a better tomorrow should stay!   💗 -- Gagandeep

Art keeps us sane, Expression unwinds us,  Belief strengthens us, Clutter examines us; Yet we exist in our  displeasure & hope, for every day better  than yesterday.  Every struggle lesser than what we have already felt.  We exist  because we believe the best of us is yet to come. -- Gagandeep

the night echoes in silence it’s voice is heard at the far shores of the sea the mariner smells the homecoming of sunny spells of atmospheric bliss. he sits down by the shore wondering about the good old days when nature came at even hours until the revolution paved its way with people getting busier engrossed by the screens industries fuming wastes into expanse of the seas trees getting chopped off to feed the humanity.  oh we have come so far he smiled by himself and took on his vehicle  into the sea in the dark of night he could not wait  but meet his lover the voice of the night  in his favourite season. - gagandeep singh vaid

Every night before sleep meets my mind to rest, I remember her in my selected thoughts. She is generous, a lady of her words, how well she carries herself - I can go on complimenting, and I know as much as it can make her shyly smile, can she be equally irritated with so much of love, that she never plans to accept. Yet this lover's heart shall sing poems in her memory - to sleep with a heart-full of love and friendship as she calls it. Every story of pals doesn't necessarily fructify to the bond of love; for love as a term, has varied meanings, for me, for her, for you - dear Reader! I leave this story with you, to narrate to your beloved, and appreciate him or her in your life. Because 'love' should be treasured everyday irrespective of external things in life. - Gagandeep Singh Vaid

Someone's smile is infectious,  Someone's heart is gold.  Small incidents can embark upon relationships worth a thousand walks more.  That is what a moment does when vibes connect, communication grows.  Every day is a journey,  lived alongside our bros.  - Gagandeep Singh Vaid

I recognise her dupatta clad style in every lady who walks past me, in this sunny day at the Humayun Tomb. Once we had walked our paths, and she had smiled back at me with the shyness of a lover and cleverness of a friend. I knew she had a thing for me, although it was never said in words. To reciprocate that kind of a feeling, I often come to sit here especially in the sunny days. I know this season was always our favourite one, we would not be afraid ever to walk endlessly through the greens of the Lodhi Gardens. The length of Lodhi Road that stretched towards Nizamuddin Dargah & Humayun Road felt completeness. Utmost pleasure, sophistication and fullness of our bond can still be smelt along these passages. Decades have passed since our last walks here, but the roads are still the same. So is the love and friendship that transcends all times. 

Whenever I feel low, I feel like writing; why doesn't that happen when I am like happy? Is art only meant to express grief? That's a question I must address. Yes, art is a healer - but does it mean, we come to it only when we feel broken? No, that's not right. So, let's sing today, to all the good moments I missed today in wake of the challenging ones. The warmth had come to me, I had been hesitant to accept it. But now I will create a chorus of happy tones, that shall begin from my face - transmit to words & to your eyes. The world will be much better, to see the good side of me. Because today I choose to be happy, and happiest for existing, and penning this right now. If you're reading this, then please thank the spirits for giving you the opportunity to stop by & appreciate how fulfilling love is. - Gagandeep

"I'll sit under the tree waiting not for you but the memories. The sky follows different hues, from white, grey, pink and blue. Far off you go while here I stay, life has changed routes without our say. The light keeps changing, and I'll keep finding my way!" - Gagan

Life has much of work to do,   not because I am the busiest of all,  but because I am still finding out directions in life for myself.  There is a deep calling which I am following daily, although I have realised what exactly my passion is, what my skills and qualities are.  What has worked out the best in all these times is, the thought, that I have agreed to change myself. That I have understood that I need to wait and reflect, what is right and not for myself. And that,  I can make wrong decisions. There is no denying this important fact. But that is how we grow, I realise.  There can appear some confusion on my face, but deep inside, it is the joy of finally reaching the shore I had set for years back. And it feels good for a moment, to appreciate the journey that has been. I am grateful for the experiences that life brought me, the insult that I faced. It ’ s for real. It made me grow multiple times as an individual, and it still bring

Hello there! I wrote two content pieces I would like to share with you. 1. My dreams aren't much aligned with my pretence of positivity - for they are composed of a darker pretext I don't want to accept. I want to pause them, but when I realise I could, my eyes open up to realise the dream is over, I have seen it all. Mostly those dreams are forgotten, but what does one do when every night it's the same story. What follows next is questioning to self that what's really the problem - why those fears, then I write to ask the demons to escape but I hear that I am myself the demon - how can I escape myself? Well, that's a solid question & the answer so far I have found is in writing it all down, bringing out all grudges if I ever had & be a man as free as the winds - well, that's the real DREAM. 2. Blankness is unique in every sight, it sends thoughts in multiple clothing each time - some pinch hard, some surpass as cool breeze of the winters turn

Seasons are waiting for you, to unwrap their warmth, chill, rawness on you.. There are times you write, and times you choose to walk your way,  in an unending tryst with your own self.. You meet men & women who 'familiarise' with your journey, for they appreciate your class of folks.. being themselves similar to you.. and you know that moment,  the 'place' you belong.. & still choose to leave again sooner.. for you were meant to live, love & laugh, through the wide expanse of nature & art.. forever & ever.. in the hat of a wanderer who found himself in unknown faces.. smiles .. longing.. -- Gagandeep Singh Vaid