Snippets of the mind by Gagansvaid

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