Snippets of the mind by Gagansvaid

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