Snippets of the mind by Gagansvaid

 I dream of love,  and it dreams of me -  oh how jovial,  this feeling is.  My ears ring sounds, which might not exist -  My mind feels sensations, of some heavy rift.  Yet we find our peace, in some solitary Abbey's! Where lightning emits poetry, and clouds pass by in a spinny;  it is a warm yet cold mystery, waiting to unfold in a jiffy.  It's life, they say,  we never question, 'who are they' -  for we are lost in the enigma,  of what is night, what is a day. Hence flows the story of longing and retrieval,  before losing its conscious energy -  'tis late night, and the curtains must fall. 

Loving you feels like loving myself,  when I talk of good things, when I smile at little things, while sitting alone & distant, I feel connected to you.. Loving you feels like knowing myself, and knowing you.. so much peace, energy & happiness  flows through this thought. Yet letting you go feels like a ritual, as my philosophies make me stay detached.. life goes on.. moments pass by, another memory of yours accompanies me,  in this moment of silence that I breathe.. -- Gagandeep

Varying ideas/ lost. Various bonds/ closed.  Act of letting go/ evolution.  That’s what growing up looks like/ reality strikes.

Don't write poetry, if you have a choice to read it, Don't act, rather watch a play,  every time you're presented a choice. For every chance of learning from artists is a joy you must experience, a memory you must register, an inspiration that'll enforce the burning desire of expression  within you and present you with strength to write your poetry and enact your own story. - Gagandeep Singh Vaid

If you can say a little,   feel a little..   believe me,   you are alive What is left,   is a tinch of hope.. words are bound by the throat, feelings stay like a wound   done by a pointed sword Yet we continue to   exist, watching the clouds upwards and with anguish wanting them to disappear ‘No’ one deserved to be like this.. or do I mean, the ‘privileged ones’? ‘coz the poor ‘felt’ this since forever, nothing new for ‘em to bear the brunt of a corrupt system They say spread positivity as if reality was a superficial thing.. they say you do propaganda when what you ask is ‘life’ and   good ‘air-to-breathe’! Artists do express, students do analyse, the ‘youth’ of the nation wants to secretly live a better life.. the one it studies in the textbooks where chosen leaders pave the way for better society,  and be the voice of the voiceless.. they are my only hope of a better India  -- gagandeep

The first time you fell in love you were introduced to magic and ran into imaginations wanting to be together The last time you fell in love you knew how to act as a mature lover least expecting and enjoying the idea of being special to someone without ever being together - Gagandeep

”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 fee...

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 p...

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