Snippets of the mind by Gagansvaid

Life, I see you grey, Life, I see a ray. Life, you wisdom personified, Life, you a plight! Many moments I wait, Look at stars, I find myself amongst them, Shining, yet blinking! I find myself so complete, I find myself incomplete. You, my hero, My guardian angels! I hope you know, That everyday, I look up to you. That everyday, I smile, I weep, I gaze at you, And finally I settle, I embrace myself. I know one day, I shall meet you. Dearest stars, You who give me, My identity, I am definite, I shall see you, Very soon! I cannot hide, That I wish to be one of you. Not only on this land, From where I look at you. But I want to stand, Just next to you! Your light, Shall show me my path, That I am to rightfully follow. I promise, I shall never, Never leave you, hollow. I shall spring as much joy, I shall spring as much grief, I shall try, to circumscribe, To you the reality! As the world is, And you see it, I promise you, I shall make it,...

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Today you don't sleep, You have been the tide. Today you don't dream, For you have debarred, Her from dreaming. The world thought over, That you were inspiring, They didn't see, How selfish you were. Look high at altitudes, You may have achieved them, But today you're alone, The journey of positivity, Has turned to negativity, And you call it a dream accomplished? I call it a loss. Go tell your dreams, They were incomplete, Incomplete without her, And incomplete forever. There's nothing to celebrate, What was, is long gone. Sit aback and cry few tears, You may feel relief, From your aching heart, You may breathe back those emotions, That you swore to have lost. You may get a little humanity, In yourself, you may learn, How to live. Life may give yourself, Few more years, And there would be no first kiss anymore. The first kiss was always the last kiss, Only if anyone had told, Your self so immature. -- Gagandeep Singh Vaid Image Source: Speaking Tree ...

Her single touch meant to me peace, It was joy, it was the incense of the cool breeze. Slowly, silently it came to me, Brushing past my hair, oh spontaneity. Your seeker stands on the shore of thine love, Oh dearest, love of my life. Come, hug me and give the message to the seas, That you would come to me, For that matter, How so ever the distance would be, I am there for you, as you're there for me. Gagandeep Singh Vaid

Times won't be easy, Moment won't always be yours. It depends on you whether, You become bold or you fall. There are rainbows after storms, There are buds before forming plants, There are aspirations before you reach realities, There's a beginning to every big story. There is sadness, fear before you meet peace, But is the thirst ever going to fill? Through all these instances the winner is, But the person who sings. The winner is a person who smiles, Whether a crumb of bread you make in your day, Or a full course of dinner you may afford. Smile, smile because that's the only way, You can live life happily and make your day. Gagandeep Singh Vaid

My mood isn’t at all to write today, it is because I write stories that touch hearts but here at -------, I have to write articles that are seen from the grammatical point of view and not from the intentions behind the article. I don’t like working here for this reason, so I think at times that I should quit it. But then, I don’t want to give up so easily, I want to try. I want to be called a winner and not a loser. I have to touch heart- I have to spread positivity and affection in this world. My dream it is and only I know and care about. I am a kind of a writer, who writes with emotions and feelings other than only factual knowledge put in the article. I would like to add that I have really grown as a writer, working with them and I should keep it up. For that, I should hold up to it. This is just the beginning. I should accept the tides as they fall upon me, because somewhere down the line, these efforts of mine will pay me great stead. Every day is something new to learn her...

Your name is wisdom, My name is sky, You never know how, In few words we become, Passersby. Your eyes yield magic, As there is distinguishable- Glow about you, Yet we remain distant, It's how we row, Now it is me, Earlier it was you. The sun rises in the morning, It sets in the evening, Your love hold great value, It transcends the becomings, Of night and day. You bid me bye, When even I shall disappear, Under the waves of oceans, We shall dwell into mud and sands, We would be at peace that day, With ourselves and the nature. Gagandeep   Singh   Vaid

The best criticism, I take with open arms. ‘It’s not your blog Mr. Vaid. It is a newspaper.’   It isn’t. I agree. It shouldn’t be. That too I agree. --- The thing about working culture is, That you can never expect to be late. Because there is someone out there, To take your place, so don't wait, just strike. --- There may be many reasons for leaving, But for now, don't let them be the reasons for leaving. Rather, find a reason to stick, Who knows if it works out for your good. ---- GSV

It gets tough for me, to submit to the deadlines. Deadlines to send the article that I am supposed to write. Then, there comes the part of Editing, which I leave up to Microsoft Word. Sometimes, I can't give my best because my moody nature has to correspond with the deadlines. Then, there come judgement's and more than judgement's, the criticisms. If you ask me, if I am hurt during this time? Then, I would say, more than getting hurt, it is about learning something everyday. But then, don't you think that few things which people tend to preach us about, we already know that they are to be done? Don't we ourselves realize them, that we have to be told about them, every time? Yes, I know those things are to be done in a given manner and you know what, it is about 'time'. One can manage time perfectly and maintain a good state of mind. But, I am just a beginner in all this. I have to learn to 'chill', as my friend's tell me to. Also, that I nee...

You are a support system to my heart, You give me a chance, to live this life, As a blessing, other than any other vibe, I am glad, with these dreams I strive. Joy in my heart, vision in my thoughts, I engross all my wishes, while I fly, In the breeze of fullness grows my flight. Thanks to you dearest blog posts of mine, While I am falling, you appear in my sight. Oh, I wonder, if my being alive, Is because of your insight? That, I gain the potential to carry on my walk,  Long and long, I won’t stop. As long as you’re there for me, I won’t ever fail, but only emerge, Through dullness, I shall become a rose. -- Gagandeep Singh Vaid #BlogpostDedication

In the past so many days, in the last six months, my life has taken such a turn. When, I started to learn every day, while some greater sort of energy  equalled to me, my soul. I am glad, I have lived this journey of mine. As I gathered along with me, dreams. Also, I cherished the breeze that made me realise the real potential in my belief. That was also one day, when I had said; I want to be a novelist(six years back). Since, that day I have grown, and this journey continues to be growing. I would like to list few experiences, that I gathered and which I found to be really fulfilling me, even the blank quarters of my being. I would like to fulfil the blankness with colours and harmony. So, the journey started near about in December after I was done with my third semester exams in college. My favourite college, Dyal Singh College, at Lodhi Road. My best place to be at. Cheers! I was telling, that in December I had started editing my first novel, and ...

Hi, dear soul of mine. Days pass by. Dreams come alive. Your eyes, like breathe easy, when there sounds peace, day is warm, the breeze is daisy. Then, you miss, your days you spent. In someone's love, i will again dream. I will propose her again, i know, she will agree. In these years as i fade, with age, i grow in feelings, i grow in her love. We spent years, held each other close together. we had our story, we had our heartbreaks, we healed each other. we are dreamers, she in heaven, i on this land. we glimpse each other, hello and goodbye, in every breath we take, in every walk we lead, she in heaven, i on land. we beautify our bond, of love ever strong. Gagandeep S. Vaid

Hi, I am cool. Hi, I am amazing. Hi, I am great. Yay! Thanks. I know, I am so cool that I can’t express it. Just shows how cool I am.  You can work, continue with it, because it’s a beautiful day. Isn’t it? Yes, it is. Hahaha. I don’t know, why I have to write on the trending topics when I can write my feelings better at this time. Moody? Yeah, I am, maybe. But, who isn’t? Just imagine, how cool it would be if we could write whatever came to our hearts. Other than writing on those bigger issues, that every newspaper or media house is determined to cover. But, I may write on that also if it really calls to me. But, sometimes to listen to the heart is beautiful. Isn’t it? Just like this beautiful day. Yes, you write and express your heart someday, if you think, it’s a good idea. Love, Vaid

"Supreme songs of your interests do immerse my soul too, in the nectar of your soothing melodies. The manner your auspicious songs bloom my simple soul, I cherish and dance, with enchanting spirits of a wonderful morning. I do sit upon, a branch of a well built mango tree, inhaling sound applause of the winds, that give my nostrils, fragrance of premature 'ambi's'(mangoes, in middle stages of growth). The rustle of the leaves, leave upon my so called simple being, an ushering of heavenly incarnation, whereby I start running in the fields, relishing the calibre of the nature, and overjoying to the threshold of my simple temptations" ~Gagandeep Singh Vaid Photography by- Himanshu Duggal http://gagansvaid.blogspot.in/2015/05/thou-art-magnetic-dear-summer-season.html

Newspapers were put together in a stack, while Shivam picked them up one by one, to experience the news in a differently chaste way by different reporters in every paper. He wondered what he was looking for in the newspapers, then reverted on reading them once again by himself. Same news had been covered in all of them. What was the change in the same news was the style of presentation! Styles were being experienced he thought, subtly! Then he thought of taking along the same paper to his office, the one he was reading at his home. In a way, he had just fallen in love with its fonts or was it merely the paper that he liked to carry in his hand, that something in it, connected to his heart? Then he moved his hand on the printed letters as he loved one interview by a famous actor, in the entertainment box. All in all, he loved every bit of it. So much so, he had thought to save it in his cupboard so that he could read it again whenever he would like. Or just for the sake of keeping ...

A day of contentment, a day of relief, a day of enchanter and eternal bliss. When you draw your footsteps into the lane of your dreams, then it's the moment of your life, that makes you more stronger to look on for bigger challenges, while walking towards your dreams.