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

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

You, a transmitter of songs - of dismay, valour and remarkable joys. The vessels that lead to my emotions occur in your eyes. Simplicity was defined when you said, I was no longer anyone to you. How effective that one sentence had been, both for you and me. For you in getting rid of me, and for me, it was getting rid of me again. Never again can a person be the same, when his/her first love fails. Moments of madness hail. But no, you can't let it happen. For - you set the world around when you lose your breath. Stay in the process of defining yourself better. Close your eyes and find your driving place. Right now you are short of words. Accept this with an open heart. Start your drive. Don't fall short seeing an avalanche. Be ready for a rebirth. That, the person who smiles has to be you. Congratulations, now, your happiness is defined not by her, it's about yourself and your new life, without her.

whether it's in your coming in or departing, that my heart would sleep? the one who succumbs, isn't really the heart those are the memories. you gave me enough reasons to know you well, only to leave me behind forging links to the girl whom i had known once, a long time back. not that our love was a bond that had a time-frame, it's still there and not that our feelings have dissipated. for they have grown immensely like the twigs lead to the branches. it could be true that our meeting was to help us discover how full of wonder the person in the either of us is. sometimes, it takes the interaction of soul-mates to lead the path for each other. they might not be together for every sunrise & sunset but their breaths say the definite songs of their togetherness. i love you, oh departing lover that's what i always had for you.

Words know not, your eyes said the glory; no, I’m not talking about victory but a girl’s story. Sweet when she acts herself, explaining the child in every sense. Yes, now as she has won the hearts, there would be all appreciation and claps. Well deserved is the love, you have nailed it, as would a dove! Now, the time has come my friend, your words have the might and strength. As you said, “we can change the world, yes, we are those gems, very bold.” But you’re a winner for those millions, those who sleep sans food, those Indians. Those women who face many crimes, and stay quite. You’re a hope, you will raise their voice. I don’t want to sensationalise this more, Not to burden you with responsibilities; but to tell you, that be you. Nothing more, for you are yourself a believer in miracles. The ones which we humans have the aptitude, to do. That voice has to be you!

The day when your light meets you.. when all your worries are left behind and you have the urge to learn and succeed. You don’t want to be looked down upon anymore, and it doesn’t even matter how you are seen by people around,  because you are crowned, as a princess of your infinite possible dreams.. you are the power, you realise..  and you don’t count your happiness,  but feel the magical streams, touching your life in magnificence and belief!  YOU ARE A WINNER, REALISE IT!

Today I write on a blank page all white, Your eyes were to me paradise, I remember! The man who came running for you, Knowing what you went threw, That man I remember! Friendship was a gem, I thought, We were its keepers, I sought, The promises I remember! Today, when I wanted you to hear, Over the special bond shared, There was a tremble! No words, no answers, But I don’t want to judge here, For this is the time to unshackle! The so called bond didn’t exist for real, Lay empty the fears, But the emotions unsettle! Yet again, you dismissed me friend, How much more could I bend? So this time I forget and stir. Staying in the past won’t do any good, Walking to a new tomorrow into the woods, Is my next adventure!

That night when her eyes bade me goodbye, unknowing of the fact when we would meet next, all I could savour was her belief in love.  After all that I did to break her apart, someone else had come in her life to tell her, that love didn’t fail every single time. This time it was him, standing next to her, giving me the faith that yes,  she had found her right man, and I was satisfied, and thanked the Lord, for giving her the love that she always deserved, not from me, but the right man! — Gagandeep Singh Vaid 

"All you dream is not love, and all you love is not a dream." http://gagansvaid.blogspot.in/2016/10/let-go-of-love.html  (in reference to this poem) I would like to explain my thoughts behind these lines. While I am explaining these lines, at the same time I am asking the question from the reader regarding what is love? In the context of the given stanza, what you dream about is not love! This lines emphasises upon the importance of a person's physical being. In your thoughts merely, you cannot find love. Love has to be an acceptance that you live with that person in the reality. Being lost in wonderment won't mean love, according to this line. In the same manner, "all you love is not a dream." As the first line says, so does the second one.  If the person whom you love is there standing next to you, then love is the reality and no longer a dream.  So concluding the lines what I understand is, that lovers are those who live in reality with ac...

Artist Address i don't know what love is, but i see it in your face! the special feeling, the moment you are around; it might be infatuation, but what can i do about it? staying silent because, it might break the bond- of friendship we carry, i let the winds be, touching me and moving past. as someone would have said, all you dream is not love, and all you love, is not a dream . so let it be, the way you are. because that is how, you are at peace. while a bond remains strong, friendship doesn't fade. with times your emotions- would understand, how beautiful life is- to let go, of what you thought is love. -- gagandeep singh vaid Listen to the poem here:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fwqcT4F6i_4    Additional description:  http://gagansvaid.blogspot.in/2016/10/all-you-love-is-not-dream.html   

Stars twinkle, so do your eyes. My heart considers you dearly, dear love of my life. We move different paths, share stories of melancholy and warmth. You call me a solo traveler, while I call you my dream love. While not staying in touch, I can feel your presence around me. While not sharing your touch, I can feel complete. On learning that our dispositions are different, You walk miles,  without letting me know even once, and I sit thinking we formed a great couple. While you leave today, still I am here considering you my lover! Because what heart could match, neither you nor I could ever take away. -- Gagan 

More or less Less or more Deeply you interpret Whatever love said Slight or more More or slight You paint vision Your light There is a volcano There is a mountain There is a wall There is an instrument You see them You admire them You live them Then you leave Walk goes long Alone You go breathless The walk carries You find your shadow Tall figure acquaints You smile, you fall On the sands It is you Only you No one else You breathe You die A happy death

I think I had known you, Even before I heard your voice  for the first time- I think I had seen you When I say, I had seen you- I never mean that I saw your face, What I mean is, that I felt  your touch, in the pearls of wisdom which generated in my heart, whenever I sat alone or was lost, I found you sitting next to me. In my good times- you were my companion, In my bad times- you were my optimism, For, companions can often support us in following a wrong path- where we are treading, but optimism would connect us, to humanity. I had to figure out right or wrong, I had to figure out who I was? And your presence gave me all answers, helping me form a bond with you, a bond that is faceless,  yet has the most breath-taking persona, a face I try to find through the light and resonance of the winds, in this fast moving world, I long to meet you, and tell you that I respect you the most; and searching...

I remember, what I would say in those days.  I would say, "Yes, the words are less, Yes, the words I hold for you in my heart of hearts, Those words, are less. How much should I tell you, When my words don’t let me say? How can I but not express to you, When you are my night, my day? But you know, like I said, My words are less, my words are less. I know, I should not complain, I know the sunshine I saw, For you it was disdain, I know, our thoughts were never same. I know, that six years were less, Lesser to say to you, What I kept hidden, just for a day, When I would say, and you would listen. That day never came,  do you know why that is so? Because, the words were less." Then finally one day,  I picked upon my dictionary, and that day you know I slept, with open eyes. For that day, I learnt a few words, three of them being, “I”, “Love”, and “You”. Yes, you heard it right, “I”, “Love” and "You”. That ni...

I wish to read, I wish to write, just the many facets cling to me of life; I wish to speak, my confidence lacks, I feel amiss, Incomplete, yet some work fills me. I stare you in the face, I find an innocent look, Fulfilling me with thoughts of love, There is kindness, while we find  in ourselves our home. I and you find ourselves through our light, reflecting each other! -- Gagandeep Singh Vaid

The heart sank deeper than the conclaves of her reach deeply rooted to herself she felt dispatched from the world Now all it was she alone at one side and the entire world at the other unwrapping herself from the cultures she withdrew for those days and spent time with herself the much needed break needed for her to settle herself in her new life -- Gagandeep~

Your eyes hateful, My heart 'dreamful', Your pride, your ego, My life, my smile. When did we clash, Why did we clash? Questions range, and hit my wisdom. When I thought, you a friend, you proved me wrong, my feelings, amounting less. I still came by you, to tell you, we were friends, you asked me not to be, around you. I left. One day, you called me, you wanted to meet me. I was overjoyed, burdened less- at last I was to meet my friend. You came, and the time I saw you, the next moment I was ridden of sight. It was an acid attack, my friend, and again, you proved me wrong. Today memories arise in mind, those of the times we spent. Until the day, you expected, and I had to decline. After that things changed, we were not the same. Eyes yet again look at the moon, the stars greet me, no one is here to praise my smile, my looks are dampened, and the light falls upon me. Yet again, I remember us, and the next thought of you, gives me rea...