Snippets of the mind by Gagansvaid

A couple as beautiful as them, I wonder if I had but ever seen. So much to say in those starry eyes, I had felt those truly aligned in a thoughtful array, In each others' love, fully blend. Dreams could be imagined, Affection could be idealized, When they walked, whole set of royalty would come to sigh. It was in their understanding of the world, Most importantly, their own world, That they believed they could be, In the bond cast together, without much altercations or perplexity. A little effort, a smile; Would join their hands and likewise push a realization, Of how much they meant to each other, That they expressed love at that instant, When they were friends, no longer strangers. A look back and a look at present, All the troubles would erase, Yet, a little time that would gap between, Those feelings could recreate; In as much honesty and bra...

Mother is gardening, Hence watering the plants; The water that enters through the roots and supplants in their existence, in the garden. The garden where I have played in the shower of my childhood. We friends did play cricket and fought over ball and bat. We boys sat and talked about the girls in the colony and the cycle races and the actors. Movies came as we watchest those, celebrating companionship, friendship all humble across. It's in this garden that red flowers ascertain their freshness and humility. While greenery invades and rules like a ruler in grace as conspires tranquility. I walk back the memory lanes, As outshines the dance of the leaves, in the trees yet again; Oh my Life, you have walked life's shore.. With the trees and the dreams having, Stacked this life with a magical prologue. 9:30a.m. 28/04/2014 Gagandeep Singh Vaid

When the stars were bidding goodbye, He kept his watch, At the streamless sky, To not expect the forthcoming of another night. He had well known, His night would no longer be; For it was one such shower of twinkling darkness, That would but remain in his heart, Unmatchable to the shore of any darkness that shall curb; In less say, in little a fall of the day, He had let the love of his life, bid him, yet another feeling, to his dismay. It wasn't painful anymore, It was solitude for this guy now on, As he closed his eyes, to the reminiscence of the past, And cheering to move on, With love, the self same way, Yet another sunny, gorgeous day! 27/04/2014 4:00P.M.

The walk past the time that sprawls. In wisdom it is often said, That age is just a number, But it shows it's occurrence, It's being, so supplant. Alike human beings, The walls also show, their growth. Well, is it appropriate to compare, And rightful to say so, how they equally appear? Material things and immaterial, Oh my God, what is not and what is real? That happiness is but a question of being special. How we feel so; is it, in royalty or by serving, That dreams once again freshen. Yes, relations go like this; This way, that the equality sums up, It shows how we are meant to be together. Thoughts that match, celebrate themselves, And not rust and cremate upon the sheer sense. Oh my Lord, the winter Lords, Flash upon thy ceiling walls, Tell me, for what is ice and what is snow. Oh winter Lords, ascertain the weather, nurture the bough, in rains thy temperament, is pleasant, and fore-places the lore. Oh gentle bi...

What was it that moved my mind. There were many a ideas combined. What would mean of my life, There would be solace every slice; Whenever I thought much, I lost my rhyme. Was it to stay quiet, That I were to sense peace- throughout the strands. Or were it a requirement, To remark and screech, Over my actions and stands. That whatever I did, Whether it got me name or writ? A question taking analysis, Did strike in the basis, There assumed ideas, serenading along an eclipse. I had to do this, I had to make that, I had said many words- in a hiss, and become a fathom- in grimace stack. Had I got that control, In what I had said, I would have been worthy- then, of her love, And even the brash. Now, that distance appears, There's indifference, oh Gnash!

Questions, questions and questions; Oh I wonder, how will I answer them all. Reasons, reasons, and reasons, I wonder, how will I recall. Silence, I seek, within and external to me. Oh how I wish, I had it in me. Shine, shine, oh please whisper. I wanna please acknowledge, the trees. Wait, hey wait; Be my companion, I have melancholy state, As well as joy in union. Still, I say, I say, Do wait, in your wait I lay. Look, upon the streamless skies, Touch me even, don't speak any lies.. For, fragments my heart, It gets cocooned, Ravels across thoughts, Likewise a bottle of juice. Upcoming, and incoming; I become, my own stalwart. When to complain is, Of no definite use. To find an alternative to it, Does heart really muse. Affection in unsaid tone, rules and knits, With smile as a precious gift. GSV

The roads of my childhood dreams, Compose and flower in their being; Summer is here, so is the wishful appetite- Forever clear; To roam around the streets, Covering heads with umbrella- and the sheets. Memories of childhood days, Spring along the connection- in every pace, Chilly drinks to intake, To follow the junctions- near to the lakes. Rain quintessentially royal, Atmosphere no longer loyal. But, it is up to me to face it, Wear sunglasses, light t-shirts- as likewise is my travel kit. School days, yet again steer; Oh heavenly, how pleasant does- all of it appear. GSV