Snippets of the mind by Gagansvaid

No one understands, That life has to stand. That, to work is one's dream, Towards one's goals, a beam. No one understands! Alas, what can be done? Than listening to them, To whom, we have a lot to thank; Oh, do they realize, mind that bangs? When, they don't understand. Reverence it is that resonates, Heart is that really deviates; Tensions accustom, but in name, Of love, every time, it has to trap; Mind, of the problems, Problems that elapse their fur, Onto the soul that sits and watches, As events brim, and circumscribe. What to say, what to complain; When one's body is not in good shape, Mind isn't equated in righteous stance, To say anything in contrary is vain. Still, one has to listen and comprehend, To keep going well in shape, rid of any dent. Really, no one understands.

The heart of my love, Her embers of thoughtfulness, Her dreams of love, Combine to form, every essence. Essence that is light, That is the greatest gem, Folded in the hands of grief of pain and likewise every plight. Love, as a residual of being honest, Satisfied. Love, as a meaning that offers enough of calm and respite. Love, that is a blessing; in every texture, and sight. Love, that is to acknowledge, the air so very bright. In equal compositions, of daylight and the starlight, In varied composure's and connotations, delight. There is an upheaval of the dreams that guide, To capture, to content and keep in eye, the strides. For what blossoms in love, and what compromises is love, What agonizes is love, what despises is love. Volumes of clarity, volumes of perturbed expressions, Linger around- the hearts unknown, In the land of love, in the land that becomes of stone.

The night, the marriage night; That glitters gold, and diamonds, As women adore in their neck pieces, So does the night itself guide. Meet up of the friends-- distant and old, Reminiscing their times, of seasons, hot and cold. A table where these friends sit, Rendezvous and the pleasures, lit. There many boys, girls; youngsters walk around, These ideas of bonhomie, all surround. They say, that the stars are blue tonight, That long lost pals, are in the essence to interact. Walks by, stops by, this warrior in comfort, Who had earlier been ill composed, Of the thoughts, that his time was going, His tasks unaccomplished went soaring. No longer, but no longer for now, Does he say or feel any low, For he feels along, their dreams of snow. Sits relaxed legged-cross, It was such an awakened blow; Of the winds of their happiness, that pass, That flow. Yes--he thought of his friends, And his time was nourished, At the very thought. It was a whisper, of the heaven...

Many a times, in our lives we meet those people who remain with us for a longer period of time. They live with us through the times, they understand us as individuals and yet, they get far as it happens with people. We have our own priorities to fill in, and yet; we talk though little as distance counts or maybe if a tiff becomes between the people(well, not that surprising in today's times).  It's not that easy to believe in someone or have values as trust in people. Trust is a very strong word and shouldn't be meant for people- who are newer to our lives. For them, neither should we leave on others, nor should we give more importance to them, than the importance we give to ourselves. The best thing to do to those people who either break our trust or hurt us is to let go of such people. Forgive them and there are surely many many more things to do.  Learning from life, learning from experiences on meeting with people; how everything around us works like. This is how w...

In the many segments, In the skies; I liven across as a secret spy. There are my heartland monuments, Across this wider sky. My love sits in the paradise, The openness of the dreams so high. I wish if my love that breathens in my heart, Remains happy and in peace of a being, glorify. For our distance that appraises was needful, That no respite was actually in the sight of us being together. That it was an ending note, And yes; it was all that does sit in my heart to atone. I'm lonely, yet I'm wishful; that her loneliness, Gets answers and her newly found love. For she needs someone as her, who could control, heal her. She deserves a lot better man, a man of a lovely curl; Softness and purity of being, in all tones of kindness where hurl, I wish to see all that love for her.

Teary eyed blossoms my heart, Serenity in it's values rub, Clashing thoughts end, as does the hubbub, Of the streets and pavements. As cluster, the divine expressions, Of my aching heart; Hence, revealing my understandings of life, To reach her, in immense glory, While making sense of what I keep within me. I reveal to her, what I feel inside my speechless words. I know she will listen to me, For, now I form her life's essential part,  as she forms me, every night and day.

What is it that disturbs or disgraces. What is it, that makes things hazes. There is life, are many phases, Journey in itself stages, Also, occurs a downfall, as much as an upswing claps. You are a comrade, you're a loner, your life of silent walks, and cynosure; when you're a centre, people with you talk, and leisure. You learn to interact, Being yourself in the track; Many a times, moments splash, when good times signal in a flash. Bad ones along come as an experience, You wish to put them away, You have no variance; The same difficulty sprouts and masks. You wait, wait as a lonely star; Until you fall, Or the sheen you encompass, Your journey, purely yours; You have to deal with the fall, To let it simplify, the miffled coils; To convert the sentiments of disarray, To complete set of magical rays; That lead you, your way; in happiness, so grave. ...