Snippets of the mind by Gagansvaid

Ram Vyas, had been quite admired in his village. Not only the triumphs he had bagged to his name and also to the fame of his village. But in addition, it was to his self confidence that he had given wings to. After bagging gold medals in spreading awareness, to the offshore villages, or places where actual information could not reach. He aligned and solely electrified his village, after studying the very science and basis that makes a bulb to glow. It was his added vigour to bring the shine and glitter of the utmost serenity, upon the faces that usually carried a damp facet. What he did, how he did was instrumental enough to make him popular in his village and now, the media that had become occupationally strong to cover important issues, picked upon this man on their cover pages and in the news hour. Ram Vyas had a dream, it was sensationalized. In the house of honour, he entered the Rashtrapati Bhawan where he was being applauded for his work with the Padma

To lose myself to the world, As change is the basis of this sphere; Do I need to follow the lines, And wear a mask, Of the person who I never was? Is it justice done to the rightest esteem, I wonder and concord; To this newer world that develops, Each morning, every passing day. I thought, I could hold; On to the person I had been, But time is such a person; Affects me, and brings out the different me. Now, it's on me, to feel if the change has been, In the right direction or not, And go on swinging in my dreamland, To pay it homage for it's lost vigour and interest. I wish to mourn that person I had been, I loved him more than anything. When he was alone, when he was a failure, He was so perfect in his eyes, Set aside what the world called in it's cacophony of vices, It little affected him or afflicted him, Just because he was shy, soft and innocent to the core. He goes away in the bushes, As an answer to the chan

 "Cooler mornings and nights, When my arms in-take the blanket, Criss-crossing each other, Creating bliss and warmth in the sail; For I leave off to a voyage, In her dreams and therein, In flows the sunshine of my life. In the darkness and under the twinkling of the stars,  And the cold envelope of the incoming winters, Warm shelter offers up itself to me, In my blanket along her honest dreams."

"Why this heart beats faster, When I think- of being farther from you. When a day would appear, When I could not see your face, Your smile and your eyes. How could I set a foot forth, When I would get to know, That I am thousands of miles away. I shall be thinking, dreaming about you; all day and night, that shall fall. I shall be thinking of your goodness and well being. I shall want to be yours, in your arms; But I shall be far away, distant for this to actually happen. I shall also be thinking if you forget me, I know, you wouldn't, but just a thought comes up, Because, believe me Princess, I won't ever have this space for anyone else, than you. I would just wait for that fine day, When we shall be united as a force, And I shall work towards making that day enliven, I shall work every bits of my energy, That shall combine our lives, That shall bring you to where we belong, To each other. I love you this much, You're the reason for my breathe, The meaning of my

"Maybe, in this waiting; I shall feel what I never did, Maybe, this time that prolongs, And gaps between us, Shall bring us near. Maybe, life's many unseen truths, Shall occur to us; Maybe, we get to understand, The harmony of our Bond, Our Love! Maybe, we become the dreamers, In love, It is of love that strengthens us, In this waiting. That I cherish and also feel agonized about, But I want to feel it, As it comes to me; While I am yours; While my life is yours and yours mine, Let me not miss even a droplet of this purer feeling, Let me have it, Let me love you like never before, Let me be yours and you be mine, I am sure this bond is as profound and honest, As I feel it right now, And shall forever do; As I feel, it's immortal. I love you."

Sunita thinks about him gravely, just the way he wonders about her day and night. They live far off, still the love lingers as the most satisfying source, to combine their feelings and become a gift in each morning they wake up, similarly as the darkness enters; does the composure of the land. No, they aren't twits; just because they listen to the tweets of the nightingale in the dawn; the morning sky. They are merely wishful to bloom themselves, and each other's life with meaning and truthfulness. Truthfulness that they hold for each other. The world can't question them, their feelings. For, the world stands nowhere between the two lovers. What stands alone, are the feelings in bounty and that are also ever developing. Sumit, the boy; painted the image of his girl, as the sun gave the background to which the portrayal actually emphasized and took colour. There was something more to life, than mere work. It was the love for the work. The love that grew manifold,

Like other Indian festivals, Diwali or Deepawali, as it's called; brings the people of the Nation together. These festivals unite the different cultures that abound in the heart's and soul's of our people. Similarly, Diwali brings my family together. We celebrate, rejoice; every moment that comes up while preparing for the Grand celebrations. Days before this festival, we start decorating our homes. We shop, for artefacts, to handicrafts; to the things that take the form of gifts for our near and dear ones. The festive season sets and upswings the mood and the vibes, hence setting the feel for the pomp and show to accustom and acluster. India is an interesting country. The whole month of October-November goes in the festive season. Starting from the “Vijay Dashmi(Dussehra)”[Victory of truth over bad] to “Dhanteras”[Buy utensils, gold.etc.], then comes “Diwali”[Ramchandra Ji returned home], being followed by “Vishkarma Day”[A day to pay respect to

“ Over the upland slopes, Stoves the feeling; The shine of the stones. Flapped by the winds, Ejected with the fumes, Visits a dream, Flourishes the breeze in the room. My mindset asks, To where do I belong? I say, I am a Being; Of a place where, love resumes. With the tattered clothes that I wear. The shy demeanour, that occurs in my stare; While I romance my soul, And the winds that cross me, that I hear; I just can't let my life fall, I shall minstrel with the birds, And as they fly across, I do stroll; In the round abouts, that do appear, While I stand at the turns; Guessing the beauty across the hemisphere; The very green cover of the trees. I walk along them, My life is under the influence, Of a meaningful foyer.”

“ The sun comes up, As a fruit of love, Delight, naught decay. Frost chirps when, The winds are flying, Amidst the chill and shiver. Children play, Wear the woollen dresses, As the morning stems; So does their excitement. Lingers the atmosphere, Of shower and fruitfulness, As the winds of cold; Get a hand of the warm sun breeze. Rooms get aquainted with, Warmer blankets; Bonfires are but blistened, Affectionately. Coldness pervades and dances with hotness, The dreams calligraph and become of poetry. Life shines, as paleness distinguishes, Only to reappear as warmness, As the winter conglomerates, Us; the warmer beings. Such is the portrayal of such an environment, When our solitude gets a name and alike, a companion. It's related with life, The so called months and weather patterns that develop. Charm formulates as do the streams, Of understandings; As December enters and November plans, The dream.”

"At times, I fall apart, At times, I tear apart. What makes me, What builds me, Is it my face or is it a mask? I go on to question myself, On and on, I go. Am I to be the one for you, Or am I to dissuade away in the flying ashes, Up above the air. I move up the sidelines, the truthful imagining, Of the solitaire; Outlining the holy stair; That cultivates and leads my Being! The life develops of paramount importance, I think, I believe; Things can be fine, and nicer. From the days in agony, and pain; When confusions stain and penetrate, Do I tell myself that, Life is a beautiful trail, And a heavenly sail. From the days of merriment, excitement, When the roads could cling to the heart, with pride and joys; Do I yell at myself, Life is a beautiful trail, And a heavenly sail."

“ Newness of life, manners occur; Portrayal of life from yesterday differs. A bird like charm, a will, a heart so warm, Even could counter attack a storm. Your life, becomes someone's greatest prize, A dream becomes a beautiful flower, In form of a blessing comes this today. I said, to myself; This life could churn, Romance and understanding, Fulfill the aroma, the nature; With freshness along, Around the presence of ours, There existed truth and solace, Of a far higher note, The altitude of love could be enhanced, In this lesser a time, That has passed, In the streams of life.”