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

You ask me, what love is, I look at a couple, they are quite old, Their hands held, road they crossed, I could sense in their walk, eternal bliss. The heart, contended, loyal, Dreams and realities, they had led along, All these years, they have been together, Bond they share, imaginatively strong. Not that they wouldn't have seen- issues everyday in the sight-seen, Oh, they believed they were present, For each other, in tones resplendent. Little fights, or big ones to say, They had held hands still- Oh, there was dismay. A little forgiveness, a little sorry, They got together under the sun, holy! Understood what was right for them, Still holding the hands, life was a gem. From the youth, till their older days; They carried promise not in the saying- they took the blessing ahead, the foray, With blankness, disparity and the mood swings, They knew they had to live every moment, as if; it was all anew. It was this, And this was that; They had

Florescent yet identical, Accustoms the starlit sky, Simple yet optimal, The surface occurs to ply. Birds had varied dimensions, Many options, In various quotients. To sit at a place, And fly towards another grace; Well, life had moodiness, Every other phase. It could sing with the waves, Or migrate to another landscape. To take in the essence, The poetry of difference; Away from the homeland, That was the most significant. We did go, we had to return, We did strive, we had to learn; Every walk, every journey, Woods in the far vicinity; Churn, churn oh reality, Life was more than- dreamlike poetry. Over the streams, Over the skies; Over the dreams- that lullaby; You belong to me, As I do to thee. Over the fragrance, The shapeless skies. Although, no one was- meant to rely, It was my love as- it became a passer-by.. Now, I'm made to sigh, In an adjacent wood, beneath the sky; and say, my position- where I stood, not merely but utter

When the stars had been shining, Thunderstorm broke in the middle; The charmistic view of the sky, did sling, Turning the enthusiasm into a riddle. Magic of the view, of the stars; Was blurred in it's disposition, Imaginations were within confined bars. Life, not as thought; as of recreation, But thunder, chill and snarls. She said, the future had no weight; Every notion of her mind, did she state. Honest, yet lively girl is she, Her face depicts freedom and glee. Over her life, her being herself, Giving power to the outlined shelf, Of being, who we are. She walks away, in vibrant tones; Whereas, I go timid and broken hearted. Still, I wanna say, she did her best, on her own; To hold us, together strong, until she departed. Now, I go yet again; To feel her, glitter and dreams, That were cast yesterday's lane; Under the sun, that used to gleam. Anot

When she turned back,  In the examination hall;  Listening to my murmur's track,  Awhile a sip from the water bottle,  She drank,  As I watched her eyes,  Streaming at my face.  Later, a film we went for;  With friends.  Rhythmic, insurgent bore;  Her every nuance.  I wished all the more,  If we could continue going,  Alas, time had elapsed to shore.  The sun lit dreams, did cling,  And it began as a feeling of a downfall.  Those memories, of the waiting;  Nostalgia of the talking.  Effervescent was the string;  That calls to her, in a swing;  My heartbeats, as to her being.

Memories occur, Days of inclination rub; When in her smile, her eyes, that stare, Jubilance and affection do club. A little bit of anger, Buzzed the air, with rendition; An effect, ever so tinger, When I remember, our unison. Such perfect, star liked day; Had it been; Her love, I had but all seen. While our walk was in an array, We gossiped, talked and passed, in beam, Through the wintery days. Emotions sing, Rolls the sadness, all grey. Freshness insights in another ring, Oh, how pleasant was that day. Reminiscence yet again, presumes; It shall go about this way, Oh, this is what I have got, to say. When those sights, over-rule. Dreams were august, Made into a foray of charm. Now, that she's no longer with; Life isn't that royal and warm. In all those days, I did wait; Not to let go, but trace, For her presence, did I crate.

When the stars had, Taken up the heed; I had been a warrior, I had been in need. Bottomless heart, Blossomed and turned, No outlining stretched, It curled. I did wait, until it said no; As I began my walk once more. I thought if I did sing a lore, Of affection, I was right and wrong. It was a tone, Of majesty and stone; Hitting the hearth without it's very presence; I had witnessed afar many lens. Life was a seeded reality, A truth, a vision; sincerity. Heart was made to sit, It had got up and started to shake; It's very ill fashionably lit; It needs to walk through the lake. Shadowy plots follow, it's being; Oh, treasure, Oh glory; where walkest he? I search for his reaches, seeing; The offshoot stars, with the wings. Casting themselves upon him. Where did the fantasy evolve, Oh, Lord; for that matter, When did he in life partially dissolve? To ascertain freshness and mettle! Oh, it exists and roams, Alike a traveller, Under the streets, th

Up, above; the chandeliers. Up, above; the dreams that steer,   Over the woods, over the seas; My mood, that does become of glee. Accustomed, far-sight; Of my vision, Gave me a glance, To enquire. Repetition, repetition; Oh, dear life; you singest alike a lyre. I lookest, down the bushes; The pavements that lead to, And take out of life, the brooches. Held deep within one's being; I wonder what is astonishment, And what is skiing. Different connotations of speech that lay, Your words and mine, do fore say. Rebellion or call it, my mercy; You have only taught me, The words that I say. Roads of surfacing, Roads of peace, Royalty it is, It is ease. To carry one's dream, With butter and with cream. To give it nourishment, Plan that is to be implement. I say not, as if; I be the hero, I possess not that leaf, I'm a distant flier, a crow. Watchest, thou, thy embrace so definite, In your actions, in your rhetoric. Daresay, that you frighten from my actions