Snippets of the mind by Gagansvaid

The trees that outline the roads that I walk, The leaves that nestle, as I look at them. The winds that flash the leaves amongst the trees, The dreams that roll over and over again. They are all bidding me bye, My country that lasted me in it's very space, With care of divine hands and identity, Bids me, for another long journey, Away from it, distant. How can I breathe in the roads that are unfamiliar. How can I live, in a place not of my people. How can I grow in the country not mine. Now, as I go; I leave behind my soul. I shall wish to be back, I don't want to go. I shall remember each day spent here, Every minute of love that we shared. My friends would be gone, My imaginations shall be on a roll. As this little stroll, Aligns fore, towards a journey of a million steps away, I would miss my people, my Nationality. Forever and ever that I breathe and live, Be it me lamenting over or any newly found ecstasy, I would be all alone there, Away from my people, Oh! It h...

These pages and bulletins that remain in my sight, My powers and opinions that roll on my desk, In form of photos, certificates and my letters; I have maintained and found my hub, Of living life freely by heart, enough is there to feel and to be perturbed. These words are my heart, The reason for my being alive.

When your own words stand by you, When your life becomes your dream, When tears remain with you as travellers, Life is a journey, Of imagining and immense duty. We keep it for our dear ones, As a bouquet of flowers from outside, Incense of power that is broken, For then, you listen not, To what heart says; But what presses upon to material it's say upon you. Suppresses and domination's leave the stress widespread along, Life is what life, No say in the levels of the throng; Our ability gets minimised, Our actions are mystified, Having no say of yourself, you are left to sob by yourself and then cry, It is life and a journey that like a wonder passes by!

Hurts and evades of any peace that could be examined. Pains and lurks my thoughtful signing. I am a sufferer, stress occurs as the myriad, it's the greatest attack on my conscious. To be a child was sober and cute, I had thought, it was about being an adult, That life was to make any influence, Little had I figured, How I were to be taken as a trash, In the name of honour, It's an unjust equation that sets out to be. My life's many rights, Are being taken away, Like; a blanket pours over me, Covering my dreams. This life may, dwell deep into it's illumination; When I shall seek abode for my journey's destiny. I shall be not seen around anymore, I shall have gone away forever long. This is my newest secret, When while living, I shall be made an unknown.

Like a child lulls to sleep, While being in the presence of mother, In the arms where love occurs with the breeze, Of closeness, nearing towards her soul. The child connects with ease, With the sense of the mother's breathe, That penetrates like a cover, Over the child's sleeves. Saving the child from any ills, That may exist; There is a land of care with holy kisses, That makes us emerging more closer, to her from childhood. A mother understands the relation with her child, For she has felt the child's pains and given him/her life. With her warmth and blessings; Comes the greatest gift in a mother's hand, Her child with his/her dreams.

Unknown the stars glitter, Of their identity, for where do they belong. My state turns my words bitter, I wonder if I ever stood strong. Had I known, to which land; I had kept my roots to, Could I be a man of knowledge, For then I could have known, Who I was. Little patches outshine, The breeze; They have felt they belonged to the trees; What for a person in me, Who pretends to the state what he be. People can't understand it, The heart that beats. Little can they see in me, What greets. The roads provide trouble, Not because, these are full of traffic, These are leading many routes, Describing my state of youth! Yeah! Now, the transparency stems too; A little hope towards the shadow of my life.

"Rain glistens the imagery, That outlays in the oceanic sky; While the rain seizes to exist, Becoming a shower and a tide that ruffles, Upon the symmetric lyres that ring, Upon the sands, and the trees; The rhythmic patronage that steams."