Snippets of the mind by Gagansvaid

he was lonely.. yet he had 'his' company, company of his heart, that had the dreams.. dreams of his daughter..  he was eating chocolate that day, sitting near the lake. a tear or two touched his cheeks, he felt if it was rain..that touched his face.. he realised, it was his daughter standing next to him.. in his dreams, eating chocolate with him.. he wishes so much, if it were not a dream, and a reality.. time had moved faster he felt, that he had lived the precious moments with his daughter, and those were now the past memories..

this light that walks with me, this light that is wisdom, strength and joy to me. this fragrance, of the roses, this garden breeze to me. it's all a part of my present, my past and the future to me. these are the songs of my- sadness and grief. these only celebrate my being, my reality, and my dreams.

Winds flashed by, seasons came and passed. The sunlight had the same grace, while he stood there in time, to witness and encompass; every moment he had written, with her on the sands of time; he knew she was there, the time had no say whatsoever, in their incomplete, yet complete love affair.

There is this spirit inside of me, that wants to be heard. There is this spirit in me, which wants to find its route because that is learning, and learning is joy. In short, I would say that I am looking for love to sprout from the little patches I can find and see, that I say I can see art everywhere, in every place but what can I do when it is hard to justify my stance on art, to people around me. In this world today of so much criticism, so much hatred I wonder if my dreams are just mockery or a joke? If it is a joke, then I better leave them, the people whom I see upon as my elders or my teachers. I think, I would have to make my way once again through the crowd. I need to find those people who believe in love and know what it means to give some respect at least to the hard work and labour of people. That it takes a lot of courage to take a start, that a start doesn't happen everyday, that when a start happens, there has to be some encouragement. I think, that's what teach...

People came to her as mere travellers. She had no school to study in, no friend to accompany her. She started writing one fine day, and all she ended up writing was that, 'One day, we all are but stars." She kept watching the night sky with admiration and grace, before she fell asleep under those stars, and they were her guardians. They showed her the way, and gave her company and togetherness. She had herself become a star and hence the written words flew away with the paper in the winds that blew. The page sighted again this time, 'One day, we all are but stars."

Happiness is my young friend, It chirps, it dances and makes me experience, the beauty and affection that a flower could transmit. Happiness, in the laptop screen which flashes, Happiness in the unfinished manuscript, Happiness in the tangled earphones lying on the bed, Happiness in the sight of the lampshade, There's a lot to celebrate every morning, There's a lot to live.  smile emoticon

Nothing more, Nothing less, It was the essence. Never known, Never met, Still, a magnet. Her face appears, She has many faces, Every newer road, He finds her there. So, he keeps moving, He knows, she's waiting. In the necklace of love, She's a solitaire.