Snippets of the mind by Gagansvaid

"I'll sit under the tree waiting not for you but the memories. The sky follows different hues, from white, grey, pink and blue. Far off you go while here I stay, life has changed routes without our say. The light keeps changing, and I'll keep finding my way!" - Gagan

Life has much of work to do,   not because I am the busiest of all,  but because I am still finding out directions in life for myself.  There is a deep calling which I am following daily, although I have realised what exactly my passion is, what my skills and qualities are.  What has worked out the best in all these times is, the thought, that I have agreed to change myself. That I have understood that I need to wait and reflect, what is right and not for myself. And that,  I can make wrong decisions. There is no denying this important fact. But that is how we grow, I realise.  There can appear some confusion on my face, but deep inside, it is the joy of finally reaching the shore I had set for years back. And it feels good for a moment, to appreciate the journey that has been. I am grateful for the experiences that life brought me, the insult that I faced. It ’ s for real. It made me grow multiple times as an ind...

Hello there! I wrote two content pieces I would like to share with you. 1. My dreams aren't much aligned with my pretence of positivity - for they are composed of a darker pretext I don't want to accept. I want to pause them, but when I realise I could, my eyes open up to realise the dream is over, I have seen it all. Mostly those dreams are forgotten, but what does one do when every night it's the same story. What follows next is questioning to self that what's really the problem - why those fears, then I write to ask the demons to escape but I hear that I am myself the demon - how can I escape myself? Well, that's a solid question & the answer so far I have found is in writing it all down, bringing out all grudges if I ever had & be a man as free as the winds - well, that's the real DREAM. 2. Blankness is unique in every sight, it sends thoughts in multiple clothing each time - some pinch hard, some surpass as cool breeze of the winters turn...

Seasons are waiting for you, to unwrap their warmth, chill, rawness on you.. There are times you write, and times you choose to walk your way,  in an unending tryst with your own self.. You meet men & women who 'familiarise' with your journey, for they appreciate your class of folks.. being themselves similar to you.. and you know that moment,  the 'place' you belong.. & still choose to leave again sooner.. for you were meant to live, love & laugh, through the wide expanse of nature & art.. forever & ever.. in the hat of a wanderer who found himself in unknown faces.. smiles .. longing.. -- Gagandeep Singh Vaid

Things at times are out of hand - what appears on face isn't for real, you try to grasp, but it's all bland. Seeking for answers, you cross all limits & miles, you pause a moment and try to embrace facts, they are untouched and far, yet you know who you're, i.e. limitless, as you read somewhere - "only in the darkness can you see, the stars." @gagansvaid

"Why would anyone paint, draw or build an empire for one's own sake? There is to be a response attached to things. Response of expressive nature, like really - to know whether one's efforts made any sense or not? So you know it's important to be valued - to seek a response warm or cold is any artist's dream or call it a hidden expectation. Otherwise, it is like talking to a wall or explaining an anecdote to your own self. They say expectations hurt, but doesn't a person deserve hearing back from one's most precious friend? That is the question - which should be answered with appropriation and thoughtfulness."

Long time since I wrote last, but believe me - it was difficult. From losing some integral gems of my life to accepting life - it is a journey in itself. Today I sit for the first time to write in this room of my grandmother who passed away exactly three months back from today. Her memories are fresh and I miss her right now in an ocean full of anecdotes. It feels she is sitting right across smiling at me like she smiles in her last photograph with me. Thanks to my friend who had asked for my picture with my grandma. It is difficult, but that is how life comes to you in measures. It is then the time to be grateful to the Almighty for granting so many lovely moments together. What has changed in life since she passed? I ask myself many times and get my answers. Sometimes I would pray the Almighty to relieve her of all she was going through. Couldn't see her in pain anymore, and then her suffering came to an end. She was in my arms when she breathed her last. It was in those las...