Hey Folks, I'm back

Hey Folks! I’m back….

Thought that I would exercise the creative thoughts by writing some more poetry. Good to give the mind a little run.

Lazy days,
Do they help,
Coming back to the same thing, same toughness,
While we are lazy we are not really happy but still we crave doing
Nothing, nothing, but actually something relaxing.
Nothing is boring.
Actually everything is work, everything requires effort.
Even work leaves a pleasant feeling, I have done something today!
Even when I realize this, the tendency is to relax, do nothing till charged up again.

Need to get going,
Be alert and just doing what is piled up. Leave the laziness to the evening.

Fantastic Music Day!

Just a garden of happiness,
Why this, music, work....
Yes in my case they are combined, a bit.
Feel relaxed and nice, listening to music all day at work on my HDD whatever.
Need to know the usability of things,
Good excuse.
Need time to judge the usability of things, good excuse.
Well this HDD thing is not bad, huh it actually works.
Why is it I'm still the cynic, it does work, though I've tried hard to make it stop working!
That's the work part!
Nothing like music to get one revved up and enthu
About, tedious work of compiling other peoples' ideas.
That's the real work , no excuses.
Others who have to do it are complaining too.
My team had 150 some ideas!
They are all good, (well mostly, especially mine).
The rest no more work, lucky me,
No work pressures while everyone else is struggling.
Will have to find work, won't I.
My usual predicament,
Once I start feeling guilty again for enjoying the music all day.

Poems that I wrote 3 weeks back

To get to the root of everything,
Why is it that we seek it sometimes.
Cannot we just let it be
Stuff is, it is not.
So what.
But still the will (what is that?)
Wants to know, is it this,
Is it that?
But no it cannot be that.
It must be what some
Wise or happy man
Said to everyone.
Not just me.
But still I don't really think so, do I?


We stand at the gates of hell
Not caring
Numbing
Have we not seen it, felt it
Everyday of our lives?
Then we see heaven but
Hell somehow clouds it not
Letting us hold on.
Just resigned to suffering and
Not being able to
Cling to Heaven even
If it was there, only just
For a moment.

- 7 August 2005

More Poems

Poem #2:
Going along, pleasure after pleasure,
And then for no reason we feel the burden of our mis-deeds,
The mis-deeds of others,
How we made others feel bad and lost.
It does not strike us even as others do the same to us.
We mostly feel that others do not care,
but do we are we caring ourselves?
Sometimes, I say something blunt or hurtful,
I do not think that it is misconstrued.
But someone else took it to mean something else.
Just as I feel when I hear the critisism of others.
Or maybe I am wrong, you all do realise but I do not.

Poem #3:
Thinking and contemplating all day,
With no end no completion, to any thought.
Just jumping here and there,
No conclusion, no plan to change.
Short-term solutions to long-term problems.
Half the time not even aware of the the sillyness of the thoughts.
But if I try, I cannot be rational.
Let someone else do the thinking for me.
I will just keep my careless thought process with random results.

Hope that this is not too serious for you all. Never mind just ignore it! It is my little creative urge that must not be taken too seriously itself.

Hi it is me!

Just an introduction.
Hi there everybody! I'm Shanti, if you do not know me already.

I have poem here:

Long and dark is the road travelled,
I know not where I took the twists and bends, the forks and missed busses.
But I know that I am going somewhere and what happened matters though I forgot it.
Will the future be the same as this road or brighter or more interesting.
Will I land up in another universe,
Another life where there is not the same mix of happiness and sorrow.
How my happiness and sorrow tend to balance in past memory,
Yet I made so many mistakes that I don't even know what I missed.
Will it all be the same old story in the future?

Cheers! And be happy! (if you can)

More poems on Monday. Have a good weekend.