Eschew Obfuscation, Procrastination, Lazy.........

Another month goes by and I still exist in this world. Though I bring no value to this world, I ensure I don't take anything away from it as well. Another one of my creations penned way back in 2002-2003, the Golden era (not literally) when I was at my creative peak, so to speak. I don't consider this worthy of bearing my name, however, here it is: (I do need to post something here, the solemn promise I made to myself lives on for another month) Hope is Life Once in your lifetime, You would have thought that What am I doing with my life? You might think that your future is blank. You may think your career is in a crossroads. You may think that you have made bad choices. You may even think that life is full of shit. But know this, Whatever happens, happens for a reason. You are here for a reason. There is a purpose for your existence. Think of this whenever you feel down, whenever you feel that that life sucks. Everything happens for the Greater good, Always think of this after ...

I was going through my old works, the poems and all, when I realized that I have lost my Creative side over the years. I used to jot down stuff whenever I feel like it. I penned 5 poems in 2002 in a single day. I was at work and they asked for contributions from the employees for the Companies Internal Magazine. So me and my friends just for the heck of it started writing some things to submit. I was successful in writing 5 poems back to back. They were not great however I would like to think of them as at least good enough for that Magazine. We refined them a little bit and by the end of the day I was ready with 5 submissions, however I submitted only 2 amongst the 5 and one of them got published in the next issue. I become an instant celebrity in my office, on the day it was distributed in the office. People, who I didn’t know, came up to me and congratulated me for that. I didn’t even know at that time, the Magazine had been distributed and it carried my so-called poem as well. Afte...

My Search There was a day, when I felt that, I couldn’t’ feel What it was to be in love. I thought of the day That I too will be loved Like a flower loves a bee, Like a lotus towards the sun, Like the birds to a tree. Though the day is far away, I will still dream of that day. That which keeps me going, It is that what I seek, The day I find it shall be the day, My search for love will end. G. Siva Shankar

Been quite sometime since I blogged. Wanted to goto the Blogcamp's Unconference at Tidel Park. Then thought what will I do there, a big question mark...so didn't Wanted to blog something here, but couldn't think of anything so copy pasted my old poem.... Nothing is what it seems I thought I couldn't fly But one day I tried And I really flew I thought I couldn't go the last mile, But I took one step at a time, Before I knew it I was there. I thought I was lonely, But when I looked around, I was not so alone (as I thought) . I thought I was sad, But when I looked inside, I was the happiest person alive. I thought I was bad, But when I looked at the world, I was as good as they can get. I thought I knew everything, But when I was questioned, I knew only about the mole and nothing about the mountain. I thought I knew you But when you left me, I realized that “nothing is what it seems'. I thought life was not fair, But when I looked at mine (life) , I knew that m...

I dream of a dream. I dream that my dream shall someday come true. I dream that all my dreams shall not remain just a dream. I dream for that day when all these dreams are realized. I dream that I don’t’ spend my days dreaming. I dream that my dreams shall be more than just dreams. I dream that these dreams will make me dream more. Though these are dreams today, I dream of making them a reality one day. I will always be dreaming of these dreams, So that I do have hope in life, I still hope that this life is worth living. G. Siva Shankar This was something I wrote when I was in a phase of attending 2-3 interviews per day and dreaming of great things to come....a big post...a big pay check....a big banner and all that stuff.....was browsing through blogspot when this poem caught my eye....and that too here [http://constantreveries.blogspot.com/] ..was totally shocked...I don't consider this as a good poem at all....this was something I rambled on and on....some of the sentences don...