Ajay Seshadri

Ajay Seshadri Poems

Past the graveyard down the road,
Lives or dies a man out cold
Every minute is a burning desire
For him to feel there's nothing higher.
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A strange visitor of mine was quite upset,
Sharing his distress with me our feelings they met
Ventured in love to express midnight empathy;
What we looked for was stranger than our sympathy.
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Dreams are more than mere desires
You cannot hold on to anyone the more longer
For the more you think of them
The more they grow stronger
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You may have a preference
That may shield your ignorance
Am I too naive to believe
That you may forsake me and leave?
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The path was paved by not a stone unturned
My eyes resisting the road ahead
I saw a butterfly gently caress the air
While I kept climbing a trying ladder to paradise
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Gardens make me ecstatic-a green paradise,
I picture how it will be a sight in sunrise
A joy of carefree bushes relates to my heart;
Sorrow of separation from me shall depart.
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Your first breath refreshes you in the morning of birth
In the event of love smile takes shape to give you a form
Your shape adored by curious hands in the warmth to feel you
To feel you for what you may wonder but you like the touch.
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Not very often the train breaks down
Like human thought in the spring of negation
Not very often the tree falls down
Without the message of cold destruction
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Ironies halt and flow
My friend by gardens told me so
Words hiding in your submarine
Surface to woo your valentine
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Momentum speaks for itself
But seldom do we listen
As a man in the sidelines would
Looking at you I can't help feel sorry
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The Sun shines only once so don’t miss the light
Fortune is like the secret gold that chance cannot buy
But maybe there is another side to your untold story;
The tap that refuses to open and let the water flow
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For they who claim to have knowledge supreme,

Feigned by discipline, condemned those who dream;
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I experienced the charm of reason when alone
But when I shared my insight with the world
I was forced to build a castle ready to occupy
I moved in what was to me the only resort
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15.

Monday nights are strange
Though I shall find in them pain
Enough to submerge;
How the day began through me
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The last book I read
Takes time to retell stories;
As if there's someone
In my corner I can't see
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The sounds fade away
Ears welcome them one by one
Received then let go!
Why murmur when they have left?
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In my old farm house
My dophamine on a high
Gives me golden wings
To stay put in flight and fall;
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It strikes you as odd that you would have to be told

This blade of ungreen grass pricks my throat
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Knowledge is love's own desire
You don't know what you're learning
You just feel it worth the attention
To touch your wild thoughts
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Ajay Seshadri Biography

Ajay Seshadri is a poet and creative writer who has authored two books of poetry, ‘In Search of Lost Innocence and Truth Within’ and ‘Existential Relief’. He started writing poetry at the age of 16 although his first two poems he ever wrote were an attempt at writing songs without tunes. The first one was a four line random musing and the one that followed was a poem called Tunnel and the darkness in them lighted up his spirit of self-exploration. It was this paradoxical beginning which made him shun a rather straight jacketed way of approaching life prior to his discovery of poetry writing. Certainty became muddled and he would have to paint his path towards clarity which he regards as a reasonable substitute.)

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Verse By The Graveyard

Past the graveyard down the road,
Lives or dies a man out cold
Every minute is a burning desire
For him to feel there's nothing higher.
Hope he knows is also despair,
The lie of the land begins to stare
Every minute is a burning desire
For him to feel there is nothing higher.
Will any hand rise from the many dead?
Maybe it's time to be quiet instead
Breath continues no more so
The dead is the living let the dying grow
The man with nothing in him to feel
A sorrow or regret meaningless to conceal
Yet every minute is a burning desire
For him to feel there's nothing higher!

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