Biography of Ajay Seshadri
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.
Ajay Seshadri's Works:
Existential Relief is a book of poetry authored by Ajay Seshadri. The philosophy of Existentialism gave the poet inspiration to write poetry addressing certain ontological conflicts experienced by individual consciousness. It has a preface by the author that explains in detail the background behind the conception and the philosophers who spurred in the poet the urge to creatively express what logic can only measure. It claims that an experience is free to be interpreted but the experience itself cannot be denied as it is a subjective reality. The reader will find poems also on nature apart from philosophy. As the human mind is projected on to other living beings through a personal reality even if the living beings as existents are outside, the emotions of love, disappointment, pain, joy and oppression are as real to these beings as it is to the individual and thereby the project of transcendence is transcended.
Existential Relief is neither negative nor positive but a neutral experience that arises out of the separation of conflict from resolution. The ability to resolve the conflict does not exist because what is real is this conflict. The moment conflict is resolved there is no resolution and the whole pursuit is then rendered a fallacy. In such a pursuit conflict is directed towards an imaginary resolution and as a result conflict gets falsely aggravated. When one faces emptiness he is in direct conflict with reality and the only way one addresses this conflict is through expression.
Most of the poems are in free verse but do rhyme and there are some Haiku poems as well. They deal with the fallacy of cosmic play, reflections of the human mind in the field of consciousness of nature, birds, nights and rivers and the meaning of what can give existential relief which is nothing but a subjective choice as transcendence transcended. The book enjoyed favourable reviews in the Hindu Metroplus and the Indian Express supplement. It has been reviewed in depth by Ms.Patricia Prime, a renowned poet who has appreciated the poems and has brought out their flavour in a way that makes delightful reading. It has a foreword by Dr.Mohammed Fakhruddin the editor of Poets International, a journal on short verse. The second edition of the experience of Existential Relief is now available.
In Search of Lost Innocence and Truth Within
Ajay began writing poetry in tune with Nature and ‘inner experience’. He compiled his first collection of poems and published it as ‘In Search of Lost Innocence and Truth Within’. His first ever collection represents budding expressions of a poet seeking permanence in Nature, Philosophy, Love and Meaning of life. Whether he found it or not he wrote enough poems to constitute a book.
Ajay Seshadri Poems
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.
As Windows Open (Sitigotyo)
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.
The Dark Horse
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
Twilight Visions (Sitigotyo)
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.
The Abode of the Third Eye
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
In my old farm house My dophamine on a high Gives me golden wings To stay put in flight and fall;
The sounds fade away Ears welcome them one by one Received then let go! Why murmur when they have left?
The last book I read Takes time to retell stories; As if there's someone In my corner I can't see
Monday nights are strange Though I shall find in them pain Enough to submerge; How the day began through me
In Faith and Chance!
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
Container In The Contained
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
The Target Of A Compass
It strikes you as odd that you would have to be told This blade of ungreen grass pricks my throat
Hand Moves Slowly
I'm nondescript now but I hope that the woods can tell me The pebbles all make sounds and I search for their maker The streams follow through to lift the beats as I move on But I cannot find the maker for where is he?
The Target Of A Compass
It strikes you as odd that you would have to be told
This blade of ungreen grass pricks my throat
You bleed from the hurt that you cause me
The island that was made equal gets submerged.
You shiver of the fever that you shudder to see
I fret and burn over the fever that you cause me,