Poems of Ajay Seshadri
|1.||A Grey Rose||3/16/2012|
|2.||A Note from a Banished Thinker||8/31/2013|
|3.||A Phrenic Quake||1/24/2012|
|4.||An Idiom Can Change Your Life||8/31/2013|
|5.||As Windows Open (Sitigotyo)||7/6/2010|
|6.||Come Again Lunar Eclipse||6/26/2010|
|8.||Common Measure (2)||8/8/2010|
|9.||Container In The Contained||7/5/2010|
|10.||Every Throb Is A Drop!||9/29/2010|
|11.||Gentlemen by the Pillars||3/2/2012|
|13.||Hand Moves Slowly||7/1/2010|
|14.||I Doubt or do I?||3/16/2012|
|15.||In Faith and Chance!||7/6/2010|
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 birds are few and so in-between I can hardly see them
I finally reach the banks of a pagan river and sit on the raft
I remain seated waiting for my customer for I need the money!
When? I hope it doesn't get too long for we are all slaves of time.
I notice one approach