Treasure Island

Ajay Seshadri

(01/03/1983 / Chennai)

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 this paradise I was there
Till my trails fell from grace to common sense
A prey to fear and food for despair
Now the earth is flat and there is nowhere to go
Keep moving hums a voice- a vision in my soul to grow
For the butterfly has entered my mind
With the ladder to paradise in the eyes
Where is sight but deep inside
I long to breathe this air forever
Time and season have been my wake up calls
I rise to the sunshine between the clouds
Seeing the vapor cascade down
Into petals of joy that flowers can’t play down
Then the battle disappears leaving me at home
With my senses and your imagination.

Submitted: Sunday, June 16, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 30, 2013

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  • Payal Parande (8/7/2013 1:41:00 PM)

    Imagination is more important than knowledge. beautiful write sir i was lost in the world you created..just simply brilliant (Report) Reply

  • Gajanan Mishra (6/16/2013 10:14:00 AM)

    my senses, your imagination, good one, thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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