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Seshan Krishnan Poems
Validity of a Moment
Must every moment be intensely felt? Or is an unconscious one still as valid? Must every decision be well thought through?
Peace Of Heart
If your heart has been shattered into a thousand pieces. Can each piece regenerate into a whole heart?
A transient bubble in the foam of the surf A single grain of sand on the shore
Poem From The Dark
If you were a sparkling star in the Milky Way I think I would find you again
Thirty Percent Chance Of Rain
Not for applause Nor care for snickering Chirp, Chirp, Tweet, Tweet Unseen birds in an unseen world
Hungry for more of everything This insatiability for life is infinite People, places, culture, sounds, tastes, smells and sight Experiences
I do not like your ego I love you just the same
Wood Smoke and Cow Chips
hi-fied, wi-fied emailed and texted Blackberried into the collective unconsciousness
Essence of Life
Generous and abundant Free space on a hard drive To fill with memories and fun Self-propagating
The Silent Connector
This day knows not of itself This is celestial space pace without haste I have spent a thousand of these unawares
Hush! Listen! Can you hear the screeching silence? The Universe has its own hum. Like a stream rushing to find its calm
Mid summer heat cicadas in the trees
Feed the soul
Hear the birds, the crickets and the geese. morning music to feed the soul
The Yin And Yang Of It All
A breath of fresh air. A glimmer of hope. An Innocence of spirit, A bundle of pure joy,
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Validity of a Moment
Must every moment be intensely felt?
Or is an unconscious one still as valid?
Must every decision be well thought through?
Or is one made flippantly just as good?
Is a life without purpose or meaning
Of any less value than one with?