Seshan Krishnan

A breath of fresh air.
A glimmer of hope.
An Innocence of spirit,
A bundle of pure joy,
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If your heart has been shattered into a thousand pieces.

Can each piece regenerate into a whole heart?
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Creature of habits
Repetitive thoughts and patterns of thinking
Tomorrow and the day after
Doomed by the prison of my own concepts
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hi-fied, wi-fied
emailed and texted
Blackberried into
the collective unconsciousness
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I do not like your ego
I love you just the same
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Nights filled with star light
Silhouette of leafless trees

Deeds of love
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fragments of time,
marked by bits and pieces of happenings
blown by cosmic winds
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Rose water and Eau de Cologne
A lingering smell of ash
Smells of Death
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Must every moment be intensely felt?
Or is an unconscious one still as valid?

Must every decision be well thought through?
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Hear the birds,
the crickets and the geese.
morning music to feed the soul
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Mid summer heat

cicadas in the trees
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Hush! Listen!
Can you hear the screeching silence?
The Universe has its own hum.

Like a stream rushing to find its calm
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This day knows not of itself
This is celestial space
pace without haste
I have spent a thousand of these unawares
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Generous and abundant
Free space on a hard drive
To fill with memories and fun
Self-propagating
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Hungry for more of everything
This insatiability for life is infinite
People, places, culture, sounds, tastes, smells and sight
Experiences
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Not for applause
Nor care for snickering
Chirp, Chirp, Tweet, Tweet
Unseen birds in an unseen world
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If you were a sparkling star in the Milky Way

I think I would find you again
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A transient bubble in the foam of the surf

A single grain of sand on the shore
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