Welcome to my blog, a journey into the mind. Hope you have a nice stay!

Niranjan Seshadri

The time has come

The time has come

There is much to create

Time isn’t a river in spate

Precious drops take flight

We may wither, but time knows no blight


Mud or throne, ashes cannot show

Even they disappear, with time’s incessant flow

Beneficial or wasteful, there isn’t a referee

Befouling our spending spree


Receding eras can’t be owned or loaned

Try as we may, the taste of truth is postponed

Even a moment that slips by

A wasted chance to rectify


The moribund clock, it brings in grey

Where we hesitate to go, it’s the only way

Standing still, time has a weakness

Known by those who’ve touched completeness

Lost pearl

Lost pearl

What we cannot see

What we cannot see