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

Niranjan Seshadri



There is a constant shower of grace

Holding an umbrella we don’t see a trace

Protecting  our desires and keeping them dry

We lose out on the grace that’s in oversupply


The nature of grace is not secretive

It’s in every helping hand that is positive

We seek it in forms that no one has seen

While it is in plain sight, as it has always been


Grace, it comes down a stairway beyond the stars

The first step is to cede the mind’s wars

An opening to the universe that’s been a mystery

It never gets old, every moment is a different story


Grace lives through us when we are giving

Once it wets the mind, we become forgiving

When the gentle hand of grace touches desire

They fall to the ground, freeing us to go higher

Helping Hands

Helping Hands

The Door

The Door