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

Niranjan Seshadri

A fragrance called Life

A fragrance called Life

Life’s essence, a fragrance unseen

It’s answers, guarded by the shy Queen

Hints are many, when takers are very few

Senses have succeeded in their coup


Flowers disguised as thorns

Aren’t the cause of inner storms

They pierce the hazy wind that always blows

And show us what is true and close


A flower’s precious asset, sweet fragrance

Is freely gifted to the wind as a vagrant

Yet the loyal always flock

The enchanting redolence shows where to knock


We cannot sip on soul’s brew

When thorns are hidden from our view

But they are easy to spot

They carry the aroma of thought

The drop that makes us whole

The drop that makes us whole

The Mystical

The Mystical