Saturday, April 7, 2007

Artistic Innocence

Is it the child or the portrait that I admire,
The almond brown eyes make me fly higher.
I do wish to come down you know,
Profound words of joy to flow.
Is it the child or the portrait that I admire,
His shining black hair makes me fly higher.
The canvas is essential dear I understand,
There is no one who has an upper-hand.
Is it the child or the portrait that I admire,
Angel like innocence makes the day retire.
It is night now darling I feel heavenly,
Those curious eyes I adore terribly.
Is it the child or the portrait that I admire,
The artist of grace do I desire?
Oh! It is art that I admire for it knows no death,
The wings of fragility feel my breath.
It is art indeed that I admire both in form and truth,
The influence of childhood upon youth.
By Ajay Seshadri

Sun Never Sets



Forming letters to create a meaning
In distant passion far reaching
Closer you get to finer silk
The joy you beget in sweet milk
Familiarity never takes for granted
Affections and impudence implanted
Sweet to that tongue is milk and honey
To which the arrested find funny
Distant passion is it torture-never
Fierce in intensity for the better
Far-fetched ambitions are never far-fetched
To you without they are fearfully stretched
But the closer to distant passion you get
In your heart the sun never will set.

By Ajay Seshadri