Skip to main content

Posts

Showing posts from May, 2018

Is it love of a decadent kind?

The fact that deep down within me is a desire to be a philosopher doesn’t go down so well with what I feel as down and out human and I am in that mold now as I stop for a while and think of her She makes me appear as a lover when we cuddle up our emotions together and in the hazy shades of the day when she needs to drowse the fires of her insecurities I become her mother I don’t think I interchange the roles by choice every moment is undisclosed and beautiful even though chaotic When I dream of her we lose our inhibitions in the wildest of ways in the morning when I talk to her, I become her friend, again And, I do not touch her but we bare our soul, as naked as it can be and just after that emulsification of minds I become her soul-mate never to be apart in a non-worldly sense Surely there is an attraction Sometimes sublime and immaculate sometimes too boldly honest Sometimes a sinful construct W

Greatness

At the moment It was us And the boardroom was quiet and quaint Sober and somber the quarterly results well, what can one say? And it thundered outside the first rain of the season as if seeking attention from the people in best suits and manicured tongues who speak their best, all the time Suddenly, the chair got up (not the leather bound mahogany one) and opened the blinds the all glass room looked as if it was surrounded by the beautiful shades of grey dark, light, extra light, extra dark and the lightning roared as if there was no tomorrow and it rained with gusto all over and there was a murmur of more hot coffee and fritters the lady who opened the blinds smiled at all the rains had the upper hand over the quarterly results and they all went out and got wholesome wet sometimes, all it takes is to be like a child to live it up! (C) Sandeep Kulshrestha