Sandeep Kulshrestha's Poetry

It is all about the hidden pact A light hearted creation of thought jugglery My platonic determination Is a deterrent From falling in love with you In my sober dreams, however I do not have finer controls Over my lustful dungeons There I may fantasize Holding your hand And a glass of fine champagne on the other And the cascading dance makes us come closer And touch each other’s trembling and fragile emotions And it doesn’t end there As emotions are contagious I make soft love to you all through the night And then the dream breaks Into the daily trajectory of Life I love you to the hilt, An expression that I cannot bring into ignorant words But it is of a different kind The kind when a ingenious intense bond Doesn’t die There are boundaries Not created by anyone But we are by choice abiding this invisible facade And I love being bounded by This sophisticated bond That is forever This wall acts like a machine That dissects reality Into chunks of swee

The colours lay stilll at the surface of the shades of emotions and I could draw contours of pain in the shadows of agony when I used the metaphor of trust you defined it by a succinct analogy when you said that betrayals are just myths and you betrayed my thoughts When I see hope dwindling I see the beauty in nothingness even if you are not around here when I have self-philosophical dialogues on love and hope, trust and betrayal, I still know that the innocence that you show is for real Love cannot be subjugated to definitions Trust is just a word after all

Gulabi taaseer hai gulabi mazhab hai aaj rang ka jashn hai, har jashn main gulabi rang hai (Pink is the impact, pink is the religion today is the celebration of colours, every celebration has pink in it) She brandishes her beautiful, all white pure teeth and smells of fresh wind that a sudden shimmery summer brings when you are in shade this verse is all about pink and her eyes reflected the color in many ways, Some you cannot imagine I am platonically mesmerized “je suis hypnotisé” as they say in French The strawberry season tried it’s best But I prefer her nonchalance today and the jazz at the café finds the pink melodies from the ramparts of my closed emotions I am surely smitten of an eternal self In the vivid imagination of the unknown karmic world She holds my hand and we see pink and orange skies Different colors Play around the bonfire of togetherness Her eyes play with the Texture of my thoughts The curio