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Missing You

I passed by our favorite café today morning  the place where food was uninspiring and the ever-smiling steward was Intimidating while nice, wanting us to leave as soon as we were done our strategy was different, however we couldn’t leave In a conversation vacuum that place had an art gallery although the art on display was to an extent, incorrigible and dark, kind of clumsy or many a times, superficial the art gallery is still there so is the steward the only thing missing is you and me, talking over the same uninspiring food your voice was invigorating nevertheless I used to watch you eat, while talking continuously those infectious voices loom large in my clever emotive mind the sounds of cutlery, the cafe music, the winter afternoons, your presence all of it certainly, in the complete histrionics Is what the heart transpired in all its innuendos all of the last month and more Your voice in all its trajectory

Gloom

Blueberries gaping out of a black and white mug chiseled scraped clouds dissemination of a halo Gloom! Persecution of a perspective Shallow intercepts of void the eyes don't pop up on wit Gloom! Smile or a facade? promiscuous promises no more churlish fantasies Gloom! With a bang of sorts exuberance of a victim vivid experiences of certainties Gloom! No voice that sounds like the ocean a vacuum in reason a virtuous moral man Gloom!

Momentarily

Smoked eyes gargoyle water philistine slanderous thoughts how clandestine things can be how candid my mind should be travelogue shining out the senses muddy decorum shady deals of illicit dreams desolate perfumed senses overtly burnishing the arousal on a dark by-lane of concupiscence my thoughts transforms you from reality to an thingamajig how powerful the need crisscrossing from a overpowering lust to a listless, emotive dissonance are you still lingering you need to sift hunger from a narrative of a daydream and you will traverse into rapturous being momentarily

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

When we made love all afternoon

Innocently you had put the curtains on but you liked the Sunlight trespassing the monolith wall of your living room you had other plans to light a dim fluorescent light which made you look a lesser shade of pink or was it your boldness painted by a blush? When i touched your cheeks to verify the pink your lips opened voluntarily not concealing your vulnerability and we kissed in reality or was that a metaphor hitting on my hallucination? We probed each other and there was no diagnosis and no remedy speed was an option but a pale yellow light sneaking through the windowpane had a message with a wink that the afternoon was still alive and we had much time to ourselves We fired up the afternoon sun and i shut the pink dull light from my eyes your curves emanated a light of their own and your voice accentuated the arousal we made a meeting with our naughty selves concealed from the afternoon and th