Sandeep Kulshrestha's Poetry

Possibly, it is love no it is not merely plain admiration nor intoxicating lust If I think about you and lean in those thoughts, unpossessed yet embedded and get in the elements of non duality, oneness of the body and mind I know it is metaphysical and raw, physical still lust is a powerful word I am powerless, grounded in my own insufficiencies  and a victim of my own world and my world connects organically to your dreamy acceptance yes, it is love I don't have a flowery definition neither a phrase to sell but a moment of peace, within me connects discreetly to you

  At the junction, the name of which I forgot already in the company of stale sea breeze and a gloomy sunrise at the backdrop I met you and the color that you wore resembled black your mascara clad eyes and the fragrance of yellow roses looked as if we were having a date  but then I had other plans When you were looked in my eyes, my impulse was to look in yours for a moment I forgot the moment and took a deep breath I held your hand then, as tightly as I could and started my walk I don't remember what you said but you were laughing and giggling and I was loving all of it, the whole-body experience of the energy that you brought was not enough for me, at all The walk continued till I saw a better view of the Sun in the silent vision of the sea And I was looking at you and you were looking everywhere around My hands were in your hands still  and the breeze was letting your hair look disheveled  and your pristine innocence took me in and we embraced The waves had started crashing in

Her onslaught is temperamentally subtle and  hooks you up in a different realm you may not even know the frame of her mind is perpetually juxtaposed in a way that may be deliciously detrimental  for you there is no way to escape no where to go being with her and watching her silently is enough everything else is a beautiful accompaniment to her chaotic symphony