Sandeep Kulshrestha's Poetry

From moronic silly conversations to self pathos the tumultuous years have gone by leaving me more vulnerable and defeated  than ever before I thought so as much and it just happened all the fictions of the past are real nothing is metaphorical  not because my heart says so  not because you still admire my false naivety I struggle  with my self-pity and the realization that the time of some benign work does not sound extraordinarily comforting My insecurities have given me the courage in some ways to say this to you I am a figurehead of anomalies with a shallow intellect of a frightened depth of course, your presence makes it easier for me to talk it out the realm of your lack of judgment has the stamp of unconditional love