Sandeep Kulshrestha's Poetry

Few hours are already gone but the aroma of that one hour in the morning today brilliantly matches the feeling that you get when you meet someone who is prepossessing, with the eyes that sparkle perpetually and the wise fragrance of the warmth that starts with a generous hug and sets the day as a therapy in action that beautiful heartful hour when the city was flirting with half sun and half of patchy clouds, was a kind of a poem if one considers steaming breakfast and a animated chatter with a loving human as a complete verse All of it, now that I recall was like a spiritual serendipity, a subtle mindfulness something that I really wish I can describe in these random lines Soulful connections do not always happen randomly there is this organic urge to meet, confabulate and ignite our worlds with each others' presence Your presence is a soothing tender balm and as I take this deep breath and close my eyes I imagine this day would perch in my mind as a sunny bright day where the coo

Your aura is consistently brewing in my intractable mind need I say I am drenched in it? the day I met you, and it is so recent like the flower that has bloomed  in this spring of transcendence the beating heart and the soulful parleys co-existed, at least for me, in those three hours the beguilement of your demeanor  and the insights of your innocence it is all embedded in the cells of my prefrontal cortex, refusing to vanish, reluctant to let-go I cannot detach your thoughts from my current state of meditative nonchalance and that is how it has to be as a strain of Sun  touches the feet when I write this at the cusp where the departing winter morning seduces in its spell I can't help but smile and close my eyes I am smitten in a most undiscernible way It is subtle in many ways, definitely profound from another version of my own truth and there are few side effects my intellect has become more illuminated and I am charmed into new  horizons of hope I cannot really explain this so

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