Sandeep Kulshrestha's Poetry

My coffee chides me a kind of motherly triviality as if I was born to see caffeine as a lullaby Piano sounds on the earphones and mind drifts to the childhood of glasses of milk, bland omelettes, ophthalmological problems and power cuts old houses of memories of Eastman color frames pale sunlight and now, the coffee coffee is a healer from blind dates to old age cynicism it seems like acting on some nerves even though I may love the capabilities or the taste of the tea coffee reminds me I am getting older and crispier the rustiness of my affair with this brown drink tunes me inside somewhere the dark clouds outside the windowsill and the coffee starts melting me within