Sandeep Kulshrestha's Poetry

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

I think and thoughts meddle in my thinking when I have visions of you those visions I envisage are uniquely mine you will not relate to those truths So I don't transfer them In your delicate, uncluttered mind   I can't imagine how you process Your thoughts of me From the signs I see From my naive disposition I see a template of acceptance, some uncanny space of joy that I perceive in your laughter makes me get more reasons to think of you   A friend says that one can't intellectualize relationships Am I doing it? I do not know I just let myself loose completely As freely as I can In a calm sense of being A terse emptiness in knowing I belong It may all be momentary satiation of small desires Yet I want to think of you more I do not have any version of you I have tried to empty my mind And in this vacuum of dichotomous ideas All I see is you

Her little self is an ocean of amorousness while she precipitates an avalanche of giving in all of the unwinding trajectories of being a consciousness of sorts a serendipitous journey where she meets the tumultuous path that intertwines nostalgia, love and lost desires her presence is pure bliss who dare not rise in love? I see her in a distance metaphorically but, stays somewhere very near it is undefinable yet true all of what heart feels and knows is not always explainable In my dream today morning when the dawn was still yawning I held her close while I smelled the dew the nervous and frozen petals of the rose suddenly were agile, blooming the winter morning sun kissed her cheeks while I was tempted to do so her murmurs broke my dream She crosses those paths which a selected few attempt she is a desire fugitive she is the smitten universe