Sandeep Kulshrestha's Poetry

  When the sun stretches its golden arms, and the morning whispers your name, I think of you, steady as the tide, warm as the hearth, a beacon in the quiet storm.   Your laughter, a melody that dances through the chaos, a song I hum when the world grows heavy. Your spirit, unyielding, a tree rooted deep, its branches reaching for the infinite sky.   In your presence, I am more. Not because you fill me, but because you remind me of the light I carry within. You are the mirror that reflects the beauty I often forget.   Together, we are a symphony— not perfect, but alive, each note a testament to the joy of being seen, of being known. You are my safe harbour, my compass in the wild, my friend, my love, my vista   And when the night falls, and the stars blink awake, I will rise with you not above, not below, but besides, always besides, in the quiet grace of this boundless love.   And when the night descen...

Coffee brewed in my mind when the drizzling Sunday morning arrived and I thought that a warm luscious chocolatey muffin could give a good company to the decadent latte and I drove down silly to the space where the endearing muffin dictates taste and aroma to the unwitting cup of a brown liquid which had an ancestry of beans  not so long back Muffin, all yawning and in its day dreams was just out of the oven not yet properly garnished or displayed it was raw and fresh and kind suddenly everything became uncluttered  and the naughty glimpse of the sun dislodged me completely and when I came out of my reverie the muffin had cleverly melted in my soul Sunday mornings can be so appetizing! 

  I know what I am saying is sort of a cliché that you are wonderful and your kind demeanor creates a surreal bond of which I do not have most appropriate  words or phrases but to say you are wonderful this flavor of being connected to an indefinable sweet energy field is beyond the frontiers of many minds my narcissistic self at least feels so that what I feel for you no one else can do and it sounds such a simple poem as if it is a ballad of a teen fantasy but then I think of you  more than I should think of you In this wonderous spirit of life you give me a reason to believe that someone could be so wonderful as you are  

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...

  The day has definitely some meaning as this is the day I reflect on the memories and my time spent with you on educated gossip, platonic ideals and situations galore where we talked, shared dreams and imagined surreal fantasies, is precious and serendipitous it is rare to have a heart that resonates with my mind and you have touched a piece of my world love is not just a one-dimensional construct beyond lovers there are those intangible, unexpressed cohorts of togetherness of mind-share, intellect and mutual comfort within close bonds of friendships une affaire intellectuelle Happy Valentine's day! let every other day be rejoiced with serenity of our being

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

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...

Leonard Cohen sings waiting for the miracle while I get a message and my life gets broken she says that she can’t fathom knowing me and my foibles henceforth the words war was my subconscious fallacy I could not convey that it was a different me sitting in a lonely corner of a heated parapet while I said something to terrify her trajectory, with me and Cohen sings, You wouldn't like it here There ain't no entertainment And the judgments are severe I didn’t have to say What I said the other day I didn’t have to measure up my words to say something I did all I did was trying to play safe and I ended up hurting my space I was some actor on a play where the audience dreamt of a lost plot The message was clear from her side I am the bedrock of her hate and I deserve the fate of surreal accusations, and the desolate acceptances I don’t deserve her in the notion of my life which has more half-truths than fanta...

The fact that deep down within me is a desire to be a philosopher doesn’t go down so well with what I feel as down and out human and I am in that mold now as I stop for a while and think of her She makes me appear as a lover when we cuddle up our emotions together and in the hazy shades of the day when she needs to drowse the fires of her insecurities I become her mother I don’t think I interchange the roles by choice every moment is undisclosed and beautiful even though chaotic When I dream of her we lose our inhibitions in the wildest of ways in the morning when I talk to her, I become her friend, again And, I do not touch her but we bare our soul, as naked as it can be and just after that emulsification of minds I become her soul-mate never to be apart in a non-worldly sense Surely there is an attraction Sometimes sublime and immaculate sometimes too boldly honest Sometimes a sinful construct W...

I do say it with a hidden brew of amorous dreams of not too much of subtlety the thoughts never cease to accept that's it's a version of love one which is rare undefinable, unclear it gets replenished when I watch her face through the prism of my random emotions I find the heart telling it's own language enhanced heartbeats joyful waits long drives unhealthy nibbles at a cafe the healthy bites of casual discussions the nuances of smiling to self an euphoric teen like feeling all of this emerges not with sobriety for sure the messenger nudges the message but the certainty of all of this is pleasing yet painful the greens and the reds and the yellows the colors so vivid like her persona and my precarious thoughts it is all so alarmingly exciting and wholesome just like her endless giggles