Sandeep Kulshrestha's Poetry

I am so lame   and insane   I give up my defenses   and bruises   yes,  they eventually hurt   when I say this to her   this is what I fear   when I walk the altar of hopelessness   some  amiable voice echoes   and I am back to the non-detached me   trying to relate   with what is not me   Dejection and  humiliation  are words   with some men made meaning   I don’t have words to say   on what I feel   In Finnish, the word is “ nöyryytys ”,   for humiliation   and it is just a word   my soul shreds   and you see it   When I walk out in this    smelting summer night   with all these conflicting echoes   all I hear is just noise   the day I tear it apart   It all becomes so vocally loud   I thought s...

From the hubris of a silence that is heard a chivalry of emotions emerges perceived delusions and the pain recapitulates with a daft ignorance I become someone else with the stroke of a thought it chokes the earlier me gagged thought can only gasp for truth but the hope still survives the question remains as it is Should I be a bruised cat or a phoenix?