Sandeep Kulshrestha's Poetry

  I was smitten by the silence of the dawn, or perhaps it was the dew that clung to the grass like a secret too fragile to speak. The trees stood tall, their leaves whispering stories of nights spent wrestling the wind, and I thought it was just me but the sparrow, too, carried the weight of its nest, the ant its crumb, the spider its web, each thread trembling with the burden of holding on.   The sun rose, not with a fanfare, but with a quiet insistence, pushing through the haze like a hand reaching for a forgotten name.   A butterfly brushed past, its wings a flicker of pale yellow against the orange sky, and I thought it was just me but the flower, too, had its petals to unfurl, its nectar to offer, its brief, bright moment in the sun.   The path stretched ahead, winding through the shadows and the light, and I thought it was just me but the earth, too, had its cracks to mend, its roots to...

At the moment It was us And the boardroom was quiet and quaint Sober and somber the quarterly results well, what can one say? And it thundered outside it was the first rain of the season as if seeking attention from the people in best suits and manicured tongues who speak their best, all the time Suddenly, the chair got up (not the leather bound mahogany one) and opened the blinds the all glass room looked as if it was surrounded by the beautiful shades of grey dark, light, extra light, extra dark the natural version of their suit colours was adopted by the clouds and the lightning roared as if there was no tomorrow and it rained with gusto all over and there was a murmur of more hot coffee and fritters the lady who opened the blinds smiled at all the rains had the upper hand over the quarterly results so they all went out and got wholesomely wet sometimes, all it takes is to be like a child to live it up! (C) Sandeep Kulshrestha ...