Sandeep Kulshrestha's Poetry

I gift her shampoos, whole wheat flour, soaps and instant oats pencils and home food not porcelain mugs, vases or bouquet of fancy candies nor DVDs or moonlit nights it is my way of saying something that something is yet unknown to me or to my mind the word “something” is limiting “everything” has unlimited exposition she brings the gift of selfies with a face full of pain and tears much more than this she gifts me unlimited horizons of laughing over situations that are gifted to us she likes those gifts or that’s what she says she gives me love (not a cliché) of the kind that’s unimaginable it is beautiful than love itself although it is not love it is neither anything else she shows her recently shampooed hair and I see the scene in a slow motion and the aroma touches my nostrils and she washes her face at a tap in an open-air café and let the water dry, naturally she loves the coolness of the water and I look at...