Sandeep Kulshrestha's Poetry

Flushed skin  when the charm uplifts when she touches new spark of naivety The caress of triviality is not something she raves about or tracing the DNA of her passions she doesn't care for the lyrics or the music she unravels the deep trance of her passion the drunkard lover the curious seducer she does not fight back her emotions or rawness of a deep touch she translates the language of  trespassing in her intimate monologues as her own self she is pristine out of the fresh sunshine, into the wild her walk, her inconsistent chivalry her demands, her concupiscence  it is not she but the verve I desire her as she wants me to femme passionnée Play the music to accompany the thoughts of the poem by clicking here

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