Sandeep Kulshrestha's Poetry

  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  

My verse when it revolves around thinking of you in a way that is a strange mix of yearning and a smile has there two words in common, "missing you" and it is perplexing because whenever I write these two words, I do really miss you and it changes the plot whatever I write turns into pure yearning Today, I thought of devising a plan I will not say that I miss you henceforth can I replace there words with a set of five or six words, like "in the aura of your sweetness" or "meddling my thoughts with you" or even, "in love with your existence?" People may argue that words are creation of a human mind so what will happen If I keep on saying that I am "missing you"? I am not aware of someone else' thoughts I do not want to trade off yearning with desperation If I am in love with your existence I see you everywhere hence, no point of saying that I miss you Now this decision looks like it will not change and I feel relived in a certain way...

Possibly, it is love no it is not merely plain admiration nor intoxicating lust If I think about you and lean in those thoughts, unpossessed yet embedded and get in the elements of non duality, oneness of the body and mind I know it is metaphysical and raw, physical still lust is a powerful word I am powerless, grounded in my own insufficiencies  and a victim of my own world and my world connects organically to your dreamy acceptance yes, it is love I don't have a flowery definition neither a phrase to sell but a moment of peace, within me connects discreetly to you

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...