Sandeep Kulshrestha's Poetry

Coffee brewed in my mind when the drizzling Sunday morning arrived and I thought that a warm luscious chocolatey muffin could give a good company to the decadent latte and I drove down silly to the space where the endearing muffin dictates taste and aroma to the unwitting cup of a brown liquid which had an ancestry of beans  not so long back Muffin, all yawning and in its day dreams was just out of the oven not yet properly garnished or displayed it was raw and fresh and kind suddenly everything became uncluttered  and the naughty glimpse of the sun dislodged me completely and when I came out of my reverie the muffin had cleverly melted in my soul Sunday mornings can be so appetizing! 

She crosses many paths And the Sun is down Her hands are curious Laughter reverberated with ease The sound of a window opening Sky is lit Love, an enigma She looks at her glasses Who is smiling now? Richness of the emotions The eyes look benign Realm of endless thoughts Great is the morning The book falls She touches her mind

Blueberries gaping out of a black and white mug chiseled scraped clouds dissemination of a halo Gloom! Persecution of a perspective Shallow intercepts of void the eyes don't pop up on wit Gloom! Smile or a facade? promiscuous promises no more churlish fantasies Gloom! With a bang of sorts exuberance of a victim vivid experiences of certainties Gloom! No voice that sounds like the ocean a vacuum in reason a virtuous moral man Gloom!