Sandeep Kulshrestha's Poetry

I passed by our favorite café today morning  the place where food was uninspiring and the ever-smiling steward was Intimidating while nice, wanting us to leave as soon as we were done our strategy was different, however we couldn’t leave In a conversation vacuum that place had an art gallery although the art on display was to an extent, incorrigible and dark, kind of clumsy or many a times, superficial the art gallery is still there so is the steward the only thing missing is you and me, talking over the same uninspiring food your voice was invigorating nevertheless I used to watch you eat, while talking continuously those infectious voices loom large in my clever emotive mind the sounds of cutlery, the cafe music, the winter afternoons, your presence all of it certainly, in the complete histrionics Is what the heart transpired in all its innuendos all of the last month and more Your voice in all its trajecto...

From the hubris of a silence that is heard a chivalry of emotions emerges perceived delusions and the pain recapitulates with a daft ignorance I become someone else with the stroke of a thought it chokes the earlier me gagged thought can only gasp for truth but the hope still survives the question remains as it is Should I be a bruised cat or a phoenix?

You said  that I am a nomadic transgression sold unnaturally  in this dramatic tapestry of life and I said no, its not yet so simple the journey is more easier than you imagine Its you really It's you who has brought me into this joyous melody of creative hallucinations endless daydreams and never ending confabulations I am so complicated, yeah you have simplified all of this with the streak of so much love all around You tell me all the time that we should have met earlier and I said yeah we are here and now this trajectory is the icing on the cake and we see it and feel it all the time when we see the eyes on fire this journey is more easier than you imagine It's you really it's you who has brought me into this joyous melody of creative hallucinations...