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Snehith Kumbla May 2017
life
you don't want to live

ways
you don't want to earn

friends
you would rather not make

girls
you wouldn't talk to again

this
death silence is your making

tell
me you didn't see it coming

self-destruction
mutates in myriad ways

sometimes
oh so quietly and

kaboom!
right in your suicidal-in-waiting face
Snehith Kumbla May 2017
once in a while go hither,
where man hasn't choked earth to tar

once in a while go thither,
where flowers sway golden, buds ajar

once in a while ponder,
trees helicoptering a stray, twirling shape

once in a while dash out,
away from gloomy computer haze,

once in a while stroll aimless,
down a narrow, dark mysterious lane

once in a while gauging,
the  kite's whirling escapades

once in a while go hither,
where Frost chose a less traveled path

once in a while go thither,
where you desire but hesitate in act

once in a while on a calm night,
when you go cascading on a dream

once in a while when years,  
have withered you to skeletal bane

all your once-in a-whiles shall  
gather, beehive heavy and clean  

once again you shall step out,  
awash in roaring wondrous sheen...
Snehith Kumbla May 2017
may be
we should be
standing this time

you  
a wall
and I

may be
we should be
after a shower

sipping
each other
dry of drops

may be
pretend
to sleep

then lurch
after each
other's skin

may be
start with
you on a chair

you know
it has been
a long time

days have
passed in arcs
and crosses

wicked schemes
have built
inside me

tomorrow has
an evening
to wade,
a day to
cross, twilight
to break,

may be
I will make it to the
other side of this wait,

and then tell you
how many many
other other ways
we can

may be
Explicit
Snehith Kumbla Feb 2017
Goa Goa Goa
a whisper on my lips

Goa Goa Goa
way she moves her hips

Here at this drab desk
On a drab drowned day

Goa Goa Goa
sings the wind in my hair
Snehith Kumbla Nov 2016
duo
two yellow butterflies
in the sun, entwined,
apart, chasing, diverging,
hovering hypnotic
over the first summer
bloom of the trees,

the wonder that is
travel, paving thy
own path in the air
stream, yet finding
each other,
perennially...
Snehith Kumbla Nov 2016
we waltz dancers,
we anti-gravity loafers,
mammoth or small fry,  

no repressive impetus,  
no stagnant blot on time,

when light, we glide,  
when laden, we fall
Snehith Kumbla Nov 2016
the wayward
bat of slumber
no longer makes
trajectories of the room

dog on leash
used to it

running shoes
walking stick

first water tank
pigeon flap

water tank
squirrel squeak
overflowing

school girls
at the gate,
call out their
friend's name

a scattered,
shrill chorus

fallen hair
comma over
tattered road
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