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Snehith Kumbla Jul 2017
we take the corner seats,  
we wild animals in heat
wait for the lights to die,  
and then in one soft sigh,
run a hand over your thigh
Snehith Kumbla Jul 2017
dog
all night long
dog
your old song
dog
all night long

how
your friends  
yelp
growl  howl
dog
your old song

dog
all night long
dog
mad decibel gall  
dog
your old song

dog
one pelts stone
dog
guard flings stick
dog
your old song

dog
your old song
dog
your old song
dog
all night long

run
dog
run
dog
run

early
tomo'
morn

dog
catcher
prowling

run
dog
run
dog
run

run
dog
run
dog
run
On street dogs, their liveliness and noisy spirit
Snehith Kumbla Jun 2017
Bee
the bumble bee
finds me
a ribald joke

hell bound
to poke
into me

an ancient song
of its folk
Snehith Kumbla Jun 2017
when I laugh,
the whole body
one big mouth
of laughter

when I sing
words emit
like a seismo-
seismograph

If I squat, drowsy,
all my teeth are
melting down
a whirlpool

walk, look back
and wonder,
whose vanishing
footsteps
are they
meanwhile,

my as-lost-as-me
friends, frantic for
shade in the sun
and can't find it

together, like a
splash of colours,
we loll in the garden
for the madness to pass

later, at home they ask
about the blood red
eyes, I say, it was
some colour, some holi
*Bhang is a milk-based drink traditionally consumed on the day of holi, the festival of colours in India. This poem was first published in the Mar-Apr 2012 issue of the Reading Hour magazine.
Snehith Kumbla Jun 2017
fingers to imbibe
sculpture of a body,  
skin I will caress
drop by drop,  
cloud thy golden-
rayed spread form,

sip honey sweetness,
bee wings flapping,
steaming musk,
fireflies illumine,
on a blue valley of
an anonymous realm,
we shall alight

the words and us,
drip, globular, suckle,
kiss , ripple, river
Snehith Kumbla May 2017
just sitting here
with stiff legs
a stone face

when I swivel
it is to swivel
at a single place  

not going anywhere
am your swivel chair
not going anywhere
am your swivel chair

have long stopped longing
for adventure and smiles
have discarded all things
that enlivened me inside  

have no life, do not care
am not going anywhere
am your swivel chair

you look like me
I look like you

each passing year
we just wait here
for no person
for no place
for all things to
magically change

like two brothers
rusting together
like two brothers
rusting together  

just sitting here
with stiff legs
a stone face

when I swivel
it is to swivel
at a single place  

am not going anywhere
am your swivel chair
am not going anywhere
am your swivel chair
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