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 Sep 2016 Snehith Kumbla
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A happy couple,
You and me,
Walk.
A painter paints,
Both of us,
Exactly.
Into the Sunset.
HP Poem #1150
©Atul Kaushal
 Sep 2016 Snehith Kumbla
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I miss my dancing days
Do you remember Him?
How He moved like it was the only way one should move
Eternal, He -

I could live forever in His fountain of youth
If the truth wasn't so clear
I could drown in His water instead

~

In the forest fall
I hide from all
So I can hear Him
The voice in the darkness -
The singing god
Whispering just enough
To unhinge me

I'd imagine the stars still shine
Darkly over you
The stars here are different
They look the same
But they're askew
Not quite aligned
like me and you

Not quite bright
Not quite right
On this quiet night
Under the street light
Staring at the dust bin
Let the dogs get away
With all the meat left

I'm hungry, thirsty
No droplet of water
Found clean anywhere
Am I the only one?
Help the poor and needy
When the world lays traps
Pass by them
And leave them alone
In spring we met, strangers at that. You looked at me and my heart stopped. I looked at you and your face became  flushed.

Summer, we talked for hours. We learned each other's deepest secrets, our favorite things, and our worst things.

Fall, I fell for your eyes. Not knowing they were lies. Not knowing you would hurt me and break my heart into peaces. Oh, how I wished you would have a warning sign on your back. "Warning, Run and never come back!"

In Winter, I cried for weeks. Replaying the texts you sent me. I went outside in the pouring snow with out a jacket, but how would you know? It was a metaphor of how you made me feel numb and cold. How would that make you feel?
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