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 Aug 2016 Snehith Kumbla
Aeerdna
Trying to fill the empty spaces
with coffee stained pages
and the memory of a kiss on a windy night
when you were both drunk and under your closed eyes
there was only the illusion
of a different tomorrow
where birds would sing the music of your mind
where planes would take you
to a place where the roses never die.
You  fall asleep every night picturing yourself
wearing a nice shirt and a pretty **** smile
and in your dreams
her white dress dances around your body
in the shadow of a ****** red sky.

Is it hope or is it just a lie?

Eating crumbs of happiness from the pavement
won't turn you into a pigeon,
you're still a fish
swimming in a bowl of pain
surrounded by the smoke of the cigarette left burning in the heart serving as an ashtray.

And in the end you realize
that life is just a space between hellos and goodbyes.
Crave it. Crave life. Desire things that aren't material. Learn to grip every little thing and never let the feeling of being blown away by this earth leave your fingertips. Try new foods from different places and cultures. Don't shut your mind off to things that are not what you deem 'normal'. Open your heart to people and do not let yourself walk away from loving and being loved. Quit allowing your fear of getting hurt overcome your need of intimacy. Stop shying away from being vulnerable. Allow yourself to feel every emotion there is to feel. Don't fret when you start to feel a little insane. Don't worry when your throat swells up and tears form around the brim of your eyes. Be angry, happy, silly, sad, and wild. When people tell you that you're being too much, laugh.  Live your life empty of fear for tomorrow or regret from yesterday. Kiss lots of boys, walk long miles, swim in foreign waters, create new things, write. Love this life and yourself.
I feel you in the season changing
I feel the fall air surround me like your warm embrace
I feel you in the night lights
How they twinkle at me like your eyes
I feel you in the sun and moon
How they warm me and cool me in the most satisfying way
I feel you in the music
How each beat takes me to a different place with you
I feel you in everything I do
And I hope you always feel me too**
-m.w.
There’s something about
The way the candles
reflect on your tan body —
The way the warmth
And the dance of the fire
Makes everything about you
So appetizing;
So appealing.
There’s something about
The orange of your skin
And the rosy scent of it
That allures me
In the most lustful
And loving way —
In the most shallow
And meaningful way.
he told me i was beautiful under candle lights
 Aug 2016 Snehith Kumbla
Nabs
there's a butterfly
dying in my pocket
with torn wings and the
ache to fly
pressed close to my left chest
as if wanting to share a heartbeat

an old man saw me cradling
a fleeting life in my hand, he said

"It's dying."

"Why?," I asked

because a life this short shouldn't
have to end

"It's time," he walked past
and glass was growing in my throat
there was bile and words
wasn't this how we first met?

I cupped the butterfly in my hands
trying to save it, thinking of
honey water and second chances
a fantasy for a girl who wished for
better things

a life this short shouldn't have to end

but the butterfly is dying,
wings stopped fluttering
and tears were pouring
like rain

there is no second chances,
honey water is only selfishness
that we pretend was love

"would you rather have me cry in your arms or laugh with another?"

a life this short shouldn't have to end but
it does.

-nabs
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