Snehith Kumbla

the bumble bee
finds me
a ribald joke
...

music of a drizzle,
wet smell of earth

a sun scattered face,
...

when I laugh,
the whole body
one big mouth
of laughter
...

may the eyes of every
slithering light be blindfolded,
my love is here with me
...

what
is heavy
full to
the brim
...

no knowing of
right or wrong
that your form
shape the words
...

still yearn
for the sea waves
to awash my feet
...

flame goes out
moth whirls blind
where will it die now
slow withered wingless
...

we frantic
for secret places

cave inlet
...

have sieved the
ruins of discarded
things,
...