Monday, 30 September 2013
Saturday, 28 September 2013
Photography: A Budding Hobby
Photography has been a budding hobby for a while now, have no care for strict technique, nor do I Photoshop the images; but whenever the fancy seizes me I pick up the camera and frolic about. A selection of my clicks are constantly featured on my blog, along with occasional works of poster art : SNEHITH'S POSTER ART AND OTHER DIVERSIONS
Wednesday, 25 September 2013
Published Poetry: Auria by Snehith Kumbla
It gives me unabashed joy to present before you, dear readers, a poem written by me, titled - Auria.This poem first appeared in the May-June 2012 issue of the Reading Hour magazine.
Evening has long descended and happy circumstances have led to a rendezvous between lovers. The poet wishes for the world to be reduced to a hush, the night to blanket every intruding light, such that two beings dwell calmly in their cocoon. Gentle, unhurried, cosy, velvety - in the sense of these feelings does the poet meet the woman he adores. Eternity prevails.
Auria
by Snehith Kumbla
may the eyes of every
slithering light be blindfolded,
my love is here with me
may the night be
as quiet as a village,
my darling gently dries her wings
let no thought betray
no stone pelt a shiver
my dove goes visiting a dream
hush now, oh deepest
of all fathom, the
world floats on a heartbeat
all things done, undone,
things indelible, leisurely
things, now discarded
a parting feather in flight
descends...
her beguiling bejeweled body
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(Article by Snehith Kumbla)
Evening has long descended and happy circumstances have led to a rendezvous between lovers. The poet wishes for the world to be reduced to a hush, the night to blanket every intruding light, such that two beings dwell calmly in their cocoon. Gentle, unhurried, cosy, velvety - in the sense of these feelings does the poet meet the woman he adores. Eternity prevails.
Auria
by Snehith Kumbla
may the eyes of every
slithering light be blindfolded,
my love is here with me
may the night be
as quiet as a village,
my darling gently dries her wings
let no thought betray
no stone pelt a shiver
my dove goes visiting a dream
hush now, oh deepest
of all fathom, the
world floats on a heartbeat
all things done, undone,
things indelible, leisurely
things, now discarded
a parting feather in flight
descends...
her beguiling bejeweled body
#
(Article by Snehith Kumbla)
Thursday, 5 September 2013
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