Published Poetry: 'Walking Down Taboot Street' and 'Government Office Lullaby'

Two of my poems appear in the May-June 2014 issue of Reading Hour Magazine.

'Walking Down Taboot Street' is about one of my favourite places in Pune. Most of the places and names mentioned in the poem are true.

'Government Office Lullaby' is an old poem of mine, written three-four years ago. There is an incompleteness to it, someday, may add fresh lines to its present abruptness and rawness. 

Published Poetry: New Day by Snehith Kumbla

what is 

heavy
full to
the brim
let it out
smoke like
into the night
that a new
road curves
before me

(This poem was first published in the Jan-Feb 2013 issue of Reading Hour Magazine. It was originally written in Hindi and later rewritten in English.)

Published Poetry: 'Fear'

This is to document that my poem 'Fear' has appeared in the Nov-Dec 2013 issue of  Reading Hour magazine.

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)

Published Poetry: Scrap Collector's Diary by Snehith Kumbla

have sieved the

ruins of discarded

things,

sometimes finding

on an old magazine,

pictures of women,

looking through you

with ageless eyes

block square keys of

a typewriter,

cardboard covers

of fragile messages,

images of shattering

glass,

empty bottles of

RAT POISON,

‘Kamasutra for beginners'

‘The lonely wife’

other clandestine

books, sometimes,

extracted from some

secret wardrobe chamber,

wrapped in brown paper

school notebooks with

red tick-marks, blots, rights,

wrongs, devastating

stories of marks, homework,

a light bulb that still works,

the legs of a chair,

toy horses, toy cars,

scratched plastic

gaping holes in mugs, buckets,

fake notes from a crumpled game

of monopoly,

a dead dog's collar, a heavy rusted screw,

every night in my dreams,

they come hopping over a barn,

now you know,

that I do not count sheep

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(This poem was first published in the Jan-Feb 2012 issue of Reading Hour Magazine.)

Published Poetry: 'Take My Hand'

My poem 'Take My Hand' appears in the March-April 2013 issue of the Reading Hour magazine.

Published Poetry: 'New Day'

My poem 'New Day' appears in the January-February 2013 issue of the Reading Hour magazine. 

Published Poetry: 'Auria'

This is to inform that the May-June 2012 issue of the Reading Hour also includes my poem 'Auria'. This is the first time the magazine has a certain theme for an issue - Music.

Published Poetry: 'Scrap Collector's Diary'

This is to inform that one of our poems 'Scrap Collector's Diary' has been featured in the Jan-Feb 2012 issue of Reading Hour Magazine.

Reading Hour is a rare Indian literary magazine that features short fiction, essays, verse and reviews. Published on a bi-monthly basis, the magazine completed its first year in Jan 2012. They also presently pay a nominal amount and courier the magazine and payment to the contributors, which is a gracious and sensitive gesture.Considering all things, the Reading Hour people make quite a good work out of it.

Wish more such Indian magazines provide us writers, poets and literary lovers with a common, converging outlet.