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Snehith Kumbla Aug 2016
where oh did I lose that cascade,
passion-o-heart, madness...

clear skied simplicity in dreams,
shut-eyed wonderment in breeze,
where oh did I lose that cascade,
passion-o-heart, madness...

moonlit on an edgy path,
naked-foot on winter grass,
wild wolfish laughter howl,
crackling fire, songs aloud,

where oh did I lose that cascade,
passion-o-heart, madness...

treasures bestowed by a wise friend,
much that I heard and not heed,
a life allowed to be swept away,
million work hours on a morbid chair,  

where oh did I lose that cascade,
passion-o-heart, madness...
Snehith Kumbla Jul 2016
we make a rickety circle
and the beat takes us all,
bend forward, clap our
hands, sway this way, that,

a bow of arms,
twirl of legs, form
wings, furl, unfurl,
the body confined

in a twist of finality,
the world on a
swirl-round axis
and we curl to

where the planet
began its primal
dance, of scent,
step, musk, air...
The garba is a traditional Indian folk dance festival that celebrates nine forms of Goddess Durga. For nine evenings, especially in North-West India, people dance from evening to dawn to traditional music.
  Jul 2016 Snehith Kumbla
Sofia Chavez
There's this ache
in my heart
that I can only describe
as the first cold wind
on the last days
of summer.
Or like when you were a kid
and your parents packed you in a van.
Your house fading in the distance as you drove away from
everything
you ever loved.
The squeaks and creaks of familiar floorboards,
the smell of  your room
becoming fuzzy details
of your dreams.

There's this ache in my heart
that reminds me of
guts twisting up
right before they tell you
they've got some bad news.
Your toes curling in your shoes,
bracing yourself
for a punch
you never physically
receive.
Or the way your voice strains
when youre trying to get
a message
across
the pouring rain.
The cold soaking
through your clothes,
sticking to your soul.
Creating goosebumps
on the flesh that covers
the bone.
And you never really
ever
get quite dry.

There's this ache in my heart
that reminds me,
that reminds me.
That I could only describe
as just
that ache.
  Jul 2016 Snehith Kumbla
Nishu Mathur
Through the dancing leaves of the palms
And tufts of clouds that fill the skies 
Like a hymn, a song, a prayer, a psalm 
How beautiful is the sunrise
Curve by curve - gently rising 
The orb of pink, then orange glow 
Eyes like spheres hold the lighting 
Enthralled as the gold grows
Inch by inch, his presence felt 
The majestic sun - so bows the night 
Heating the ground - the day melts 
The breath of rays; the hope of life 
Sing the birds their morning song 
Spreading their wings to fly in bliss 
I too sing along 
Touched by the warmth -
And sun-kissed
  Jul 2016 Snehith Kumbla
Melissa S
Let's get back to the lazy days of summer
Where time stands still
Where we sit in the shade with our popsicles
and ice cream until we get our fill
Sip on some sweet tea and have a little picnic
or lay in a hammock reading with my sidekick
Where we walk around barefoot on the freshly cut lawn
or turn on the sprinkler for the kids to get their jump on
Where we watch the bees and butterflies flit and fly around
and listen to the whippoorwill's calling sound
Once God turns off the light we catch lightning bugs in jars
then lay back with our lover and count the stars
Let's get back to the lazy days of summer
Where time stands still
Snehith Kumbla Jul 2016
traffic smoke
piercing the haze
a butterfly
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