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  May 2020 Nidhi
Jo
the wind is hitting my face
my heart is beating so fast out of my chest
i’m trying to catch my breath
i have sweat running down my spine all the way down to my legs

the waves are splashing me
more water on my damp body
can’t tell what is sweat and what is salt water

but i’m running and i’m running
by the beach
listening to my favorite music
going along with the beat

tell me,
what else am i supposed to feel except for freeness?
Nidhi May 2020
sip of coal wine swirls in my mouth
reaching each end of my mouth
dancing on my tongue
each sip lingers on my tongue
the bullets shooting from your hands
breaking my bones  
devouring the meat in my skin
and the flavor of coal wine rages in between my lips
  May 2020 Nidhi
Eva B
I spend the night trying to run from the storm
wrapping its arms around this town

but its roar
the thought of her

too intrusive too raging too electric

her rain softens the earth around my naked heart
the one I buried just for her

I lie awake stuck at 9, 894  
being unearthed is painful

I argue with the storm
until I realize there's no outrunning myself
Revision. The original (first/second) draft reads:

I spent the night
trying to run
from the storm
wrapping its arms
around this town

but its roar
was too intrusive
and the thought of her
is too raging too electric
for my naked
heart.

The one I placed
at the center
of this downpour.
  May 2020 Nidhi
Left Foot Poet
~~~

Vanilla Extract

under extreme duress,
word-boarding extreme,
she issues up reluctantly a true confess

her secret ingredient
in everything is
vanilla extract

where do you source this
in quantities so ample,
keep it well hid,
for all I see
after cupboard investigatory
solitary tiny brown bottle
shelved alone, forlornly?


wearing a vanilla smile,
that persists for quite the while,
she crinkly eyed laughs

“I extract vanilla
nearly everyday,
for when I awake to a
fresh poem from a poet
who loves me,
I draw all the vanilla out,
then feed it back to him
in the foods I supply,
so his poetry is for ever
sustainable”
Nidhi Apr 2020
Your love is what makes my heart
create music for the birds
but once you stop loving me
my heart slows down
slows down
slows down
it would be the time
when no bids would hear the music
you made in my heart
Nidhi Apr 2020
the Devil punishes the ones who do evil
that doesn't make him evil
would that make him a saint
for punishing the ones who do wrong on Earth
is the Devil really a devil
or is the Devil a saint
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