The body is in a prolonged period of a dry spell,
In the bosom, a tangled web of gold.
At the sight of a water-soaked gravestone,
The skin seethes with jealousy.
Ash of grief, cobwebs of love
In the bosom, a tangled web of gold.
There are many words for grief,
And love.
Between the toes, sands of time,
The sunburst slipping through my fingertips.
The cracks of millions of broken hearts,
Cut a gash through the scorched flesh.
The body is in a prolonged period of a dry
Spell,
In the bosom, a tangled web of gold.
Denude the sky,
I see a penumbra hiding behind the mantle.
The rubicund sun, the sky flushes.
The high shrill screeching cries of the clouds,
The body is a mausoleum of dry spells,
In the bosom, a tangled web of gold.
Nidhi’s writings have been featured by Quadrant Australia, Girl Talk HQ, eShe Magazine, University of California, Riverside, Say it Forward, Chicago School of Arts, Lewis Clark State College’s literary journal, St. Francisco University’s journal, The Elevation review (Kneeland Poetry Inc.), The Dillydoun Review, Xavier Review Press, California State Poetry Society, Signal Mountain Review- The University of Tennessee, Chronogram Magazine, Letters (Yale University), Setu Journal, Spill Word Press South Asian Today, Indian Periodical, Rising Phoenix Review, Life in 10 minutes press, Ariel Chart, Women’s Web, Women for One, Lekh, Garland Magazine, and Muse India. She is the author of “Confluence”.