Hardik Vaidya

Rookie - 314 Points [http://hardikvaidya.blogspot.in] (26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

Hardik Vaidya Poems

1. Love 1/17/2013
2. The Rape Of Mumbai 1/18/2013
3. You Have Arrived. 1/19/2013
4. The Eternal Need 1/19/2013
5. Sunday Morning 1/19/2013
6. Spring 1/20/2013
7. Death 1/21/2013
8. 64th Republic Day - India. 1/26/2013
9. Bholenath. 1/26/2013
10. Salesman. 1/26/2013
11. Sahara. 1/28/2013
12. Sometime 1/29/2013
13. Time 1/29/2013
14. Garbage Cleaners Of Mumbai. 1/29/2013
15. Sex In My City. 1/30/2013
16. Poetry 1/30/2013
17. Sales Budgets 2/1/2013
18. The Times Of India 2/3/2013
19. Unwritten Poetry 2/3/2013
20. Road Cowboys Of Gujarat 2/3/2013
21. Baval - A Thorny Shrub 2/3/2013
22. Praagaash - The All Girls Band In Jammu And Kashmir. 2/4/2013
23. Calcutta - My Love 2/4/2013
24. Rabindranath Thakur - A Strong Complaint. 2/4/2013
25. Itune. 2/4/2013
26. Nataraj 2/4/2013
27. Nature 2/4/2013
28. Office Meetings 2/5/2013
29. Mahakali 2/5/2013
30. Shipping Container 2/5/2013
31. Lost And Found 2/5/2013
32. India Pakistan Bangladesh 2/6/2013
33. Bean Counting Poets. 2/6/2013
34. Please Call 2/6/2013
35. Gentlemans Game 2/6/2013
36. Poem To Poet 2/6/2013
37. Love In A Local Train 2/6/2013
38. Buying Love. 2/1/2013
39. America 2/1/2013
40. Recycling. 2/2/2013
Best Poem of Hardik Vaidya

Dignity Of A Better Lover A Poem In Bangla - With English Translation

Akhono muhorito praan Amaar
Tor boshonter paagol dibha raatree shomaan,
Mor ontorer Aakash, paataal
Dujone sourobhito tor gourobe opaar
Maatee amaay Chede diye che,
Tor rangaa chokh amaay kede niyeche.

Translation:

Even now blossoms my being,
In the mad spring days and nights of yours,
The sky and the depths of me,
Both remain fragrant in your dignity.
The soil has divorced me,
The red of your eyes have snatched me.

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The Rape Of Mumbai

The rape of Mumbai:

A city of dreams. Dreams of men. Men and only men.
A diva that rocks, a diva that rolls, a diva that regales in men.
Like droves they come, wanting a piece of her, coy to the core she is.
Drives them to their silly deaths, and laughs, you are not the one for me.

That is what I thought when I came to her as a bee.
To ride or to be ridden is a matter of choice, to ride is a better one.

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