Hardik Vaidya Poems

I love you.
I can see you,
What the hell is new?
I wait.
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Hey Mumbai.
Remember me?
I came to you, a refugee.
From jobless and hapless Oh Calcutta.
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I am angry at my self.
Really really mad.
I tried sincerely to convince,
But as stubborn that he is,
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I was sauntering back after a sumptuous lunch,
While this poem came as an well awaited and longed for burp.
Been to an old fav joint, the paranoid would prefer to avoid.
It is called the Pancham Puriwala, opposite CST station,
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Drona was supposed to be a guru,
He asked for the thumb of his student,
An Archer of all Archers,
Ekalavya.
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I am a meandering stream,
Not perennial, but rain fed,
By the waters of your eyes,
Not your tears.
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I am a fair man,
Don't count me with the turkeys who dig their heads in sand.
I have the mind of an American,
The roots of an Indian, by that I do not mean a red Indian.
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Cables of all types, threading and snaking.
Through light poles,
Tree holes,
Atop roofs,
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The price of youth, is in the inertia of its tomorrow's.
Youth is not just a state to mate,
It is a gate to leap through your soul,
Into the universal whole.
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