Hardik Vaidya Poems

You whispered to my virgin ears,
Innocent love is the only prayer.
When my pitutiary was firing,
Your immense faith assured be honest its your calling.
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A square pug in a round hole,
If the diagonal equals the diameter,
Then over your cherry lips is a black lusty mole.
A round plug in a square hole,
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I realised what poems truly are,
Stars strewn in the deserts of Utah.
Jewels that shine always bright, not powered by physics,
But burnt by fish, rice, wheat, and the earth of our life.
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Some relationships are made on earth, on her basalt
I hate relationships given to me by gods gracious drunken halt
I am what I am, he made me, he set me free, then its me, not his call.
What met my eye, was flower which bloomed once in a millennia of all.
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Why have you pawned your soul to her?
To the lines on your palm, as they run down and murmur?
To the parrots who choose cards, caged, devoid of their greens,
Wanting to break free and beg to demur?
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He was half naked, had lost his shirt,
seemed clueless about himself, covered in dirt.
Bending down was tugging at the cobble stones,
trying to pry them out, and search for lost souls.
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I am a misfit in the rut of life,
And in the heat of love.
I have failed to lie,
Failed to not confess.
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Why do we have so many Gurus?
Some squares, some cubes.
Some with eyes blinking, some with bosoms heaving.
Some with lips so luscious, some with minds full of apsaras pleasing.
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It has been raining.
Sloshing through the alleys of my mind.
I fall into an open drain hole,
Yell at the municipality folks,
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If I were born an Indian Muslim,
How deep a Hindu would I have had to be?
Is a question that intrigues my mind till infinity.
Despite all scorn, suspicion, hate of brothers,
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