Hardik Vaidya [http://hardikvaidya.blogspot.in] (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
Poems of Hardik Vaidya
|341.||Swami and Narayana||11/17/2013|
|342.||Sweet and Strange Dream||2/26/2013|
|344.||Takshashila - Hindi Poem with English Translation||3/14/2013|
|345.||Tell me the truth and Now.||2/21/2013|
|346.||Tell me why?||2/19/2013|
|348.||Thank you, Chief Editor Outgoing - Poemhunter.com||3/27/2013|
|350.||The 5th Season||2/19/2013|
|351.||The alpha and the beta.||11/14/2013|
|352.||The Art Of Sleeping||11/25/2013|
|353.||The Bentleys Tires||2/14/2013|
|354.||The biggest secret affair I have ever kept.||3/22/2013|
|356.||The bridge on river Why.||12/15/2013|
|357.||The Color Red||2/22/2013|
|358.||The dead and their ashes.||11/14/2013|
|360.||The eagle is back||3/14/2013|
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.