Hardik Vaidya Poems

Morning,
I saw you emerge from me.
How ignorant is man to not drink from your lips.
The songs of hope the sky left,
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She or He builds castles of poems.
In the land of Alphabets.
Separated only by the Moat,
Which is the tongue of the poet's soul.
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There is no cost to war.
I am yet to figure out the price
Of a torn limb,
A blown off head,
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Why do we war?
We want us and ours.
What are we?
The difference between us and the enemy.
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To rate a poem is an easy job.
Unlike life she is either in color or black and white.
You either find her irresistible or you don't give a second look.
She either turns your soul and breaks your neck,
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How small is the leap, yet how big.
So short is the distance, yet endless
Like the sides of a road that never meet.
Insignificant and ordinary, almost mundane
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Therefore the flowers chose to bloom.
And because of it the sun chose to shine.
It were the reason moon took to silver.
Okay, that is why the rains feel so wet and whisper.
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Write free,
Write bare,
When you pen, throw your robe,
Discard your clothes,
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I am amazed at your age.
I know you are still 19,
In my mind,
For the world who minds?
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My poems are my woman,
She comes to me, on volition.
Without my permission.
Wearing what I want her to,
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