Hardik Vaidya Poems

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.
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You have arrived:

When the tweet within, leaps out.
Peeks through every face, of every book, of the book of all books.
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The eternal need:

The vast expanse of your limitless eyes
Do not quench but fuel my eternal need
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Sunday Morning:

I crane my neck to see the sky above
From the boxed grill of my city windows life
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One day,
While wandering through,
The thought logged alleys,
Of my narrow mind,
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The only difference,
Between you and me,
Barring our styles,
Likes, dislikes, agreements and disagreements
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Good old poem hunter,
Has done it again,
Some plain janes,
Favourites have good gains.
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Mujhe lagaa, I felt
Ke tum, tum Nahee, that you are not your self,
Balkee mere naseeb no, but were my destiny
Lekin tumhaaree mout ke baad, but after your death
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It has been drizzling,
Continuous, as the dark of night.
Melodies unknown, wet the earth,
Sinking deep into her vastness.
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I do not reveal the lines hidden
In mounds of dirt,
Upon my multilingual palms,
And neither do I now down to the hymn,
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