Hardik Vaidya [http://hardikvaidya.blogspot.in] (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
Poems of Hardik Vaidya
|381.||The Poemhunter Rating Scale||3/6/2013|
|382.||The price of youth||3/22/2013|
|383.||The Profession Of Sales.||11/26/2013|
|384.||The Promenades of Fort, Mumbai||11/20/2013|
|385.||The purpose of life.||2/18/2013|
|386.||The Rape of Mumbai||1/18/2013|
|387.||The Red Buses in Mumbai||3/5/2013|
|388.||The road is a spittoon. -new-||12/5/2013|
|389.||The science of Kissing.||11/14/2013|
|390.||The Senate and The Gun||4/17/2013|
|391.||The slow train.||11/20/2013|
|393.||The Stray Dog who owns me||2/18/2013|
|394.||The Tejpal Trilogy.||11/22/2013|
|395.||The Times of India||2/3/2013|
|396.||The Value of Pi 22/7||2/26/2013|
|397.||The wheels keep turning||3/14/2013|
|398.||The Woman In The Ferrari||2/8/2013|
|399.||The Work of your life.||3/18/2013|
|400.||This kind of colorless day also arrived.||4/1/2013|
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.