Poems of Hardik Vaidya
|441.||The slow train.||11/20/2013|
|443.||The straw -new-||9/13/2014|
|444.||The Stray Dog who owns me||2/18/2013|
|445.||The Tejpal Trilogy.||11/22/2013|
|446.||The Times of India||2/3/2013|
|447.||The Union Budget 2014||7/10/2014|
|448.||The Value of Pi 22/7||2/26/2013|
|449.||The wheels keep turning||3/14/2013|
|450.||The Woman In The Ferrari||2/8/2013|
|451.||The Work of your life.||3/18/2013|
|452.||This kind of colorless day also arrived.||4/1/2013|
|454.||Time and its tails||1/19/2014|
|455.||Time To Part||3/2/2013|
|457.||To a lady who has a name which I cannot take.||3/17/2013|
|458.||To All The Sales Folks Who Worked Under Me||3/1/2013|
|459.||To appreciate beauty||4/12/2013|
|460.||To be silent for a while||3/10/2013|
You have arrived.
You have arrived:
When the tweet within, leaps out.
Peeks through every face, of every book, of the book of all books.
Through all words, alphabets, punctuation's, and full stops.
When the spaces between the words tweet and reek of you.
When the musk in the deer, is the deer in the musk.
When your tweet echoes across time, across space.
When your tweet bends light, when your tweet sears through tears of time.