Poems of Hardik Vaidya
|441.||The slow train.||11/20/2013|
|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|
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.