Hardik Vaidya

Rookie - 314 Points [http://hardikvaidya.blogspot.in] (26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

Hardik Vaidya Poems

521. Why Does It Rain? 8/30/2014
522. Why? Why Do I Need Permissions? 3/12/2013
523. Wish 2/20/2013
524. Womans Eyes. 3/9/2013
525. Women. 11/14/2013
526. Writing A Poem 2/14/2013
527. Yam Deva Naa Nagaa Pagalaan - The Naked Foot Prints Of The God Of Death 9/26/2014
528. You Can Run You Cannot Hide 2/16/2013
529. You Have Arrived. 1/19/2013
530. You Read I Read We Both Die 2/25/2013
531. You. 11/22/2013
532. Your Hue 2/25/2013
533. Your Lullaby 3/31/2013
534. Your Seed 2/16/2013
535. Your Successful Sale. 2/21/2013
Best Poem of Hardik Vaidya

Creativity / Being Original

What is being creative?
Nature creates, we pro create.
What is being original?
The answer is quite simple.
There is only one you.
A permutation of DNA that won't be ever again true.
Therefore only you can be you.
If you dare to be you,
Provided you find your you,
And live your true,
Speak your own,
Make love to what's grown,
Blossom into the tree in your seed,
Does not matter if its a rosé or a creepy weed,
As long as its what it is,
And you are not ashamed of its drip,
You have created a Masterpiece.

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Beheading.

Barbarism is the child of man not woman.
It dies a dogs death every second, when the kind awakens in men.
The pangs of labor are not unknown. They are nightmares, holocausts.
Man before being kind is stupid. To be stupid is manly to be kind is men.
Temples, churches, mosques have been defiled, idols smashed, books burned.
Ideas imprisoned, thoughts buried, minds muffled, voices muzzled.
Heads have been rolled, blood has been let from veins for vain, with mirth.
Free has been the ethic of

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