Hardik Vaidya Poems

I read your poems,
You read mine.
I am a born hunter, can't you read my mind?
Forget my mind, what about my intent?
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I am what I am.
A man on the street, with a fat designation,
In ever understood it.
I earned it for you.
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Some times I wonder,
What good does it do, to be a simple fool?
In utter love, truthful, and yet be nude despite all ridicule?
It surely does not pay, you are a living testimony my darling,
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I have been yours before my conception.
It is a scientific logical deduction.
My unique sequence was a cipher only you could read.
What a co incidence your sequence too breathed.
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I have nothing to say.
Yet I have to say so much that squeezing you,
Smothering in the fresh lime of your shampooed hair,
Slithering my hands down your virgin waist made for me,
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Lets do a favor, one good honest deed,
Free all the crows and release them free,
Into the last left wilds, of Mumbai
Green, serene, where leopards roam and hide.
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Show me one poet who does not write from heart.
Show me one poem not beating alive.
Life when trapped in its motion,
When she is just about to bathe,
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What shall I offer you in return for your favor?
For giving me the opportunity to bloom in the winter despite your demeanour?
You gave me life,
You gave me my first breath,
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In the dead of the night
Deep some where in the wedge of my mind
I was scribbling a few bolts
They escaped the closed doors, blowing them apart,
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There is a fundamental difference which I do realize.
Our minds are sculptures in the mirror of Natures Eye.
My left is your Right, Your Left is my Right,
We are spiritually Chiral, and Physically dissimilar.
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