Hardik Vaidya Poems
|521.||Why Does It Rain?||8/30/2014|
|522.||Why? Why Do I Need Permissions?||3/12/2013|
|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|
|535.||Your Successful Sale.||2/21/2013|
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.
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