Hardik Vaidya Poems

Do not weep for me, your tears are not worth,
Worth for the oceans that ply in me.
A single drop from your eye,
Is deeper than the endless depth I hide,
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I bought two sarees.
From Bhuj, the queen of sands,
The love of men.
Local craft, we call them Bandhani.
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Parched, not dry, cracked not broken.
Dripping, not oozing on an unknown planet.
But alive. Breathing, clawing into the soil.
Finding the dreams which once lived there.
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The IVR.
blabbering away.
Don't spit, it spreads Tuberculosis.
Don't touch un identified objects, inform police.
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When all doors are shut,
Or you can find no doors,
It's pitch black,
No windows,
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All lines are in the mind.
Dead lines,
Flat lines,
Curved lines,
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Liking a poet is a loaded question.
It suffers from capability of immersion.
The poem is the poet. The poet is not the poem.
The unwritten poem is the Reader's sense of being kissed or mauled
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Knock knock, dear god.
Can you bend light?
Light was always there,
Light is you and all down there,
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Why should I compete with my self?
Way to go, Cmon, Atta boy,
Why should I throw punches in air?
Fighting my shadow.
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How much for a poem Sir?
Just out, written fresh
A cent in the name of God,
Two in the name of Allah,
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