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.
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.