Hardik Vaidya Poems

6 O Clock,
The Sun is yet to peak,
Through the haze of hearts and minds.
I saw you on the fast lane of the road,
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From Home to office.
On the sea link.
No one is looking, break all the rulings.
Speed limit is 50? Press the pedal go at 150.
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Moment.
It comes without permission.
Unobtrusively.
Seeps in. Silently.
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One down. Eleven to go.
What's the count?
What's there to show?
Talk on the ground,
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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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