Poems of Hardik Vaidya
|82.||Cost of War||3/5/2013|
|83.||Count Your Fears||2/24/2013|
|86.||Creativity / Being Original||2/14/2013|
|87.||Cruelty or Kindness||2/27/2013|
|88.||Cup of Tea.||4/10/2013|
|89.||Customer is Queen Not King||3/7/2013|
|90.||'Darshan' - An English poem but no english word for this.||3/27/2013|
|93.||Death of Nations and nationality.||3/12/2013|
|97.||Dementia - Dr N Vachharajani's bête noir||3/18/2013|
|100.||Did my Grandmother die on a Women's day?||3/8/2013|
You have arrived.
You have arrived:
When the tweet within, leaps out.
Peeks through every face, of every book, of the book of all books.
Through all words, alphabets, punctuation's, and full stops.
When the spaces between the words tweet and reek of you.
When the musk in the deer, is the deer in the musk.
When your tweet echoes across time, across space.
When your tweet bends light, when your tweet sears through tears of time.