Hardik Vaidya Poems

Run because there is a run in you.
Run before you turn sane.
Run before you loose the opportunity of madness.
Run till you find time standing still,
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Where are the people?
Of course you haven't forgotten them,
Certainly they exist,
Dear God not on news papers ink,
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How big is the sea around me,
Says the gold fish swimming around in the glass bowl.
Why is it that I only see me and me every small step alone?
There must be some problem,
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We are farmers, we agree to culture.
Farming opportunities in deserts,
Through the windmills of our efforts.
We trap the sun in our eyes,
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Waiting for my flight.
In a well lit glass cage.
Perhaps the glass is plastic.
Plastic is everywhere.
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The world rejuvenation park.
It has an entry, it has no exit.
It begins with me, completes in you.
The world bursts through me,
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The queen is dead.
Long live the Kings.
England alas lost her true grit.
Margaret Thatcher.
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Koun Hai waha Moodha Mujhme?
Chipaa Huwaa kis kendra ke kis tuchha bindu main?
Eesha kaa waha bhadda saa attahaas kartaa,
Poochtaa, Kachotataa,
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Two Televisions.
My Bedroom Television.
The Living Room Television.
My Parents Bed Room.
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I am amazed at your innocence,
Why do you claim, you do not know?
Know that my Friday begins with the curve of your waist.
Know that my Saturday dawns with the depth of your breast.
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