Leak Poem by Hardik Vaidya

Leak



There is a leak in my mind.
A tare in time.
Love oozes and fills,
Puddles sublime.
Float fronds of memories,
On them shine dew drops,
Of my identity clocks.
The water spiders dart,
Stones are thrown,
Ripples dance.
The mind is on the equator,
On the noon of ecstasy it rains and thunders,
Love is no longer a leak,
It's a flood, naked, nude, raging river to leap.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I was having Chicken Angara and Tandoori roti at Lunch in National a restaurant next to Bharat Excellency, excellent dish try if you are in Mumbai and not a fancy bum who wants a great ambiance, and also try the Bharat Exellency, the sea food is muaah. This poem came to me while biting into Chiken Angaaraa which is a Indian Chicken Sizzler, dripping in Oil, and not for those who desperately want to be thin and coy.
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Hardik Vaidya

Hardik Vaidya

Mahuva, Gujarat, India.
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