Hardik Vaidya

Rookie - 314 Points (26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

Neat And Imprisoned. - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

I hate to be neat.
Ordered.
Sequenced.
Defined.
Pr edictable.
Divine.
Goodie.
Pious.
Pet .
Chocolate.
Sugar.
I like being chaotic.
Tussled.
Wind blown.
Drenched.
Drowned.
Muddied.
Bi tter Dark Chocolate.
Sparking Wine.
But Panting.
But Craving.
But Yearning.
But Striving.
But Dreaming.
But Sweating.
But Running.
But Mad.
But Crazy.
But Alive.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 15, 2013



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