Hardik Vaidya (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
A millennia of memories,
Scandals, love, hate.
A billion over kisses.
Laughter - innocent, coy, midnight, noon, mad.
Office, agriculture, hunting, breeding, texting, sexting.
Settings, fixings, adjustings, bowings, belongings.
Terabytes on terabytes on terabytes of data,
Written, erased, written, erased, written, erased...
It's bound to need an after mint,
There comes a point when there is no choice,
Recycling ends and Nirvana begins.
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