Relationships.
What are they?
Barring and beyond business cards,
Mutual scratching of seasoned backs,
Human leather always better.
Crocodiles, sheep, camel, your backs are not good enough as is the former.
Surely it is beyond this,
These and them,
And all those who make merry,
In a bowl of spicy Bhel Puri.
Where do these come from?
Two unknown people,
Giving rise to a land of knows.
No GPS, no technology,
Just the left ventricle,
Beating in symphony with right.
Dissolving all wrongs,
Rushing through the aorta of our consciousness,
Oxygenating the asphyxiated dogma of times,
Breathing new life,
Into the desserts of myths,
Beyond scratches,
Culminating in the holding of hands,
Sharing lonely smiles,
Between miles,
Through times,
Giving them a meaning.
Hardik Mahesh Vaidya
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