Hardik Vaidya (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

The crimson red when Cuprum meets the spirit flame,
Is it the flame that writes me, or do I write the flame?
A moment of thought and it occurs,
I write for All, the all in me and the me in all.
Life bubbles, and forms little puzzles,
Life is not mine, nor yours, it spans,
Jumping one man to another,
From Mind to Mind,
The poem is one vehicle,
Where life does time travel.