Hardik Vaidya (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
To My Diva From Dehradun
I have been yours before my conception.
It is a scientific logical deduction.
My unique sequence was a cipher only you could read.
What a co incidence your sequence too breathed.
But it isn't destiny.
It is a quirk of statistics.
It looks like a quirk, as much quirky,
As the opposite, as chances were as rare.
Therefore don't read the stars in your palms,
See my face,
Don't see my face on second thoughts,
See me breathe, live on your palms of eternity,
On your soft sweaty little hands, till loose the grip of my serenity.
It is not lust, it was surely not love,
I do not know what it is,
All I know it is, it will be,
Nothing on earth, heaven or hell,
Can erase my scent from your eternal being.
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