Hardik Vaidya

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

Unknown.


Unknown.

The dawn before all,
Kernel of basic belief.
The peeping of sun,
Faith, embodified,
With true beleifs.
Light of new,
On baby green leaves,
Flowers a million permutes,
Of colors,
Enlightening me.
Every way,
More than Gurus ever known.
With fingers brushing the countanence,
Of Sun,
Source of all energy,
Playing like infants,
Fear less,
In the flight of birds,
Their chirps.
The occasional hoot peacock,
Burst of sparrows,
Doves,
Random ravens,
Snakes out for breakfast,
Cats on the prowl,
Dogs barking,
It's time to rise.
Above all.
Everything.
Small, tiny and important.
Beyond self.

Hardik Mahesh Vaidya

Submitted: Tuesday, December 03, 2013

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