Treasure Island

Hardik Vaidya

(26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

Vasco De Gama


I keep on walking,
Or is it stumbling?
Perhaps groping,
In the dark of my being.
Like an explorer, on a voyage,
Into the unknown, of my own.
Trying to find you,
Your scent, your sight, your living alone,
Through hills and valleys,
I climb, fall, rise, and call,
My voice echoes through the canyons of eve, noon and morn,
Like a bat, I locate, I sniff your sound, into the void of unknown.

Submitted: Thursday, February 21, 2013
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The explorer in me, will ever die, it does not matter, should my eye meet your eye.

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