Hardik Vaidya

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

You have arrived.


You have arrived:

When the tweet within, leaps out.
Peeks through every face, of every book, of the book of all books.
Through all words, alphabets, punctuation's, and full stops.
When the spaces between the words tweet and reek of you.
When the musk in the deer, is the deer in the musk.
When your tweet echoes across time, across space.
When your tweet bends light, when your tweet sears through tears of time.
You have arrived, you have found your self, you have found your love.
She then is your consort. Your time to pro create your soul has arrived.

Submitted: Saturday, January 19, 2013
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The scientific test of the pregnancy of love.

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