Hardik Vaidya Poems
|521.||While A Passenger||11/20/2013|
|522.||Who Am I? Amee Ke? Mai Koun Whoon?||2/21/2013|
|523.||Who Said? Ke Bollow?||2/19/2013|
|525.||Why Aliens Don'T Contact Us||3/5/2013|
|526.||Why Autumn Comes.||3/4/2013|
|527.||Why Does It Rain?||8/30/2014|
|528.||Why? Why Do I Need Permissions?||3/12/2013|
|532.||Writing A Poem||2/14/2013|
|533.||Yam Deva Naa Nagaa Pagalaan - The Naked Foot Prints Of The God Of Death||9/26/2014|
|534.||You Can Run You Cannot Hide||2/16/2013|
|535.||You Have Arrived.||1/19/2013|
|536.||You Read I Read We Both Die||2/25/2013|
|541.||Your Successful Sale.||2/21/2013|
Creativity / Being Original
What is being creative?
Nature creates, we pro create.
What is being original?
The answer is quite simple.
There is only one you.
A permutation of DNA that won't be ever again true.
Therefore only you can be you.
If you dare to be you,
Provided you find your you,
And live your true,
Speak your own,
Make love to what's grown,
Blossom into the tree in your seed,
Does not matter if its a rosé or a creepy weed,
As long as its what it is,
And you are not ashamed of its drip,
You have created a Masterpiece.
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.