The geography of my biography is under constant creation and erosion. Geography gives way to geology. Sedimentary rocks of my life on being chiseled reveal fossils, Dinosaurs come alive. Out crops the world of ferns, where no flowers bloomed because none had evolved. Soon jumps life from the oceans to land, it stops crawling starts running, stops running starts walking, learns the power of ... more »
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Hardik Vaidya Poems
1 2 3 4 New Nursery Rhym...
1 2 3 4 Customers always want more. 1 2 3 4 Customers always make your ulcer sore.
Saptapadee - Gujarati Poem - English Tra...
Dariyaa ne kinaare nadee samee, Halave halave, vahyaan taa kadee. Taraa, ane maraa pagalaaonee, Aaa saptapadee,
Creativity / Being Original
What is being creative? Nature creates, we pro create. What is being original? The answer is quite simple.
Let's bin the Cliche on Womens Day
It is time to bin an old cliché. Behind every successful man is a woman. In front of every fulfilled man is a woman. It is time to evolve the new cliché.
14 February 2013 - Valentines Day
If you choose to be in love, Be shameless Be nude Be rude
Dignity of a better lover a poem in Bang...
Akhono muhorito praan Amaar Tor boshonter paagol dibha raatree shomaan, Mor ontorer Aakash, paataal Dujone sourobhito tor gourobe opaar
Squeaking wheel gets the oil
I have never understood this spoil. I was never raised to ask and soil. To live through fire and ice, were my choices, my signature toil. When I was young, and you are always young,
A Pen's Wish
Let my poem kiss you, Before the Skies seal your lips. Let my poem pour into your eyes, Before the oceans drown in them.
A Poet's Prize
A poet's prize is not in recognition. A poet's prize is not in his poems publication. A poet's prize is not in how long he is remembered after his death. A poet's prize is not his poems earning him his bread.
A poets Cenotaph.
Walking through a cemetery, Chanced to see a tomb stone, Only a head piece, No grave,
How much is plenty of fuss. How is such that much is must. How is must perpendicular to lust. How is lust at tangent to trust.
Air hostess and drooling men
Welcome aboard, she smiled. I wish she were a she, Good lord it was he. Like the elusive myna she spoke,
Shivaratri - Jai Bhole Naath, Jai Shiva ...
A skydwafer is being built, Stealing away a little of my sky. What a hypocrite am I? On the 6th floor, I have robbed 6 Skies,
Ichha / Khwaahish / wish - Hindi Poem - ...
Khwaahish kaa kyaa jataa hai? Uskaa kyaa thaa, jo use khonaa hai? Is Holi, Tumhaaree hathelee par,
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1 2 3 4 New Nursery Rhyme
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Customers always want more.
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Customers always make your ulcer sore.
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Customers dislike hearing no.
1 2 3 4
Customers are never ever sure.
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Customers always pay less.
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Customer you are darling mine.
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Please come back, I miss you dame.