Hardik Vaidya Poems

6 O Clock,
The Sun is yet to peak,
Through the haze of hearts and minds.
I saw you on the fast lane of the road,
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From Home to office.
On the sea link.
No one is looking, break all the rulings.
Speed limit is 50? Press the pedal go at 150.
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Moment.
It comes without permission.
Unobtrusively.
Seeps in. Silently.
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One down. Eleven to go.
What's the count?
What's there to show?
Talk on the ground,
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Every drop of my consciousness
Wallows in the spirit of your fondness
I feel lost, a drop, in the ocean of your profoundness
My rants, raves, shrieks, cries, hush as a infant
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Religion.
Born from Latin ligare.
To bind.
I am not blind.
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Holding on.
Clutching at the last straw.
Hanging over the edge of an abyss.
Since a Millennia.
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Women.

I am born of them.
Tied to their umbilical cord.
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The dead and their ashes.

Dhanavidyaa, Vinayvaatee, Vidyulekhaa,
Natvarlaal, Madhusudan, Prahlaad.
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The stage.

Characters, in the skin of their costumes.
Robes reek of roles.
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