The Tejpal Trilogy. Poem by Hardik Vaidya

The Tejpal Trilogy.



The trilogy.

Episode one.

I found you,
In your eyes,
A sparkle,
Diamond.
Born of ages.
Man that I was,
I misread,
Light.
Blind and born so,
With a white stick and a red end,
Foundering,
In the deep dark crevasses of my mind.
I faulted,
Sorry,
Testosterone is a curse.

Episode Two.

I saw you,
I fell.
Totally.
Benumbed by my learning,
Cheated by wisdom,
Dethroning my mother,
Sister,
I lunged.
Despite your approval,
In full knowledge of your denial,
I was trapped,
By a chemical,
Let me be honest,
Not a narcotic.
My passion to be me.


Episode three.

I saw you.
You did not.
You saw me,
But not blind,
With a perceptive.
I tore the bill board,
The fine line of myth and reality,
I went for your jugular,
Mauling you,
Annihilating me,
In one second of perfidy,
No mercy.
I want to self set my soul,
In fire.

Hardik Mahesh Vaidya.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
On hearing about yet unconfirmed reports in press about a venerated and for ever great Indian journalist groping a woman employee and sexually harassing her. Nothing is yet proven under law, and this is a Mere artistic conjecture.
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Hardik Vaidya

Hardik Vaidya

Mahuva, Gujarat, India.
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