Pen, Poet, Poetry and Priya Pareek! ! !
My Solitude is my solace and my imagination my world. I believe one should not escape from reality but if one feels that this is not a place to which one belongs then one should create one's own world!
I have a world of my own
where peace sings and joy dances,
where humanity rules and justice advances,
where cupids fly and angels... more »
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Priya Pareek Poems
The aroma and the butterflies Wind blows and my heart flies With the beauty and bounty of nature You love each and every creature.
There is something called a beating heart Somewhere where you hit me hard Still I say I wanna live with you 99 times I said I love you.
Solitude: The Solace
When she had no desires Had no spark no fires Alone in the nights She wove many dreams
Take a leave and go away if that's what you feel is right I have no rights to stop you its your decision your fight! !
Dream O Dream I crave for you I search for you, I wait for you! My life now is at death's door Be my life, be my shore.
His paintings and his works are better than this world impure their charm, their beauty will astonish you for sure!
Three pretty elegant ladies Of my lonely garden they are the bees They say not a word they just smile beautiful, lovely they carry their style!
Oh my dear storyteller You tell me a story everyday, for one day you be a listener Lemme tell you a story today.
The story of a disheartened doll A caring heart and pure soul Solitary doll alienated and alone Belongs to the lovely world unknown
See the darkness creeps on me before it was was a bright sun day All the smiles are tearful and wet was that a mistake I made someday!
Shivering soul screams loud Faded faces in the crowd heart-shaking crimson red Mind numbing peculiar dread!
Man And Mate
I am a man A son, a brother, a daddy I know what I mean to my sweet lovely lady!
My two dark dazzling eyes they speak a lot and tell a story of dark days, struggle and glory.
Curled up under a tree I sat and wept alone the wind sweeping my hair while I cried, sighed and moaned!
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The aroma and the butterflies
Wind blows and my heart flies
With the beauty and bounty of nature
You love each and every creature.
Oh great lady you envy none
Bless all n mesmerize everyone
Oh pure lady pious and divine
In your arms life is fine!
May we become as pure as you are
Shine like moon, twinkle like star
Colours we spread n smiles we wear
Free us of vices, envy and fear
Lovely you look O mother divine
In your lap life is fine!