Biography of Prateek Khard
Being human; my heart beats,
I also walk on feet,
I have mouth which eats,
Nose to smell,
Skin to feel.
Eyes to look(also give me looks) ,
Hands took BOOKS(maybe) .
I wear clothes,
To be close,
I also love the smell of rose.
This is the small poem which shows
that I remain unchanged for those
who are, were, will be mine,
till i killed by DIVINE...
Prateek Khard Poems
I always remember my past, How it went so fast. Where are my parents? I always try to find them even in my basement.
Put A Dog In Dog
Why I am not that Dog, Out door there is fog And here I am in pain And there he is in real fame.
Un Listened Feelings
In words of mine, My feelings never listened by divine. Now, you tell me where, My feelings get shine.
A Red Drop Of Tear...(Original Version)
What is life? I never understand because i am not its type. I never belong to my ordinary life, Because from past everytime i used to had fear,
Sometimes...Be Mine! ! !
Look at kite, How it flyes high, In the sky. Please kite be mine,
Map (Collection Of Verse)
Though I stop, so that I can smell the moisten soil, Though I run, so that I can smell the waving crops. I wish, I could take them as Snap, Because I want to create my Own Map.
Rotten (My Confession)
Beneath my throat, just little left I got, A forgotten part; my rotten heart. I want to get rid, Trying to place on a lid,
As the Sun rises, my heart starts act like an oscillating gong, And all thing become wrong, Whenever, I do not listen ‘My Song'. How to tell her that these things always happens; not often,
As the tree covered by his own bark, The truest and invisible site of our character is 'dark'. It also covers our life; more than light, It remains with us even in bright; as shadow,
Why It Is Not Done......
To be at that point, God provide us clue, But when we reached at that point, What's there; there is our head,
My eyes never lies, Whenever my heart is full and mouth switched off; i flyes with the help of my eyes. For those who are myes, My eyes never lies.
My Feelings.......With You! ! !
(About the feelings of a person for god and difference between his heart and mind; which is better.) What am I doing with you? Sometimes it struck in my heart, What am I doing with you?
To my right and to my left, There is a divine which never gets upset. From sun rise to sun set, She cannot live without having with me chat.
Mind is for understanding, Eyes are for seeing. Ears are for listening, But to express what we are understanding, seeing, listening; we need a tongue, which is not only for talking,
Un Listened Feelings
In words of mine,
My feelings never listened by divine.
Now, you tell me where,
My feelings get shine.
Barely, I decide to make a wish to god,
But I handled by him as fraud.
How long; these things will happen with me,
Please god, please see.