Parveen Jahan
Romance Fantasy
Is love in the air?
Or I am without its shore.
I neither get it nor am sure of it.
Sometimes upset, sometimes up in the air.
With emotions of affection and lots of perfections.
Love is All C...
Mom- The Best...
Silence
What Will You...
Is Love in th...
Woman
Soul
Life Is Alive
Poem A Day
When I woke up last morning, When I woke up last morning,
For I crave every inch of you. For I crave every inch of you.
See, the void getting bigger which you tried so hard to fill. See, the void getting bigger which you tried so hard to fill.
Under those shining stars, And that very dark night... Under those shining stars, And that very dark night...
And the passion of holding me tight in your arms. And the passion of holding me tight in your arms.
My heart beats twice when I see you, Still, my conscience strike my mind to get solace... My heart beats twice when I see you, Still, my conscience strike my mind to get ...
Give a visit to my garden sometime, On a bright Sunday's sunshine.. Give a visit to my garden sometime, On a bright Sunday's sunshine..
In our fights, Found a strange beginning... In our fights, Found a strange beginning...
The heaven lock, Between thee and me... The heaven lock, Between thee and me...
My thoughts merged with the chirping of birds. My thoughts merged with the chirping of birds.
A free verse poem on the impending rain A free verse poem on the impending rain
The din of the party so vibrantly loud, The din of the party so vibrantly loud,
Love you again, to tell you one day I may. Love you again, to tell you one day I may.
Let's walk together for a while. Let's walk together for a while.
Rustling leaves, wind playing its own music, Orange dusk, rainbows are way dynamic... Rustling leaves, wind playing its own music, Orange dusk, rainbows are way dy...
If wishing for a second chance is a thing, then it will be mine. If wishing for a second chance is a thing, then it will be mine.
You beautiful song, with finest lyric You beautiful song, with finest lyric
Should I compare you with the moon, Of a beautiful autumn night... Should I compare you with the moon, Of a beautiful autumn night...
The lock, this cruel reality. The lock, this cruel reality.
The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires. The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires.
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