Priyanka Vegda
Abstract
As my morning starts with my pen,
And all my emotion conveys through my pen.
I think, I understand and I feel what's going on inside,
I assume, I predict and I shoutout what's going on outside.
Only you matt...
Lockdown Love...
Talent Lockdo...
Talents - Poe...
Episode Lockd...
Routine- poem
Quarantine Ch...
Mode On
Quarantine
My daily rout...
Forehead furrow cringed... Forehead furrow cringed...
As I risk my beliefs to fall in love with a heathen... As I risk my beliefs to fall in love with a heathen...
Dread do I that this bud will last, To obscure my presence. Dread do I that this bud will last, To obscure my presence.
Where's the freedom, where's the life? Where's the freedom, where's the life?
Lovely... Lovely...
Playing with words.. Playing with words..
The only thing I could give you is my heartfelt words of thankfulness and of course some health advi... The only thing I could give you is my heartfelt words of thankfulness and of cou...
The Rainbow is then certain to appear... The Rainbow is then certain to appear...
I miss you dad from the bottom of my heart. I miss you dad from the bottom of my heart.
While we are small we say I want to be older, As we get older we say I want to be younger... While we are small we say I want to be older, As we get older we say I want t...
Long long years after thousands of flowers will bloom on this strange island with a golden color. Long long years after thousands of flowers will bloom on this strange island wit...
Nice.. Nice..
Motherland.... Motherland....
Hold on to your faith... Hold on to your faith...
Nobody knocks runs in scare As volcano eruption ... Nobody knocks runs in scare As volcano eruption ...
She didn't question what she felt, Her fascination revolved around "the why?" She didn't question what she felt, Her fascination revolved around "the why?"
The moment my head hits the soft pillow I delve into a world of peace. The moment my head hits the soft pillow I delve into a world of peace.
fierce lovely water... fierce lovely water...
However much we dissect time We do not reach its heart. However much we dissect time We do not reach its heart.
What we had in common - our restlessness, our impassioned spirits, and a love for the open road. What we had in common - our restlessness, our impassioned spirits, and a love fo...
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