No One Is Mine ! (My New Poems)

My New Poems : Prahalad Parihar a 

5. No One Is Mine ! 

There are so many friends of mine,

In the town, in the college,

But why it's feeling that no one is mine.

I am wandering in the street,

Among the brightness of street light,

So many eyes welcome me there,

But why it's feeling that no one is mine.

I am trying to look something, but what?

All things are available here,

But why it's feeling that no one is mine.

 4. Dreams and Life

                                Prahalad Parihar

I think, dreams are the things

Which can give us pleasure,

But one can't live in dreams,

Life is a fact in this universe.

It's experiences are generally bitter,

Not sweet like our dreams.

The pleasure of dreams is momentary,

And Life with love is not always bitter.

Lastly, the dreams can never be 

Our lives permanent beams.

3. You should Be Bold 
   तुम्हे साहसी होना चाहिए !

                    Prahalad Parihar

You are a girl, you are a woman,

You are a beloved and you are a person.

And its the call of this time,

That you should be bold.

You didn't expose your love to me,

But I know what is in your heart.

And if you have to come with me, 

Then you should be bold.

Day and night I run on a path,

Where there is only struggle and struggle.

And this path has a real demand,

That you should be bold.

I feel the tenderness of your body,

I understand the immaturity of your nature.

And you have not to lose the delicacy,

But you should be bold.

This world is not for the innocence,

Everywhere, here are the destructive storms.

And if we have to stand firm before them,

Then you should be bold.

2. Women of the Modern Time!

                          Prahalad Parihar

We are the women of the new time,

We will sing the new rhyme.

We fly plane, we drive mail,

For our rights, we even go to jail 

Sometime we are server, sometime ruler,

If we are exploited, we become murderer.

We not only use roller, but also gun, 

We are not only the dolls of fun.

We are god's love and beauty,

We never want to be lose in our duty.

1. Blooming Rose

                  By Prahalad  Parihar 

For people, red and white is growing rose,

But once I called you blooming rose.

For me, there is a rose coloured dark,

As lord Shiva and Krishna are pictured dark. 

|You are in my breathe, you are in my memory, 

Time can never wrest from me your memory.

Whenever |I become alone, you entered,

Ah! Love on you my soul centred.

Once again the flowers are blooming, 

|Once again, in my memory, you are smiling.