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The Panorama of my love…

You are seeing, my dear friend,

This is the panorama of my life from beginning till the end

Many centuries have passed

And many dresses have changed

By my life but no change in its nature

Because these are the echoes of love’s murmur

Here my heart knows the soft feeling

and the labyrinth way of silent love

Which had been wandering in starry

nights with a shining star and the

smiling moon

For many centuries and still now

wanders without beloved who

came for a little time and became

unknown

How, why and from where my

beloved has to come in my life on my

every rebirth

But lovely memories are left in my

lounge for singing and dancing

smoothly and slow

No tears are here but only a word of the beautiful love and for my life’s glow

No any lingerings and longings

remain but making happy all humans

who are the blessed people of my

super soul

No complain I hear from anybody

after bearing some pain of separation

with my soul

Oh on the face of my love has a beautiful mole

I had taken birth many times in this

beautiful world

And I will come again in this

lovely world by taking birth again

In the shape of long sigh- aah….

But force others to laugh- wow….

My dear friends, you saw and felt too

that so much beautiful is my love’s

panorama

On the stage of the universe for you,

me and all, like dancing with many

lovely and painful memories as a

ballerina.

Written by Aruna Sharma.

15.7.2019. 10.46pm

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Iztirab

How is presented here this Iztirab in my heart

There my love’s feeling resides already

I have forgotten the looks,style and promises of losing beloved for no reminded my past for never to come

Wish only to lose myself forever in balcony of silence only with feelings of love like a blessed gifted

Then this Iztirab is dancing on stage of my life’s side

Why?tell my love!!

My lovely heart suggests to embrace the lztirab in your arms tightly

Like springtime and console with some sweet words

Then he will go after understanding all things the way hurds

As you want calmness in your surrounding

All silent words will convert in a lovely song

And begin to sing with your lovely stars beside the moon

They will have to sing all night and you will go to sleep soon.

Written by Aruna Sharma.

11.07.2019. 3.02am

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*Iztirab=restlessness.

The moon in half shape…why dear!!

In my emotional sky

There the half moon is shining

I ask her -where is your other half?

My lonely star is in thought,

What is the this anecdote?

Nobody knows the answer,

Is her half part still lingering?

Oh, my dear one and I are in headmarch

Exact alert like cops of constellation in a galaxy march

Everybody is busy, crudgeling brains

But my love’s soul smiles without stain

Because she knows about her other half

It is near her beloved’s heart

Who lives on the opposite side of earth

Like the east as dawn or the west as dusk

For fifteen days to meet, both have to hugs.

This is a compromise of every love’s fate

Both have to meet after someday being to separate.

I know- my half part has gone to meet the horizon at the ocean

To find for me a lovely verse forever smiling my love in every situation.

Written by Aruna Sharma

10:03 PM. 10-07-2019

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