He is sitting on the top of a mere mountain’s rock,

which is standing alone among the roaring waves of ocean.

Who is he?

A priest or a saint,

Or only an imagination in which i am trying to paint .

Sometimes, he is seems like a lonely star at night,

Sometimes, he is surrounded by

His own aura in sunlight.

No response,

Nothing to say.

Sitting silent,

Like a statue on the peak

Many times I have thought about him,

Where he has lost his intoxicated mug of verses’s  rim.

I want his mug defiled for a kiss,

And want to know the taste of his lips.

But he is living at most far distance,

And my all longings is drowning in Barmuda’s triangle.

Many times, I call him but my voice’s lost in thunderbolt

And return as ruining boat like

The empty echoes by hitting with hard rock.

  Written  by Aruna Sharma.18.10.2020.        12.05AM
Images are taken from Google.

Rose and Chinaar…

A hidden sparrow in my heart is  consoling my broken heart,
By singing on guitar to make me happy when i feeling most to hurt.
What has happened if i am lost in memory of  the cool shade of chinar.
What has happened if i could not reach to you,
May be your sweet home so much far.

If by chance i separate from you;
Please never forget me as left me alone and panic.
Here i am suffering from many difficulties and missing you.
Because of this cruel pandemic
This time,i can not meet you.
My roses in my home have to bloom or wither but fragrant forever,
And give me inspiration to sing for  all over.

In my Kashmir,my chinar’s leaeve are changing in red colour.
I love both very much by my soul,for living with love better.
Hope those withering roses,will bloom at the just time again.
And my chinaar will wither in winter for some time to gain.
When i will meet you at next year
Then you say me-welcome,yaar with only one leaf of the chinaar.
It is sure that next year will be having good hope and like to be cheer.
I know-you have called me many times and missed me,
You did never thought-here i had faced in my heart as without any imagination felt my heart empty.
Likewise all garden might be without different coloured flowers.
Here my love will care my all roses in all seasons,
But please wait for me and take your best care of my love’s reason.
Written by Aruna Sharma.12.10.2020

Images are taken from Google.

Space (75 words)

Space   (75 words)

Commeted on “Space”written by The Lonely Author and sent on twittter-Most beuaitiful using the metaphor like diamond in space of your heart’s universe.oh so much painful heart touching,dear dew!!🌹

The Lonely Author

Space (75 words)

Emergency lights flickered. Astronaut Jack Archer stared out the cracked window to find a yellow pin prick of light against the black velvet universe.

He knew the risks when he volunteered, he didn’t care.

Pluto couldn’t be any colder or more desolate than living on Earth without his late wife.

He clipped her photo to the dashboard. Her face would deliver everlasting peace. He didn’t need anything more.

Humming engines died.

Darkness engulfed the spaceship.

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