MUST LOVE SHOES?HEY MY FRIEND NOT ONLY IMELDA IS FOND OF SHOES.MOSTLY WOMEN ARE FOND MORE THAN IMELDA TYPE WOMEN.I THINK-WE SHOULD LOVE THE IN MANY DESIGN.IT IS TRUE AND NECESSARY NOT FOR WOMAN BUT FOR ALL MEN TOO.😂😂😂😂😂😊😁😊😁😁😆😆😆😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎
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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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14.07.2019 1.00at midnight.
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.
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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