What are you doing, dear Mr.Inspiration!

What are you doing, my dear friend?

After doing this, what are you thinking in the end?

You know very well my love for your inspiring words.

You are still now silent like forlorn in emotion’s woods.

You eagerly want the exotic fruit,

Can these be able for your appetite of love to suit?

Oh my dear love!! You are very innocent in this world worthlessly,

Please, think a little more with your kind heart deeply.

“Forget me nots”🌹 has become my logo of life.

I can walk for you on the edge of knife.

Why do you not think about rituals by which my life injuries.

Because of that my soul has been crying since many centuries.

In my heart, a flame has to burn all burdens worthless my own said but fake closest.

If that flame is ready to convert in volcano, nobody would have dared to stop me for doing a rebellious effort.

After then all tension will remove from both lives and feel like many butterfly in souls to wander for never endings.

Oh!!wonderful imagination have become to be true and never ending,

Words of fake longing are dragged into the graveyards.

Two pure souls will be melting like a river into ocean.

That will be destination of amour forever like heaven.

You are my ocean of waiting as for

And here is me the dynamic river in search of meeting for.

Written by Aruna Sharma.

27.02.2019. 11:14pm.

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ये आसमान पे छाए बादल……

ये आसमान पे छाए बादल,

समेट तो लें जरा आँचल।

इक बार तो देखूँ खुला खुला सा हँसता मुस्कुराता नील गगन,

हँसती धरती के रूप रंग हटा के जैसे दुल्हन की चिलमन।

घटाऐं हैं जुल्फों की मानिंद बरस चुकी खुल के अब रुख़ पे चमके मोती सी चमचम।

उफ्फ!मैं तो निकली चट्टानों से बन झरना फिर बही द़रिया सी खिलखिलाती।

मँजिल मेरी समन्दर है तन्हा सा करे इन्तजार, छेड़ती उसे हवाऐं करती लहरों से सरग़ोशी।

ज़ेहन पे छाई मायूसियों के दाय़रों को पार कर मेरी मुहब़्बत अब अपना मकान चाहती हैं।

दूर सही द़िल की मँजिल तो क्या,घबराये द़िल तो क्या,पानी पानी सी निग़ाह रुम़ाल-ए-म़काम चाहती हैं।

ये जो छितरे से बादल हैं क्या वाकई बादल ही हैं या कोई हिस्सा-ए-साज़िश-ए-आदमिय़त का सिलस़िला।

डर है कि बन ना जाये म़ासूम ज़ज्बातों के क़ातिल बन तूफाँ क्या भरोसा ये कुद़रत के रंग हैं या शैतानी ब़ला।

चल मेरी ख़ुदाई कुदरत संभाल के अपनी ख़ूबसूरती कि तू है हर प्यार भरे द़िल का अरम़ान।

एक तू ही है हर प्यार का सिंगार-ए-दुल्हन कि तुझी से छलकेगी हर खुशी बन क़ायनात-ए-म़ेहरबान।

डर तो डरपोक है,डरायेगा कुछ लम्हें पर ख़ुदाई करिश्में देख हो जायेगा इक पल में फ़ना।

बस ऩगमा-ए-द़िल ,मेरी ज़ान!गुनगुनाऐंगी सदियों तलक,क्योंकि फ़कत मुहब़्बत है लफ्ज़-ए-स़ना।

Written by Aruna Sharma.

23-02-019 11:08 PM

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सऩा (sanaa)==immortality.

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Can Palm give Chinaar a little bit touch of calm…..

My dear friend !! Can you solve a question that’s unsolved?

Can you bring a little bit touch of calm for crying beloved?

Your home is situated on beach at seashore,

And love on mountain is distant more.

Your palm tree is whispering still now by calling the chinaar.

How chinaar can reach to you cause the distance is far.

Oh hurt chinaar wants a way of strong and lovely arms,

Into which she can hide her face forever for avoiding any harms.

Plz tell me about those hearts, all tears could be assimilated.

Inside of it, all pain of love could be absorbed.

By tiredness, she is depressed in woods as if lost something special,

She knows very well but is indefinite in her own surrounding’s lane casual.

All chinaars have red colour are fearing not for autumn but waiting to get rest.

Can your palm tree give her consolation for spring of happiness as your best.

My all messages by chinaar are definitely reaching to you, dear!!

Because all breezes are whispering in her ear,my dear, about you she knows ever.

Written by “Chinaar Sharma”.

22:02:2019. 10:30pm

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मेरे प्यारे चिनार!!जरा संभल कर रहना….(my dear Chinaar!!plz take your best care…..)

पड़ौसियों से सदा बनाये रखना,

सिलसिला दुआ-ए-सलाम रखना,

मुश्किलों में हर दुख दर्द में इन्हें ख़ुदा का इनाम़ समझना,

अपनों से भी ज्यादा क़ाबिल-ए-बफ़ा का नाम समझना,

उनकी बफ़ा की ख़ातिर सब एहतिम़ाम रखना,

सच ही कहा करते हैं -पड़ौसी ही पड़ौसी के काम आता है,

समाज की रवाय़त की किताबों में बार बार ये नाम आता है।

उफ्फ़!ये झन्नाटे से शान्त माहौल में ये क्या क़जा बरपी,

कि इक पल में उछल कर द़िल हो गया लहूलुहान कि हर बफ़ा के परखच्चे उड़ गये;

जो तालीम़ दी पुरखों ने बरसों से वो बन अफ़साने फ़कत गूंगे से रह गये।

वो चालीस से ज्यादा ज़वानों की शह़ादत थी मुल्क की रूह़ पे चली गोलियाँ,

जो अभी भी कराह रहें लेके ज़ख्मी द़िल-ओ-वुज़ूद निकल रहीं अभी तक उनकी रूह से बद्दुआओं की बोलियाँ।

हाँ वो अपना पड़ौसी मुल्क था,

अपने घर से सटा उसका घर था।

वो दिन प्यार का दिन था सुर्ख़ गुलाब के वास्ते,

उसी दिन उसने भर दिये ख़ून से सभी नदी नाले रास्ते।

बहुत हुआ अब नहीं देखा जाता वो दर्दीला खूनी मँजर,

कह दो यहाँ और वहाँ के सिय़ासतदानों से कि एक दिन वो गर्क होंगे लेके ज़ख्म जो देंगे रिआय़ा के खँजर।

न ज़न्नत नसीब होगी चाहे लाख़ बार करे इब़ादत या पढे नम़ाज,

कि दोज़ख के भी बन्द होंगे दर ,नहीं है कहीं जगह क्योंकि ये है शैतानों की जम़ात।

यहाँ की हो चाहे वहाँ की,

रिआय़ा तो रिआय़ा है चैन-ओ-सुकून की त़लबग़ार;

जाग चुकी है बन सरमाया-ए-प्यार ,ऐ सूकुन के दुश्मन बरखुर्दार।

सोच रहीं हूं ग़मजदा सी मैं छलनी सा द़िल लिये कोई तरीका चुपचाप,

कैसे समझाऊँ उन्हे जीने का सलीका जो ताउम्र चस्पाँ करे इनके चेहरें पे दर्दीले आह की छाप।

सबकी हिफ़ाजत में हैं ये जाँबाज फर्जपरस्त,अपनों से ,अपने दिलदारों से ,प्यारों से दूर मुल्क की खातिर,

शुबहा होता है उन सरपरस्तों पे,खेलते हैं खेल बना के मोहरा इन्हें सदियों से अपनी गरज़ के वास्ते बन शातिर।

कहीं शहादतों की की चर्चा हर तरफ़ पन्नों पे,

कहीं जश्न मने किर्ची किर्ची लाशों पे।

फ़कत आम़ रिआया यहाँ की हो या वहाँ की है ग़मजदा,

और पढ रहे हर शहीदों के नाम फ़ातिहा।

बस और नहीं ,ए मेरे खुदा! ना दिखा ये खूनी तमाशा।

बस जड़ दे ताउम्र शैतानों के गाल पे जोर का तमाचा।

इस जन्नत पे फिर ना आये कोई कय़ामत,

ये दुआ क़बूल कर,ऐ खुदा !और कर इनायत।

(This poem is written on 15 th February when a terrorist attack happened on Kashmir,the paradise of earth on 14 th ferbuary but i was unable to publish it because i was so much sad and puzzled)

Written by aruna sharma and published on blog today.

20.02.2019.

Why are so much tragic events in my paradise of love…

40 CRPF troopers killed in Pulvama,Kashmir suicide attack .I am in most tension because of death our brave soldiers .I love most Kashmir.now as puzzled,i am thinking that why so much tragic events are happened in my beloved Kashmir.who are they by whom not only soldiers but many innocet and lovely peoples are killed with so much cruelty.my Chinaar calls me there again and again and i am in thought -what is hidden in luck of my beloved Chinars(Mapple’s tree and its leaves which are symbol of immortal love).oh,why the terrorists have given him incurable wounds.Please ,MAY GOD SAVE MY KASHMIR.

When in all world,everywhere people were celebrating Valentine Day then the terrorist was playing the bloody game.really they do not know about any religion,faith,love and longing for anybody but only hatred.really they are children of Satan.

I salute all brave soldiers and there’s inhabitants.my all blessings and love are with them.

This is Srinagar most lovely Capital of Jammu and Kashmir nearby Pulwama.

PULWAMA.

I LOVE YOU MY KASHMIR❤❤❤❤❤❤

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19.02.2019. 8.99PM

BY ARUNA SHARMA.

Alone ballerina!!Why is she dancing and….

My dear Ballerina!!

Why are you dancing alone,

On a rhyme with music coming from the unknown.

You do know that person who has gone.

My lonely star is walking in my sky as like its daily routine but not saying anything to a special friend having a clash.

May be his lovely soul of love wants to be far from haunting pace.

My all callings are echoing and returning back to me to touch my love’s sky as blank space.

What happened, please tell me, oh my ballerina’s living in my heart’s place.

My sixth sense has failed now when I am searching for.

My special friend dew may become a folklore,

Either changing in something stranger and ignore.

Why he is staring me from far distance,

As my lonely star is gazing me from up above in my sky remains.

My heart says that he wants to go away from this maddening crowd.

My heart only give him bless but only a wish for him who may be like bard.

Where his sweet voice is what I want to hear for,

Oh, what happened to his lovely verses for which I am waiting for.

Like that dancing ballerina, I am trying my mind to get settled,

But feeling only forlorn here in my imagination which is as tangled.

Thinking that he has learnt the lesson of silent love spoken by eyes,

But for it, for him never needed go to seven skies.

My poor luck of love in tears,

It is only for my soul to dancing wears.

OH, CRUEL LESSON OF SILENCE IN LOVE .

Written by Aruna Sharma.

17.02.2019. 11.10pm

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Happy dancing without any fear…..

I am dancing with my soul at your beach without any fear,

Have you ever feel any problem, plz keep it in your lonely pocket.

If you think that I am mad, think so as speaking your lonely heart.

I am dancing in dress of loneliness but have no worries about anybody to get hurt.

World is so much selfish, I have seen its face as nude but for me it’s like fake smiling tact.

Ha, I knew already it before that love is mere word for the world to entrap.

But I don’t care about anybody because my all heartbeats are like blessed love with me.

Maybe someone is with me or not, my blessed loneliness is with me.

My own heart inspires me for a happy walk, dance, sing and live with me.

No one never come this close with me,

Because it interferes in my all blessed imagination belonged to the universe.

Nobody knows about any dress of the sand which points towards the graves.

Oh, my poor guy!! It is eternal truth when the world had to be present for every acceptance.

Why are we worried about this short space in this world: it is only for happiness.

Written by Aruna Sharma.

15.02.2019. 11:47pm

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