A candle is burning in my heart….

Dil Mein Kisi Ke Pyar Ka Jalta Hua Diya
Ek Mahal Ho Sapno Ka

ЁЯМ╣ЁЯМ╣ЁЯМ╣ЁЯМ╣ЁЯМ╣ЁЯМ╣ЁЯМ╣ЁЯМ╣ЁЯМ╣ЁЯМ╣ЁЯМ╣ЁЯМ╣ЁЯМ╣

Lyrics Translation—–
Dil mein kisi ke pyar ka jalta hua diya* A candle is burning in my heart for someone’s love*
Duniya ki aandhiyon se bhala yeh bujhega kya *It won’t blow off even with the storms of the world*
Dil mein kisi ke pyar ka jalta hua diya* A candle is burning in my heart for someone’s love*
Duniya ki aandhiyon se bhala yeh bujhega kya *It won’t blow off even with the storms of the world*
Saanson ki aanch paake bhadakta rahega yeh *It’ll burn more after attaining the warmth of my breaths*
Saanson ki aanch paake bhadakta rahega yeh *It’ll burn more after attaining the warmth of my breaths*
Seene mein dil ke saath dhadakta rahega yeh *It’ll keep on beating along with my heart*
Dhadakta rahega yeh *It’ll keep on beating*
Woh naksh kya hua joh mitaye se mit gaya* What good is a thing that can be destroyed*
Woh dard kya hua joh dabaye se dab gaya *What good is a pain that can be suppressed*
Dil mein kisi ke pyar ka jalta hua diya* A candle is burning in my heart for someone’s love*
Duniya ki aandhiyon se bhala yeh* bujhega kya It won’t blow off even with the storms of the world*
Yeh zindagi bhi kya hai amanat unhi* ki hai My life is nothing but a property of his*
Yeh zindagi bhi kya hai amanat unhi ki hai *My life is nothing but a property of his*
Yeh shayari bhi kya hai inayat unhi ki hai *My poems are nothing, it’s all his kindness*
Inayat unhi ki hai *It’s all his kindness*
Ab woh karam kare ke sitam unka faisla* Now it’s upto him whether he blesses me or becomes cruel to me*
Humne toh dil mein pyar ka shola jaga liya *The ember of love is erupting in my heart*
Dil mein kisi ke pyar ka jalta hua diya* A candle is burning in my heart for someone’s love*
Duniya ki aandhiyon se bhala yeh bujhega kya* It won’t blow off even with the storms of the worldтЭд

A SAD SONG OF LOVE.

A sad song of an Indian movie.

Send by Aruna Sharma.

26.07.2019. 12.00at noon

All images and song are taken from Google.

рдореЗрд░реЗ рдкреНрдпрд╛рд░ рдХрд╛ рдЪрд╝рд┐рд░рд╛рдЧ рддреЗрд░реА рдЦрд╝рд╛рддрд┐рд░ рд╣реИ…..

рдпреЗ рдкреНрдпрд╛рд░ рдХрд╛ рдЪрд╝рд┐рд░рд╛рдЧ рдЬреЛ рдореЗрд░реЗ рджрд┐рд▓ рдореЗрдВ рдЬрд▓ рд░рд╣рд╛ рд╣реИ,рдореЗрд░реА рдЬрд╝рд╛рди !!рддреЗрд░реА рд╣реА рд░рд╛рд╣реЛрдВ рдореЗрдВ рдЙрдЬрд╝рд╛рд▓реЛрдВ рдХреА рдЙрдореНрдореАрдж рд▓рд┐рдпреЗред

рдмрд╣реБрдд рд╕рдВрдЧрджрд┐рд▓ рд╣реИрдВ рд░рд╛рд╕реНрддреЗ ,рдорд╛рдирддреА рд╣реВрдБ,рдпрд╛рдж рддреЗрд░реА рдмрд╣реБрдд рдЖрддреА рд╣реИ,рдЬрд╛рдирддреА рд╣реВрдБ,

рдкрд░ рд░рд╛рд╕реНрддреЛрдВ рдХреЗ рдЧрдвреНрдвреЛрдВ рдХрд╛ рдбрд░ рдирд╣реАрдВ рд╣реЛ рджрд┐рд▓ рдореЗрдВ,рдЬрдЬрд╝реНрдмрд╛рддреЛрдВ рдХреА рдЙрд▓рдЭрди рдирд╛ рд╣реЛ рд░рд╛рд╣-рдП-рдорд╝рдЬрд┐рд▓ рдореЗрдВ,

рддрдм рдЫреВ рд╕рдХрддреЗ рд╣реЛ рдЕрдкрдиреЗ рдЦрд╝реНрд╡рд╛рдмреЛрдВ рдХрд╛ рдЖрд╕рдорд╛рди,рд╕рдЬрд╛ рд╕рдХрддреЗ рд╣реЛ рдЕрдкрдирд╛ рдордирдЪрд╛рд╣рд╛ рдЬрд╝рд╣рд╛рдиред

рдЖрдЧ рдХреА рднрдЯреНрдЯреА рдореЗрдВ рддрдкрддрд╛ рд╣реИ рд╕реЛрдирд╛ рдПрдХ рдирдпрд╛ рдЬреЗрд╡рд░ рдмрдирдиреЗ рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдпреЗ,

рдХреЬреА рдзреВрдк рдореЗрдВ рдЪрд▓рдирд╛ рд╣реЛрддрд╛ рд╣реИ рдирд╝рдЦрд▓рд┐рд╕реНрддрд╛рди рдкрд╛рдиреЗ рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдпреЗ,

рдЙреЬрдиреЗ рдХреА рдЦрд╛рддрд┐рд░ рдореЗрд╣рдирдд рдЪрд╛рд╣рд┐рдпреЗ рдкрдВрдЦреЛрдВ рдореЗрдВ рджрдо рд▓рд╛рдиреЗ рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдпреЗ,

рдмрд╣реБрдд рд╣реМрд╕рд▓рд╛ рдЪрд╛рд╣рд┐рдпреЗ рдЦреВрдм рдКрдБрдЪреА рдЙреЬрд╛рди рднрд░ рдкрд╛рдиреЗ рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдпреЗ,

рдХрд╝рд╢реНрддреА рдХреЛ рдмрдирд╛ рд▓реЗ рдордЬрдмреВрдд рд╕рдордиреНрджрд░ рдкрд╛рд░ рдЬрд╛рдиреЗ рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдпреЗредрдЕрднреА рддреЛ рд╢реБрд░реБрдЖрдд рд╣реИ рддрдХрд╝рджреАрд░ рдмрдирд╛рдиреЗ рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдпреЗ,

рдХрдИ рддрджрд╝рдмреАрд░реЗрдВ рднреА рд╕реАрдЦ рд▓реЗ рдордирдЪрд╛рд╣рд╛ рдЗрдиреНрджреНрд░рдзрдиреБрд╖ рд╕рдЬрд╛рдиреЗ рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдпреЗред

рдореЗрд░реЗ рдкреНрдпрд╛рд░ рдХрд╛ рдпреЗ рдЪрд╝рд┐рд░рд╛рдЧ рд╣рд░ рд╡рдХреНрдд рдЬрд▓рддрд╛ рд░рд╣реЗрдЧрд╛ рддреЗрд░реА рджреБрдЖ рдХреА рдЦрд╝рд╛рддрд┐рд░,рдирд╛ рдЖрдпреЗ рддреЗрд░реА рд░рд╛рд╣ рдореЗрдВ ,рдпрд╛ рд░рдмрд╝,рдХреЛрдИ рд░реЛреЬрд╛ рдмрди рдХреЗ рд╢рд╛рддрд┐рд░ред

рдмрд╕ рджрд╝рд┐рд▓ рдореЗрдВ рд╕реБрдХреВрди рд░рдЦ рдФрд░ рд╣рд┐рдореНрдордд рдХреЛ рд╕рд╛рдереА рдмрдирд╛,

рдЪрдВрдж рд░реЛрдЬ рдХреА рдмрд╛рдд рд╣реИ,рдЪрдВрдж рд░реЛрдЬ рдХрд╛ рдЕрдлрд╝рд╕рд╛рдирд╛ рдмрдирд╛ред

рдлрд┐рд░ рджреЗрдЦрдирд╛ рддрдХрд╝рджреАрд░ рдХрд╛ рдЦреЗрд▓ рдордирдЪрд╛рд╣рд╛,рд╣рд░ рддрд░рдлрд╝ рддреЗрд░рд╛ рд╣реА рддреЗрд░рд╛ рдирд╛рдо рд╣реЛрдЧрд╛ред

рддреВ рд╣реЛрдЧрд╛ рд╕рд╛рд╡рди рдХреА рдмрд░рд╕рд╛рдд рдХреА рддрд░рд╣,рдмрд╛рд░рд┐рд╢ рдХреА рдмреВрдВрджреЛрдВ рдХреА рддрд░рд╣ рдореЗрд░рд╛ рд╡рд╝реБрдЬреВрдж рд╕рд╛рде рд╣реЛрдЧрд╛ред

рдЪреБрди рдЪреБрди рдХрд░ рдЖрдБрдЪрд▓ рдореЗрдВ рд╕рдореЗрдЯрдиреЗ рдХреЛ рдореИрджрд╛рдБ рдореЗрдВ рдмрд┐рдЦрд░реЗ рд╕рдкрдиреЛрдВ рдХреЗ рдЬрд╝рд╡рд╛рд╣рд░рд╛рдд рд╣реЛрдВрдЧреЗ,

рдФрд░ рджрд┐рд▓ рдореЗрдВ рдЙрдЫрд▓рддреЗ рдмрд╝реЗрд╢реБрдорд╛рд░ рдкреНрдпрд╛рд░ рдХреЗ рдкрд░рд┐рдиреНрджреЗрдВ рдЙреЬрдиреЗ рдХреЛ рдмрд╝реЗрддрд╛рдм рд╣реЛрдВрдЧреЗред

рдЕрднреА рддреЛ рджреВрд░ рд╣реИ рдордЧрд░ рдХрдорд╛рд▓ рджреЗрдЦрдирд╛ рдореЗрд░реА рджреБрдЖ рдФрд░ рддреЗрд░реЗ рдЬрд╝реБрдиреВрди рдХрд╛ рдЬреЛ рдлрд┐рд░ рд╕рд╛рде рд╣реЛрдВрдЧреЗ,

рджрд┐рд▓ рдХреЗ рд╣рд░ рдЧрд╝рдо рдХрд╛ рддрдм рдЗрд▓рд╛рдЬ рд╣реЛрдЧрд╛ рдЬрдм рдЫрдд рдкреЗ рд╕реАрдирд╛ рддрд╛рдиреЗ рддреЗрд░реА рдЬреАрдд рдХрд╛ рдкрд░рдЪрдо рд░рдХреНрд╕рдиреБрдорд╛рдБ рд╣реЛрдЧрд╛ред

рддрдм рд╣рд░ рдмрд╛рд░ рдЦреБрд╢реА рд╕реЗ рд▓рдмрд╛рд▓рдм рдореЗрд░рд╛ рд╕реИрд▓рд╛рдм-рдП-рдЕрд░рдорд╛рди рд╣реЛрдЧрд╛,

рддрдм рдирд╛рдЪрддреА рд▓рд╣рд░реЗрдВ рд╕рдордиреНрджрд░ рдореЗрдВ рддреЗрд░реЗ рд▓рд┐рдпреЗ,рдФрд░ рдЙреЬрдиреЗ рдХреЛ рдЦреБрд▓рд╛ рдЖрд╕реНрдорд╛рди рд╣реЛрдЧрд╛ред

Written by Aruna Sharma.25.07.2019. 2.36at nightAll copyrights are reserved by Aruna Sharma.Images are taken from Google.Dedicated to my youger daughter who is gone to north India to studying ahead.my brave and sweet baby.i remember her daily .oh i think -i am being the victim of Syndrome of Emptiness.

My dearest Mona!! I love you most as deep ocean or wide sky and with all beauty of universe.

My Candle Of Love…

My soul is a candleTo give the light for everybodyAfter my last breathe

It illuminates all beloved’s heart for consolationFrom all todays to all tomorrows

For never to blow outBut to show the path of affectionLike my singing or worrying love’s reflectionIn the mirror of the lives

With all best wishes to allBecause it is her duty given by super soul

Definitely it is eternal truth,sure,my dear!!My candle of love will have to enlighten forever to give relaxation

Because it is standing on its own never ending wax.Written by Aruna Sharma.22.07.2019. 12.37at night(All copyrights are reserved by Aruna Sharma)Images are taken from Google.

Dedicated to my younger daughter-I LOVE YOU,MY DEAR MONA!!ALWAYS PRAY FOR YOUR SUCCESSES.BLESS YOU,MY SWEET HEART!!MAY GOD BLESS YOU.ЁЯХЙЁЯХЙЁЯХЙЁЯХЙЁЯХЙЁЯХЙЁЯХЙЁЯХЙ

An immortal and true story of Laila and majnun

the mausoleum of Laila and Majnun(Qays) is situated at Binjaur, a village near Anupgarh in the Sri Gangannagar district of Rajasthan. According to the local legend, the famous lovers Laila and Majnu died here. A fair, held annually in the month of June, is attended by hundreds of couples and newlyweds.

All matters and images from Google.

Send by aruna sharma.

No darkness on shrouds of beloved eyes and hearts….

Darkness and you

What a strange thing is being said by you

My dear!!your lovely heart never allows darkness

And all illumination of light will cover your shrouds

Forever ,forever until the existence of world of the word of Amour

In the grave outside a innocent sparrow will keep always a flower for your fragrance

Inside you would hear a songs of longings like Qays ibn-ul-Mullavah

And your love like Laila not to be cry but will call you in memorandum of eternal love with echoing sigh….

All souls are illuminating light with lantern like fireflies

Oh my dear friend!!wherever you will go with your lonlieness

I am your shadow,so will follow you with light of hope in your darkness

In home of grave’s land,there will be words of love,on love’s bed with my fingers in your hair

I will hide you in my lap with shrouds which woven with silky thread

And lie inside of your bed becoming as shining brighten with a tale of mysterious.

Written by Aruna Sharma

23.07.2019. .. 11.57pm

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