My love…..

My love?

You ask me.

How i tell you.

My love is in the air.

Feel when you inhale

Just after exhale

Smell a fragrance only

Because all feelings of love is spreading in all over the earth

Like the eternal garden of all fragrant

flowers taken birth

Blowing wind has become her friend

Oh ,don’t try to search it in my heart

Because it is wandering as pure soul every where

Not you and no other can touch her cous of it’s fast speed

Don’t try to catch her with white gown rippling in breeze by your dirty hand

When the all bells are ringing in rhythm in all temples having blessed

Go to holy river- Ganga and take some water of it,for a sip and other drops for cleansing your body as taking a bath

After then you will feel-you are not alone and all blessed things are filled up in your empty heart

And your heart will always in dancing mood as my Shankar on the Himalayan’s rock’ n roll with snowy belt.

Written by Aruna Sharma.

30.11.2019. 2.00pm

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Alexander Pope-A Famous Poet(1688-1744)-Famous Quotes….

So much wise thoughts of Alexander Pope which forces me to think often.I think-These are immortal lines.what do you think about these quotes?reply,my dear readers!!

Author Profession: Poet
Nationality: English
Born: May 21, 1688
Died: May 30, 1744

Some more of the thoughts of Alexander Pope…….

1-The greatest magnifying glasses in the world are a man’s own eyes when they look upon his own person.

2-Nature and nature’s laws lay hid in the night. God said, Let Newton be! and all was light!

3-All nature is but art unknown to thee.

4-The proper study of Mankind is Man.

Send by Aruna Sharma.29.11.2019

I dreamt the dodder ….

In the nighty way,

On my sleeping bed,

All dodders were playing beneath my sleepy eyelids,

And trying to cling on my whole existence of Chinars,

Suddenly most changes were in all scenes of my dreaming land

All type of humankind were dressing the tress in that wonderland

And all dodders were increasing so much fast as they could do more

As the competition between them to climb up above more and more

Were they the messenger of my pure love

Were they symbols of my images of love’s songs

Which were watering at every roots of trees by hiding the seeds of that anonoymity’s belongs.

The cuscutas were trying tricks to touch the highest edge of roof the sky like the skyscrapers,

Oh, how could I tell them that it is not easy to touch the edge of heaven of lovers,

Maybe they went at horizon to caught the sunset,

Maybe they try to climb on mountains for loving the dawn’s dew as wet.

Without supporting all are possible but taking any support could kill all their wishes.

And trying in this way to love ,all woods of heavenly love could change in the plants of cactus.

Oh my headache!! They were surrounded on all woods.

My lovely trees of love of that woods had died.

My dawn’s sun and dusk’s sunset were feeling very much sad.

At once, a rooster’s crawling-at the beak of dawn as”cock the doodle-doo”by saying

Opening my eyes as asking-” how are you” in the morning

Oh my God!! All night that nightmare was near me for mourning

I stood up and ran to my room’s window by uplifting the curtain

Then a breeze come under my room like smiling fairy to fresh my mood’s confusion

I gaze outside with attention to my Chinaars(Maple trees)

They all are smiling and dancing with blowing wind,

And consoling me by saying of never worrying’s clutched.

We are with you forever and promise me to save the love’s garden when I will be no more but love of universe is for all immortality remained

Thanks God.


Written by Aruna Sharma.

28.11.2019. 11.15pm

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एक क़तरा च़ैन की खातिर…

इस द़िल की चैन की ख़ातिर जो नग़मा गुनगुनाता रहा

अक्सर पाने को क़रार,

वही नग़मा मुझे समझाता है अब क्यों सजाये रखा है मुझे अपने लब़ पर होके बेक़रार।

ओह,बहुत थक चुका है दिल देख के दुनिया की व़हशत ब़ेशुमार।

मैंने तो फ़कत सीखा और सिखाया हर गैर अपने को सब़क-ए-प्यार।

जाने कहाँ से हर कदम पे उठ रहा नफ़रतों का ग़ुबार।

साँस के हर सफ़हों पे धीरे धीरे छा रही है धुन्ध की कतार।

अभी तो मेरी बगिया के फूल बड़े नाज़ुक हैं,मेरे द़िलदार।

या तो दे दे ताज़ी हवा और रिमझिम सी बौछार।

या कि दे इज़ाजत जाने की दूर कहीं तन्हा से दय़ार,

जो अब भी बुलाता है बन के पुरनम़ सुकूने ब़हार।

एक हिमालय में सुनी थी ग़ुमनाम सी गुफ़ा की पुकार।

वहीं से अब तलक गूँज रहे है जैसे दुआओं के अस़रार।

बस अब और नहीं करना है मुझे डूबने का इन्तजार।

जहाँ हर मोड़-ए-जिन्दगी में है हर रिश्ता सड़े से तालाब का खरपतवार।

मुझे नफ़रत है हर नफ़रत से,

मुझे व़हशत है हर व़हशत से,

मुझे ज़िल्लत है हर ज़लालत से,

हाँ पर मुहब़्बत है हर मुहब़्बत से,

बेशक रहूँ चाहे हज़ार गुरब़त में।

सिर झुका रखा है यूँ सज़दा-ए-म़जार में।

मेरी क्या औकात फिर भी उम्मीद लिये हूँ ख़ुदा हो रहमत-ए- म़यार मे।

ऐ मुंतजिर!! आखिर क्या राज़ द़िल में एक दर्द सा है…

ऐ मुंतजिर!सभी सूफ़ी कह तो गये हैं कि सारी दुनिया मुहाज़िर है,

नफ़रत तो बुरी श़ै’ है,पर द़िल में म़ुहब्बत है लिये बेपनाह दर्द तो दर-ए-ख़ालिक का है उसी के लिये हाज़िर।

तू भटक रहा है दर-ब-दर ना जाने किस इंतजार-ए-बज़्म में,

हमें तो तलाश़ है इक ज़र्रा -ए-ज़लाल तेरी पुरऩम नज़्म में।

हादसों के मारे लिये बोझ गम़ का ये द़िल फिर आन पहुचाँ मेहमाँ बन तेरी म़हफिल में ,

कि पहचान लिया है चेहरा तेरा और ज़वाब ख़ामोश लबों की मज़लिस में।

अब राह-ए-ख़ुदा ख़ुद बतायेंगी तेरे ख़ामोश दर्द-ए-द़िल की दव़ा,

मेरा क्या कि जमीं पे रहूँ कि ब़हिश्त में पर तू रहेगा हमेशा बन के इक सूफ़ी की द़ुआ।

ओह,तू भी मुंतजिर मैं भी मुंतजिर ,ना जाने किस मंजिल की मुराद़ लिये भटक रही है दुनिया सारी।

गऩीमत है कि मैं हूँ ख़ुदा की निग़हबानी में,और तू है

तक़दीर वाला कि ऊपरवाला म़ुस्तैद बना तेरा अंसारी।

(“ज़ाजाकल्ल़ाह ख़ैर”)


Written by Aruna Sharma.26.11.2019


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