A Divine Rapture

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

E'en like two little bank-dividing brooks,
That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams,
And having ranged and search'd a thousand nooks,
Meet both at length in silver-breasted Thames,
Where in a greater current they conjoin:
So I my Best-beloved's am; so He is mine. E'en so we met; and after long pursuit,
E'en so we joined; we both became entire;
No need for either to renew a suit,
For I was flax, and He was flames of fire:
Our firm-united souls did more than twine;
So I my Best-beloved's am; so He is mine. If all those glittering Monarchs, that command
The servile quarters of this earthly ball,
Should tender in exchange their shares of land,
I would not change my fortunes for them all:
Their wealth is but a counter to my coin:
The world 's but theirs; but my Beloved's mine.
-Francis Quarles

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Keep Safe...

No more shaking hands.

Don't touch your face.

Never stand too close

In a

Always Friends

I accept you in confidence,
I listen and admire your wisdom.
We are one when we are tog

A Dieter's Desire

Oh my soul, be thou quiet

This is not 'another diet'

Just a program of exchange

parwah nahi kuch dam ki

कस ली है कमर अब तो, कुछ करके दिखाएंगे,

My Empty, Broken Heart

 My empty, broken heart is left in the pouring rain to soak up   my tears. 

Uljha-sa aaj mein hue

Zindagi hansne-gaane ka naam hai,

Hans kar palon ko jiye ja,

Gaakar gamon ko piye

After The Party

It's getting late, I must go

I had a beer where did it go

I had to pee. I know it

MUJHE PYAAR HAI US LADKI SE

मुझे प्यार है उस लड़की से और मेरा प्य�

My Life...

The things I've seen will scar me for life.

Growing up, I've seen wrong and very little o

What Lies

 

You told me you loved me,

but your eyes were empty.

You told me yo