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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SHAAM KI TARAH

शाम की तरह हम ढलते जा रहे है,

बिना क�

My Beautiful Country India

 

Today is a time for fireworks and fun

But we shouldn’t forget its re

HUM BHARTIYA KEHLATA HAI

हम बच्चे हँसते गाते हैं।

हम आगे बढ�

A Time to Talk
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand

three frog baby

Three baby frogs grandma said not to bother
Tujhe khawab hi me dekhun...

Tujhe Khawab Hi Me Dekhun Ye Bharam Bhi Aj Toota...

Tere Khawab Kese Dekhun Mujhe Neend H

A Rooted Friend

Friends come and go

and love grows, grows, and grows

True friends are trees with

karne lage hai hum khud se pyar

Zindagi ne, is kaddar, kiya hai,  bas vaar

Bina koi,  churee,  ya koi,&nbs

My Sweet Love

I see you in my thoughts and dreams.

When I awake, how real it seems.

You aren't

I Love Your Cute Smile

I love your eyes and your soft sighs.

I love your inner beauty, too.

I love the w