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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BHAROSA KHUD PE RAKHO

BHAROSA KHUD PAR RAKHO 

TO TAKAT BAN JATI HAI 

OR DUSRO PAR RAKHO TO&nb

When You Love Someone, It's Forever

When you love someone, you will do anything for them.

If the sound of your voice keeps th

dosti kya hai

 

dosti wo nahi jo jaan deti hai 

dosti wo bhi nahi jo muskan deti ha

Friendship Are Like Daimonds

In the darkness, in the silence,

Only faint memories of joy are heard.

Overrun by

ruthe huye yaar ko manau

Socha tha k apne ruthe huye yar ko manau

Ja ke uske daman mein toot kar bikhar jaau

Yara Mera Desh

 

यारा प्यारा मेरा देश,

सजा –

VO BHARAT DESH HAI MERA

जहाँ डाल-डाल पर सोने की चिड़िया करती �

KISI KE LIYE SARTAAJ HAI ZINDGI

किसी के लिए सरताज है जिंदगी

कभी दो

In Good Time...

Life can seem an endless maze,

The twists and turns, lulls and delays,

But things

If You Believe

When your mind is set

On a splendid thing you want to do,

Some will shrug,

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