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

Other poetry

Silent Noon
Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,--
...The finger-points look through like rosy blooms

kya pata hai tumhen

Kya pta hai tujhe?

ki mere jajbaato ka alfaaj tu hai,

mere hontho par bikhari mus

Just For Today

 Just for today,

 Can we forget about race,

 Colour, religion

It Feels Like A Lifetime Ago

Feels like a lifetime ago

that I loved like that.

Wanting more

and more a

I so loved you

 

I so loved you from the start,

You had a special place in my heart,

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MAN SE SWIKAR

एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )

tum mera pehlu to bano

Prem agan hai thodi thodi

Chanda se bhi gori gori

Samne khadi hai wo chori

Dekhe mujhko chori chori

Who Nose...

Some areas long as hoses

You buy at a garden store.

Mine can be used to smell ros

KHUDA UNKO BAKSH DETA HAI

Kya khub likha hai kisi ne Kya khub

 likha hai kisi ne, bakhsh deta hai

&nbs