A Divine Rapture
Posted on
16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by
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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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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