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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I Am Alone

I waited, and you didn't come.

I called, and you didn't answer.

I knocked, but yo

MERE DESH KO JAGRAT BANAO

“मन जहां डर से परे है

और सिर जहां �

badi badi desh ki bate

alag alag galiyon ko kon ginta hai 

saath khade ho rehne wale, desh tabhiu banta hai

such me tumhen koi fark nahi padta

tumhen such me koi fark nahi padta 

mere hone ya na hone se 

billkul bu

My One-Sided Love

My love for her is a roaring fire.

She's all I ever did or will desire.

Without h

Candy Love

Fly away with me, my dove

To a forbidden place where the skittles meet the rainbow.

Never Give Up

Never give up,

Never give in.

Move onward and upward with strength from within.

Lost
I thought it was a dream, I thought it wasn't real
But pain really hurts and its really how I fee

AANKHON ME NAZAR AATA HAI

तेरी आँखों में नज़र आता है स्वप्न मेरा

Be The Best Of Whatever Who You Are

If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,

Be a scrub in the valley — but be