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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Broken Wings

Wings of wax will melt and fall apart,

But what if they are a true reflection of what's i

zindgi ko ji lo achhese

kabhi kabhi kuchh cheezein  Apne man 

ki bhi kar le ni chahiye

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If You Believe

When your mind is set

On a splendid thing you want to do,

Some will shrug,

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WO YAAD ATE HAI DIL MEIN

Woh yaad aaye bhulate bhulate,

dil ke zakham ubhar aaye chhupate chhupate,

sikhay

Baby When You Hold Me

Baby, when you hold me, my emotions makes it clear

Just how much you mean to me while we

TIRANGA JISKI YAAD KE LIY

जिनकी दृढ़ता से उन्नत है आज हिमालय

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jiwan hi hai sundarta

वह जीवन भी क्या जीवन है,
Love Trials

Times have been tough, and things have gone wrong,

But the deep love we share has been th

hum veer jawan

जाग रहे हम वीर जवान,

Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul

 

Take Me to the center of your soul

show me where you hide

lead me