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

The Feeling Of Emptiness

I look into a broken mirror,

I seek to see why I am still living.

when I look aro

koi mujhe pehchanta hi nahi

 

aaj wo mera naam bhul gay unko shayad oata nahi ki me kon hun 

jikrra

What I Found in My Desk
A ripe peach with an ugly bruise,
a pair of stinky tennis shoes,
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The Day I Remember

I opened my eyes

I looked to the sky

the birds were singing and whistling by

This Is Giving Up

So I guess I could lie and say I tried,

But the truth I can't deny,

I loved you,

ME TERI NA BANOO TO KEHNA

मैं मोहब्बत हूँ मोहब्बत करके देख,

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KARNE WALE KAAM BAHUT HAI

करनेवाले काम बहुत हैं व्यर्थ उलझनों �

True Feelings

You make me feel so real

I lay awake at night thinking of you

I close my eyes and

dosti oe zindgi ke mokaam

एक दिन जिंदगी ऐसे मुकाम पर पहुँच जाएँ

Love Coming..

She had looked for his coming as warriors come,

With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca