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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MAR JAATE HAI

नई सदी से मिल रही दर्द भरी सौगात,

 

PATHAR BHI SANGEMARMAR LAGTA HAI

Mehfeel bhi sooni lagti Hai Tera kasar lagta Hai,

Gam bhi Khushi lagti Hai Tera asar lagt

Darkness...

Darkness unfolds when one man's touch

Caresses the body you cherish so much

You c

Changing The Past

The past is the past for a reason.

That is where it is supposed to stay,

But some

Meeting at Night
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The gray sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the s

dosti oe zindgi ke mokaam

एक दिन जिंदगी ऐसे मुकाम पर पहुँच जाएँ

Season of Love
When Spring in sunny woodland lay,
And gilded buds were sparely set
On oak tree and the thor

HAR PAL LARTA HAI

कभी हंसाती है तो कभी रुलाती है जिंदगी

From My Heart

A million stars up in the sky.

One shines brighter - I can't deny.

A love so prec

Broken Like Me

I see a sea of faces,

many I have never met,

but yet I feel compassion for them.<