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

Friendship After Love

After the fierce midsummer all ablaze

Has burned itself to ashes, and expires

In

She Is Unique

She is unique.

Every time I see her

I just can't seem to know how to speak.

NASEEB BADAL DE

वक्त से लड़कर जो नसीब बदल दे,

इन्सान

ELAAN SE KEHTE HAI

जान हथेली पर, एक दम में गंवा देंगे

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A Thought True To You

Roses are red,

Violets are blue.

Sugar is sweet,

And I love you.

sara desh hamara

कहीं तुम्हें परबत लड़वा दे, कहीं लड़ा

Pay Attention To Me

Buzz, buzz in your ear,

A bumblebee follows you everywhere.

I am that bee, can't

hausla khud aa jayega..

Bus yahi dua mangi thi bhagwaan se,

 

Dena mujhe hausna ladne ka insaan se,<

The Glass Eye

The joke was very funny

She laughed a lot of tears

When suddenly her eye fell out

What She Is To Me

Look at the beauty in her eyes,

a glow that shines like the sunrise. 

Her sm