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

Har pal tum hi yaad aao

Har pal ne kaha ek pal se…

Pal bhar ke liye aap mere samne aa jao…

Times Are Changing

We had our good days and we had our bad,

I thought I would never forget the times we had.

A Friend Is Backbone

A friend is a person

who has always has your back,

a person

who has faith

dosti kya hai

 

dosti wo nahi jo jaan deti hai 

dosti wo bhi nahi jo muskan deti ha

Giving Friend

 

We share so much of our lives

Our joy and also our pain.

Without y

Lessons Taught

Sit up straight, speak with grace

Be a lady, fashionably late.

Always walk tall,

I Can Do Anything For You My Love

Your lips so soft and red.

The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head.   &n

Respect Your Love

 

mohabbat mein shiddat mayne nahi rakhti

mohabbat

Descending Trousers

Oh, dear,

Oh, my gosh,

I hope that no one saw,

I wish that I could laugh,

EK BAAR HIMAT JUTAYA BHI

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