A Divine Rapture
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16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by
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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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If
If life were but a dream, my Love,
And death the waking time;
If day had not a beam, my Love,<
Never Letting Go
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
YADGARI KE LAMHE
जिंदगी के बहुमूल्य पल बन जाते हैं, लम
kanha ki diwani
हर शाम किसी के लिए सुहानी नही होती
MERI KALAM OR DAWAAT
ये कैसे अद्भूत मोती अल्फाजों के अ माल
The Ghost Of My Past
Fumbling, stumbling,
around in the dark.
Fighting, igniting,
flames from
My Angel My Girlfriend
Your lips so soft and red.
The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. &
Did Not
Twas a new feeling - something more
Than we had dared to own before,
Which then we hid not;
Candy Tree Shops
If ice cream could be grown on the treetop,
Tiny tummies would be liking it lots.
HUM APNA RAQT CHADHATE HAI
अपना तन-मन-धन-जन-जीवन
माता को अर्पण