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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bana le apna shastar tu

tu khud ki khoj mein nikal

 

tu kis liye hataash hai

 

Hurt And Pain

Hurt and pain.

There's much to gain.

Peace and love.

It's all the same.

TUM LOT KAR MAT JANA

तुम आओ तो

इस बार लौट कर मत जाना।

Baby When You Hold Me

Baby, when you hold me, my emotions makes it clear

Just how much you mean to me while we

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

loki bolla muli se

 

loki bolla sun ri muli,

kahan chali tu dukheli dukheli  

rishtey ko sawaar lete hai

Suno…. Suno na! Kuch tum badlo, kuch hum badle.. 

Aur badalke is rishte ko dh

Happy Birthday, Sister

Once a year we celebrate

with stupid hats and plastic plates

the fact that you we

Last
Friend, whose smile has come to be
Very precious unto me,
Though I know I drank not first
O

I Am In Love With You

It's the way you say I love you and the way you hold my hand.

There's just so much about