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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Daydreaming

The first time we ever met

Your name was all I knew

But as we got to know each ot

Till I Breathe My Last

When you love and hold me without any fear

Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.

Undying Love

I told you I loved you.

You didn't hesitate to say it back.

You held me in your a

Dream to Live

 

Hold fast to dreams

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird

wo dot kahan gum gay

ना जाने वो दोस्त कहां गुम हो गया जिसक�

UJALA HI PAYA

सिर्फ उजाला ही पाया है,आँखों की पट्टी

WO HAR NAJARIYA

वो हर नजरिया , हमने बदल दिया

जो हमस�

MAN SE SWIKAR

एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )

He Is Hurting Too

He's tired of the pain.

He's tired of every lie.

He's tired of the countless nigh

Shadow Of Life

Walking in the shadow of fear,

drowning endlessly by a single tear,

running along