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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papa ka pyaar

नन्ही सी आंखें और मुड़ी हुई उंगलियां

Befikri ho chali

बेफिक्र हो चली थी ज्योंही तुम्हारा क�

ek rishta

Suno…. Suno na! 

Kuch tum badlo, kuch hum badle.. 

Aur badalke i

Lonely Nights

Set forth towards the light

For it will be a lonely night

As long as I live

dosti kya hai

 

dosti wo nahi jo jaan deti hai 

dosti wo bhi nahi jo muskan deti ha

My India...

 

"Not where the musk of happiness blows,

Not where darkness and fears never

Take The Time

Who learns and learns,

Nor acts on what he knows,

Is one who plows and plows,

Unhappy..

I want to love again,

but my heart will not obey.

I want to be happy,

but

True Friends

Best friends stick together till the end.

They are like a straight line that will not ben

This Is A Daily Reminder

This is a daily reminder

To relax,

To not get angry over small things,

To