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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The best kinds of people are warm and kind.

They are always there and they never mind.

Roty huye woh mujhse lipat kr boli...

Roty Huye Woh Mujh Sy Lipat Kr Boli,

Nafrat Hai Mujhy Tum Sy Mery Paas Na Aao....

mera sacha sathi

कहीं देखा हैं तुमने उसे
SARFAROSHI KI TAMANNA HAMARE DIL ME

सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में ह

kuch dost purane yaad ate hai

मैं यादों की किताब खोलू तो कुछ हंसते �

The Feeling Of Emptiness

I look into a broken mirror,

I seek to see why I am still living.

when I look aro

It's Better Goodbye

I feel so heavy, really tired of what

I'm carrying right now.

I wanted to howl an

aaj ki jeet

आज जीत की रात पहरुए! सावधान रहना

खु

BAS THODI DER

बस थोड़ी सी देर के लिए तुम्हारा मुझसे �

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If one name is but a glimpse of their soul

Then we are simple machines on cruise control<