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
Quite possibly
To laugh often and much;
such a wonderful collection
So pause lots,
CHEHRE PE KITABO SE JYADA LIKHA HAI
GIRNA BHI ACHHA HAI
zindgi hi ti hai
ज़िन्दगी ही तो है थोड़ा और सीखा देगी
If You Think
If you think you can reach the sky,
HUM BADAL NA NAHI CHAHTE
हम राह को बदलना नहीं चाहते हैं,
Inner Strength
It's only through mistakes we make
CHUN CHUN KAR
मैं जिसमें चुन -चुन कर कदम रखती हूँ,
Just Like A Child
How I wish to trust
The Perfect Little Town
The little town was the perfect little town,
