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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MUJHE APNA YAAR BANA LO

मुझे अपनी जान बना लो,

अपना अहसास बन

Tum ne usme aisa kya dekha ?

Log Mujhse Hr Bar Poochte Hain Tum Ne UsMe Kya Dekha ?

Me Kehta Hun Jab Usy Dekha To Phir

SANSAR CHALAY BETHE HAIN

क्या बात करूँ मैं लोगो की

सब आप बता

Our Friendship

I met you as a stranger, then took you as my friend.

Our friendship is something that wil

My Crush....

I get this funny feeling way down deep inside.

My hands begin to shake whenever she walks

sachi dosti

दोस्ती का रिस्ता होता है खास ,

जो ह�

zindagi jina bhl gaya

कब सपनों के लिए,

सपनों का घर छोड़ द�

Love Throughout Time

Time is like the wind,

Slow and smooth.

Time can change swiftly,

Fast and

In Search Of
In search of truth
In search of light
In search of good
In search of right

Now if yo

Love Trials

Times have been tough, and things have gone wrong,

But the deep love we share has been th