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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हज़ार लड़के प्यार नही करते 

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Escape me?
Never—
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While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world cont

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Aaj raat meri yeh khamoshi use suna dena

Kuch na sune toh aansu se fehli shayahi dekha de

MAR JAATE HAI

नई सदी से मिल रही दर्द भरी सौगात,

 

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Wo bachapan achha tha

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Ye college ki eng

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Baby, I guess it was never meant to be.

I miss what we used to be,

but baby, can'