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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PYAAR EK SHABAD BHARA

प्यार, एक शब्द भर होता

तो पोंछ देती

Best Friends Are Angels, That God Sent Along

If someone asked what's a best friend?

I'd have to say someone who's there 'til the bitte

desh bhakti

देश लूटने की खातिर पग-पग पर दुश्मन बै�

CINDY WILLIAMS GUTIÉRREZ

Remeber When

Remember when we first did meet,

our hearts rejoiced and skipped a beat.

Remember

dosti ek khushi hai

Dosti Dard Nahi Khushiyon Ki Saugat Hai,

Kisi Apne Ka Zindgi Bhar Ka Saath Hai,

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CINDY WILLIAMS GUTIÉRREZ

To Taste The Sweet Perfection Of Your Embrace

I have been lucky enough to feel your touch

You are my love and to me you mean so much

APNA HAR DARD CHHUPAYA

Zindgi se apna har dard chupa lena

Khushi na sahi gam gale laga lena

Koi agar kah

HAR CHAHAT SE IZHAR HAI MERA

Hum sare waadon ko nibhayenge

Zindagi ko safal banayenge

Tum jo sang bane raho