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

Other poetry

kya hai zindgi

 

bante bigadte halato kaa 

hisaab hai zindgi 

har roz

Har aansu mera ek shola hai

Dard apne dil ka humne

Ek arse ke bad khola hai

Bas bat ye alag hai

Ke da

Today I Was...

Monday I was angry with the sun.

It was always in my eyes - no fun.

Tuesday I was

No Othe Friend

No other friend is quite like you.

No other friend could do exactly what you do.

Road To Nowhere

I like to blaze new trails

on the road to nowhere.

On a journey through time,

Lost Love..

I still love you.

we were friends with him

when he introduced me to you.

hamari dosti kya hai

Abhi aaye abhi baithe abhi daman sambhala hai...

Abhi aaye abhi baithe abhi daman sambhala hai,,

Tumhari 'jaun' 'jaun' ne humara dam nikal

dosti kya hai

 

dosti wo nahi jo jaan deti hai 

dosti wo bhi nahi jo muskan deti ha

Morning Prayer

Now another day is breaking,

Sleep was sweet and so is waking.

Dear Lord, I promi