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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dosti oe zindgi ke mokaam

एक दिन जिंदगी ऐसे मुकाम पर पहुँच जाएँ

MUJHE NA BASANT BHATA HAI

मुझे न बसंत भाता है, 

 

न ही बह

Just Want A Happy Life

I live with depravity,

Pressure like gravity.

Why can't they just see

I w

Another Crush

I don't want to keep feeling this way,

Because each time I come closer, you move away.

Dosti kya hai

क्या खबर तुमको दोस्ती क्या हैं

ये �

Why I Chose You

I've always underestimated myself,

Always tried to humble myself,

But when it cam

Alone Forever

My feelings make me alone,
Alone forever.
My friends don’t know my feelings,

Lonely Without You

Woke up today
with your name on my lips
went about my way
you were in all my steps

Take The Time

Who learns and learns,

Nor acts on what he knows,

Is one who plows and plows,

shahido ke naam

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