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

SHABNAM ROSHANI

श्वेत, सर्द आनन्दमय चाँद की मोहब्बत भ

Nothing Like A Fifth Grade Crush

There's nothing like a fifth-grade crush.

When you see that girl it's such a rush.

<

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

MAN SE SWIKAR

एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )

Always Marry An April Girl

Praise the spells and bless the charms,

I found April in my arms.

April golden, A

ishq hi khuda hai

The Most Horrible Treat

It seemed like a good idea at the time,

But looking back now I cringe just a little.

If Four Is A Party This Is A Public Party

I have one too many personalities,

I don't know which one is me,

So if I'm nice a

WO HAR NAJARIYA

वो हर नजरिया , हमने बदल दिया

जो हमस�

Love me like you mean it

Where gilded autumn dazzles hazy morning 

And golden leaves sprinkle on marigold bea