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

Dar Kar Nahi Rehna Hain

 

कस ली है कमर अब तो, कुछ करके दिखा�

Never Forget

The hate that I feel inside for you

For all the crappy things you have put them through

Because I Needed A Friend

I called you late last night

because I needed a friend.

But you, of course, didn'

A Friend In Need Is A Friend Indeed

Friends are far, friends are near.

Friends will be there to lend an ear.

They lis

Macchar marney se shikari nahi bn jaoge or...

Arz kiya hai..
.
.
Macchar marney se shikari nahi ban jaoge..
.
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Pyara Hindustan Hain

 

अमरपुरी से भी बढ़कर के जिसका गौ�

Fear Of Falling

 

Why are we so afraid

to fall in love?

Is it the hurt, the heartbre

MATI MERE DESH KI

नदी, झील, झरनों की झाँकी मनमोहक है,

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Discovery
Man and matchstick
Cast nearly in the same mould
Both unaware
Of their flair
Till
Ru

desh bhakti

जहाँ डाल-डाल पर सोने की चिड़िया करती �