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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hum ne unko chaha

Usko chaha bhi to izhar karna na aaya,

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The people upstairs all practice ballet

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I never really knew you.

You were just another friend,

But when I got to know you

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My love is of a birth as rare
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We didn't start as friends.

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MAALUM KYA KISI KO

उतरा तेरे किनारे जब कारवां हमारा ॥

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Geetanjali

 

Where the mind is without fear

and the head is held high;

Where kn