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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YE ZINDAGI HAI MERI

ये ज़िन्दगी है तेरी मेरी कहानी,

कभ�

If Only She Knew

She has a special way

Of turning around my terrible day.

She makes all the bad th

My Beautiful Country India

 

Today is a time for fireworks and fun

But we shouldn’t forget its re

KUB HOGA UJIYARA

जीना हो तो मरना सीखो गूँज उठे यह नारा -

True Friend

A friend is like a star that twinkles and glows

Or maybe like the ocean that gently flows

shahido ke naam

मज़हब जुदा सही वतन तो एक है, है फूल रंग

DOR MANTHAN KE

यह नियम है

भावनाओं के आवेश में

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Cancer Poem-Mother Smile
I remember your brave face through all the pain,
The day you told us and I tried to remain sane.<

To My Kindred Spirit

We share secrets, we laugh and even cry,

We have so much in common,

Concern

A Time to Talk
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand