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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Standing Alone

I can see the flower upon which my life grows, blooming into a rose.

See the hope an

HUM EK NAYA SAMAJ BANAY

भारत माँ के वीर सपूतों

के बलिदानो�

KUCH LOG KEHTE HAI

कुछ कहते हैं मजबूर हैं हम

उस वक़्त

Start Fresh

I wanna start fresh...

 

and forget this place, the wicked world I live in,<

First Love

I ne'er was struck before that hour

With love so sudden and so sweet.

Her face it

BIN MANGE MIL JAYEGA

प्रभु कहते हैं……..!!

 

होती �

Keep On Smiling

If at times you feel you want to cry

And life seems such a trial,

Above the cloud

SHAAM KI TARAH

शाम की तरह हम ढलते जा रहे है,

बिना क�

The Guitar Of Time

On a guitar of time, he played pleasant tunes,

the rhymes of his life were sung by the mo

I Want To Thank You Again

To me, you're like an angel, sent by God above,

To cleanse my soul of sadness and fill it