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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AANKHON ME NAZAR AATA HAI

तेरी आँखों में नज़र आता है स्वप्न मेरा

I Can Do Anything For You My Love

Your lips so soft and red.

The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head.   &n

What Hurts In Love

What hurts the most...

Was loving you so much,

But that not being enough.

TUMSE ISHQ KARNA SIKHA HAI

मालूम है मुझे की मैं कुछ भी लिखु तुम इ�

Pyara Hindustan Hain

 

अमरपुरी से भी बढ़कर के जिसका गौ�

A Time To Talk

When a friend calls to me from the road

And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,

Sansar chalye baithe hai.

Kya baat karu mein logo ki,

Sab aap bataye baithe hai.

Kuch dard chupaye baithe h

Special True Friend

It has meant so much

Having you as a friend.

You will always be a part of me

You Will Never See Me Fall

 

You may see me struggle,

but you won't see me fall.

Regardless if

The Hardest Thing I'll Ever Do
The hardest thing I'll ever do
is let go of you
And look forward instead of back to my past <