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 unko paa na sake

Aansuon Ke Saagar Me Dil Ko Doobote hue,

Tamaam Raaten Guzar Di Rote hue

Mazak Ka

Final Moments

It wrecks me, that last moment

that played out so wrong.

Our hopeless eyes locked

Love Me Again

Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day

Love me again like you did the first day

Lo

TO TUM HO KON

अगर अजनबी सी कोई हो तुम, फिर तुम्हें ख�

I Always Love You..

I love your eyes and your soft sighs.

I love your inner beauty, too.

I love the w

Goodbye, My Dearest Friend

The hardest part of any friendship

is when it is time to say goodbye,

and even th

zindagi koi ghulam nahi

जिंदगी गुलामी में नहीं, आजादी से जियो

A Word To Husbands

 To keep your marriage brimming

 With love in the loving cup,

 Whe

Intjar Karna Padta Hain

 

Ab humein neend nahi aati,

Bas ek dastoor hai jo nibhana padta hai,

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Lessons For Living

I see you looking at your children,

Wondering what their lives will be.

If you ve