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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hamari yaad ati hai

wo zindgi hi kya jisme mohobbat na ho.

wo mobbat hi kya jisme yaaden na ho 

Broken Wings

Wings of wax will melt and fall apart,

But what if they are a true reflection of what's i

Budding Love

If you take me,

Take me for who I am.

If you love me,

Accept me with all

A Friend Found In Music

Music is the ocean

That pulls me to the shore.

Music is the rhythm

That m

A Thought True To You

Roses are red,

Violets are blue.

Sugar is sweet,

And I love you.

kese bachayga prem pettr

 kitaab se le jayga prempattr

gidad  use pahad par noch noch khayga

&nb

Speak The Language Of Your Heart

Each day we wake is such a gift;

No moment's guaranteed.

Tomorrow isn't promised,

Start Fresh

I wanna start fresh...

 

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

In Search Of
In search of truth
In search of light
In search of good
In search of right

Now if yo

I Light The Torch

I light a torch and hold it high

It shines so bright it lights the sky

You see th