The Definition of Love
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16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by
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My love is of a birth as rare
As 'tis for object strange and high;
It was begotten by Despair
Upon Impossibility.
Magnanimous Despair alone
Could show me so divine a thing
Where feeble Hope could ne'er have flown,
But vainly flapp'd its tinsel wing.
And yet I quickly might arrive
Where my extended soul is fixt,
But Fate does iron wedges drive,
And always crowds itself betwixt.
For Fate with jealous eye does see
Two perfect loves, nor lets them close;
Their union would her ruin be,
And her tyrannic pow'r depose.
And therefore her decrees of steel
Us as the distant poles have plac'd,
(Though love's whole world on us doth wheel)
Not by themselves to be embrac'd;
Unless the giddy heaven fall,
And earth some new convulsion tear;
And, us to join, the world should all
Be cramp'd into a planisphere.
As lines, so loves oblique may well
Themselves in every angle greet;
But ours so truly parallel,
Though infinite, can never meet.
Therefore the love which us doth bind,
But Fate so enviously debars,
Is the conjunction of the mind,
And opposition of the stars.
-Andrew Marvell
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Aawaaz lagaa kar to dekhnaa
Aawaaz Lagaa Kar Dekhnaa Hum Tere Liye Thahar Jaayenge....
Hum Tere Aks Hain, Tere Hi Jis
JAB HUM BICHAD JAYENGE
एक दिन जब हम बिछड़ जाएंगे
हमेशा के
True Feelings
You make me feel so real
I lay awake at night thinking of you
I close my eyes and
AAO AJADI DIWAS BANAY
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zindagi bahut chhoti si hai achhe se ji lo
kabhi kabhi kuchh chizen apni man
ki bhi kar le ni chahiy
kunki ye zindgi b
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
If I Were To Write A Poem
If I were to write a poem,
It would be a fantastic piece of art,
Many people woul
dosti ek khushi hai
Dosti Dard Nahi Khushiyon Ki Saugat Hai,
Kisi Apne Ka Zindgi Bhar Ka Saath Hai,
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The sparkle in your eye,
The warmth of your skin,
Your breath on m
hamari dosti kya hai