The Definition of Love

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

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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tum or hum ajnabi ek raho pe

एक अजनबी तुम एक अजनबी हम अनजानी राहों

To My Dear and Loving Husband
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee;
If ever wif

AAPKI LADAI KOI OR LAD RAHA HAI

 

LADO 

LAD NAHI SAKTE TO BOLO

BOLL NAHI SAKTE TO LIKHO

parwah nahi kuch dam ki

कस ली है कमर अब तो, कुछ करके दिखाएंगे,

Embassy...

I don’t know enough about anything

to be anybody but a stranger.

Isn’

Pain Of A Broken Heart

Tears of blood fall from my broken heart.

I never thought we would be apart.

When

Giving Friend

 

We share so much of our lives

Our joy and also our pain.

Without y

MAN SE SWIKAR

एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )

milte agar hum to kya ehsaas hota

मिलते अगर हम तो क्या एहसास होता

धड़�

Did Not
Twas a new feeling - something more
Than we had dared to own before,
Which then we hid not;