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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TUNE KUCHH NA KAHA

tune kuchh bhi na kaha ho jaise,

mere hi dil ki sada ho jaise,

yoon teri yaad se

zindgi ko ji lo achhese

kabhi kabhi kuchh cheezein  Apne man 

ki bhi kar le ni chahiye

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Qurbat Say Teri Reh Nhi Pata...

Qurbat Say Teri Reh Nh Pata Mai Apny Aap Mein...
Har Baar Tujh ko Tujh Sy He..Churany Ko Je

A Pretty Woman
That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers,
And the blue eye
Dear and dewy,
And that infantine fre

hum ne unko chaha

Usko chaha bhi to izhar karna na aaya,

katt gayee umar sari humein pyar karna na aaya,

I Don't Know Why

Sometimes life is hard, and there is so much I still don't understand.

I feel alone and a

Dreaming'
Close your eyes and spread your wings.
Make a wish and dream good dreams.
Don't ever say, you'

The man in the Jar

I once knew a man who lived in a jar,
for a stranger sight you'd have to go far.

I a

How It Used To Be

I saw her during recess

And then again at lunch

I kinda liked to tease her

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Greed.....

When we were born with no possession.

The love received was our concession.

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