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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ISHQ BEWAJAH
HA US VAKTT ME TERA THAÂ
JAB TAK TU MERA THAÂ
VO PAL VO RAATE VO YAADHE
God's Gift To Me
You are my sunshine.
You are my shining star.
Everything I'm not,
You are
tumhare naam ki mehndi
Tere naam ki mehendi sajai maine hatho mei
Tujhko chupaya maine apni sanso mei
Ch
Adhikar bataye baithe hai.
Sach jhooth kisi ki baaton ka,
Kuch pata nhi chalta ab toh.
Kuch ke sach bhi ab j
If I Were Her Lover
I
If I were her lover,
I'd wade through the clover
Over the fields before
The gat
I Can Do Anything For You My Love
Your lips so soft and red.
The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head.  &n
jiwant mera prem saans leta hai
उसकी हर बात घोलती है मेरे कानों में अà¤
24th year
Merely a boy 24 years old,
Mysteries of life, stories untold.
24 summers made me grow,
Find Your Drive
Sometimes you just have to push yourself to get out of bed.
You stay up 'til 2 am just wi
hamari yaad ati hai
wo zindgi hi kya jisme mohobbat na ho.
wo mobbat hi kya jisme yaaden na hoÂ