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.
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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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BAS TUM HAMESHA KE LIYE TUM MERI BAN JAO

Jab tum khush hote ho to mujhe sari kayanat khush nazar aati hai,

Jab tum udas hote ho to

What's Love ?

What is love?

Love is a dangerous thing,

But once you find the one,

It al

Pyar ka mitha dariya

दोस्ती

प्यार का मीठा दरिया है,पुक

Discovery
Man and matchstick
Cast nearly in the same mould
Both unaware
Of their flair
Till
Ru

mene raah dekhi thi kab se

Raah dekhi thi is din ki kabse, Aage ke sapne 

saja rakhe the naajane kab se. Bade u

Life's Own Battle

Didn't want a battle,

Yet you declared war,

Each knock you gave me made me strong

MAN SE SWIKAR

एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )

All About Girls

Girls!

They protect you!

Mind you, correct you!

In ways you never thought

Changing The Past

The past is the past for a reason.

That is where it is supposed to stay,

But some

LAGTA HAI US SE MOHABBAT HONE LAGI HAI

Surat na dekhi maine uski 

Moorat phir bhi uski ban ne lagi hai 

Din ko

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