The Power of Vulnerability - Brene Brown

MONIKA - FOREVER YOURS

What's illegal about love, your lordships?

http://www.ndtv.com/video/player/the-buck-stops-here/what-s-illegal-about-love-your-lordships/301012?pfrom=home-lateststories

I don't have regrets
Of the past 'N' weeks
And I would give up
All my guards and shields -

I don't want to leave
I would take all pain
I would trade my peace.
And as that song says -

I can't get convinced
that this could be wrong
When it gets so deep
and it gets so strong..

And I pray to God
So He'd make me wise.
And He'd take away
All my sharps and spikes.

So He'd give me strength
And he'd show me way
And he'd help me walk
Through the Emptiness

So that darkness which
Doesn't let me be.
Kept away from you,
Let you be in peace

WestJet Christmas Miracle: real-time giving

Magical...

Kaise bataye (APKGK)

Kaise Bataye Kyun Tujhko Chahe

Yaara Bata Na Paaye

Baatein Dilon Ki Dekho Zuban Ki Aankhe Tujhe Samjhayen

Tu Jaane Na

Mil Ke Bhi 

Hum Na Mile 

Tumse Na Jane Kyun

Milon Ki Hai Fasle

Tumse Hai Jaane Kyun

Anjane Hain Silsile

Tum Se Na Jaane Kyun

Sapne Hai Palkon Tale

Tum Se Na Jaane Kyun

Kaise Bataye Kyun Tujhko Chahe

Yaara Bata Na Paaye

Baatein Dilon Ki Dekho Zuban Ki Aankhe Tujhe Samjhayen

Tu Jaane Na

Nigahon Mein Dekho Meri Jo Har Bas Gaya

Woh Hai Milta Tumse Hoo Bahu

Ooo Jane Teri Aankhen Thi Ua

Ya Baatein Thi Wajah

Huye Tum Jo Dil Ki Arzooo

Tum Paas Ho Ke Bhi 

Tum Aas Ho Ke Bhi 

Ehsaaas Ho Ke Bhi 

Apne Nahi 

Aise Hai Apne Gile

Tum Se Na Jane Kyun

Lyrics Masti

Milon Ki Hai Fasle

Tumse Hai Jaane Kyun

Tu Jaane Na

Khayalon Mein Lakhon Batein 

Yun Keh Gaya

Bol Kuch Na Tere Samne

OO O 

Huye Na Begane Bhi Tum 

Ho Ke Aur Ke

Dekho Tum Mere Hi Bane

Afsoos Hota 

Dil Bhi Yeh Rota Hai

Sapne Sanjota Hai 

Pagla Hua Soche Yeh 

Hum The Mil 

Tum Se Na Jane Kyun

Milon Ki Hai Fasle

Tumse Hai Jaane Kyun

Anjane Hain Silsile

Tum Se Na Jaane Kyun

Sapne Hai Palkon Tale

Tum Se Na Jaane Kyun

Kaise Bataye Kyun Tujhko Chahe

Yaara Bata Na Paaye

Baatein Dilon Ki Dekho Zuban Ki Aankhe Tujhe Samjhayen

Tu Jaane Na

***

Легкомыслие!- Милый грех,

Милый спутник и враг мой милый!

Ты в глаза мне вбрызнул смех,

и мазурку мне вбрызнул в жилы.

Научив не хранить кольца,-

с кем бы Жизнь меня ни венчала!

Начинать наугад с конца,

И кончать еще до начала.

Быть как стебель и быть как сталь

в жизни, где мы так мало можем...

- Шоколадом лечить печаль,

И смеяться в лицо прохожим!

Марина Цветаева, 3 марта 1915

Levity! - a sweet sin,

Beloved companion and my beloved enemy!

You've sprayed a laughter into my eyes,

And sprayed a dance into my veins.

Having taught not to keep a ring -

Whoever life's getting me married to!

To start off chance from the end,

And to end before it begun.

To be like a stem and be like steel

In life where we are capable of so less...

- To cure the sadness with chocolate,

And to laugh at strangers' faces! 

Marina Tsvetaeva, March 3, 1915

***

Like the arm on the left and the arm on the right,

Your soul and my soul stand side by side.

We merge in warmth, bliss and delight,

Like the wing on the left and the wing on the right.

But a vortex rises – and a chasm breaks the link

Extending from the right – to the left wing!

Marina Tsvetaeva, July 10, 1918

Marina Tsvetaeva - Вы, идущие мимо меня

Вы, идущие мимо меня

К не моим и сомнительным чарам, —

Если б знали вы, сколько огня,

Сколько жизни, растраченной даром, 

И какой героический пыл

На случайную тень и на шорох...

И как сердце мне испепелил

Этот даром истраченный порох. 

О, летящие в ночь поезда,

Уносящие сон на вокзале...

Впрочем, знаю я, что и тогда

Не узнали бы вы — если б знали — 

Почему мои речи резки

В вечном дыме моей папиросы,—

Сколько темной и грозной тоски

В голове моей светловолосой. 

17 мая 1913

***

You, walking past me and racing

After charms that you’ll hardly attain, -

If you knew how much fire is wasted,

How much life is wasted in vain!

And what flames, so courageously rash,

An occasional shade can evoke,

And how my heart was burnt into ash

By this useless gunpowder smoke. 

O, the trains leaving terminals nightly,

Carrying sleep wherever they go …

Then again, I know, it’s unlikely

That you’d know, even if you could know -

Why my speeches are sharp and brief

In the smoke of my cigarette, -

How much dark and menacing grief

Is concealed in my golden-haired head.

May 17, 1913

https://sites.google.com/site/poetryandtranslations/tsvetaeva/-you-walking-past-me

How does a lifetime fit into just a few weeks?

Chal Diyay, Zeb & Haniya and Javed Bashir, Coke Studio Pakistan

Enrique Iglesias – It Must Be Love

There is something I gotta tell you
It goes like this...

Do you know you control every single breath I take
You can see through my soul, I feel it in the love we make

And I try to find a place where I can hide yeah
But every time I try to fight the feeling it takes over me yeah

It must be love baby cause it's killing me looking in your eyes
It must be love cause every time you walk away I just fall apart

And I don't know what it is, but I feel I'm in too deep
No, I don't know what it is, it must be love
Yeah, it must be love

When we talk you can read every word inside my head
Like you know what I need, and I can't imagine anywhere
I'd wanna be then right here with you baby, next to me
Why can't you see I try to fight the feeling, but I do believe

It must be love baby cause it's killing me looking in your eyes
It must be love cause every time you walk away I just fall apart

And I don't know what it is, but I feel I'm in too deep
No, I don't know what it is, it must be love
It must be love

It must be love

I try to find a place where I can hide
But everytime I try to fight the feeling it takes over me
It must be love baby cause it's killing me looking in your eyes
It must be love cause every time you walk away I just fall apart

And I don't know what it is, but I feel I'm in too deep
No, I don't know what it is, it must be love
It must be love

It must be love

I've bared all my vulnerable spots, my "Achilles's heel",
And handed over both the bow and the arrow..
And I guess you did the same..
My shield is broken, and all the guards are down..

Now something within is aching and moaning,
Trying to find a way out, trying to jump out, to break free,
To take a gulp of fresh air.
But I can't find a way to protect this 'something' anymore.
This little beating thing is hurting..

I found a traitor inside who gave my heart away, 
It's taken now, and only yearns for more.
Unable to run away or to hide, 
How do I get back to that sweet (was it sweet?) and careless independence.
And peace.. Which is nowhere to be found.

Как я по Вашим узким пальчикам 

Водила сонною щекой, 

Как Вы меня дразнили мальчиком, 

Как я Вам нравилась такой... 

The way I was gently touching your thin fingers 

With my sleepy cheek,

The way you were teasing by calling me a boy

And how much you liked me being like that..

Marina Tsvetaeva
December 1914

Interesting piece
http://peacelovedas.com/2013/01/18/judging-people-on-their-past-mistakes/

This heavy feeling inside is just not going away..for many many days..
If only I knew how to fix it..and cast it out..
If only I knew what should I do to make it go. I would do it, step by step..

Having finally cleared my mind in the past months, how come I'm landing in this confusion again..
Having come at peace with myself in the past few months, how come I'm at a crossroad of doubts again..

What would be the right thing to do? And what is the wrong?
Should I run or should I stay? Should you run?
Too many questions and no answers..

Jab jab dard ka baadal chhaya

Jab gham ka saya lehraya

Jab aansoo palkon tak aya

Jab yeh tanha dil ghabraya

Humne dil ko ye samjhaya

Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai

Duniya mein yunhi hota hai

Yeh jo gehre sannaate hain

Waqt ne sabko hi baante hain

Thoda gham hai sabka kissa

Thodi dhoop hai sabka hissa

Aankh teri bekaar hi nam hai

Har pal ek naya mausam hai

Kyun tu aise pal khota hai

Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai..

Dil Aakhir tu kyon rota hai: Imran's Poetry, ZNMD

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Один из тех дней...

когда в конце изматывающих и не особо удачных (я бы даже сказала, - абсолютно провальных) долгих рабочих часов, ужасно хочется прийти домой, зная, что там кто-то ждет.