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..

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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.

the balm for my soul