Being a mother

From FB.


A human body can bear only 45 del (unit) of pain. But at the time of giving birth,a mother feels upto 57 del of pain... This is similar to 20 bones getting fractured, all at the same time. 
This is just to tell you the extent to which a mother loves her child!

I will warm up your heart...

Wind is driving forth frowning clouds in the sky. 

That is life running randomly, haunting somebody’s thresholds,

Hitting itself on the walls, yearning in search of the way out. 

All the hardships and worries are just like a whirlpool. 

Wind is whistling, and night is rushing getting furious. 

No, it’s not fear, just some incomprehensible grief. 

Heart is decreasing its pace and is standing still for a moment, 

Seems it’s impossible to overcome such a terrible cold. 

Oh my love, why this cold and why are you feeling so lonely? 

Why are you closing your eyes, why don’t you believe? 

We often consider that heavens appear to be very cruel. 

But what if it’s not cruelty but just a door to the better? 

Stand up. I know that you can. And I know you remember, 

Nothing that’s given to us is beyond our strength. 

Look at the sunrise, you won’t let your head down now. 

I will warm up your sorrowful heart, my beloved one. 

Overcome death

Meaning of death is getting over it.
You can overcome death with love. Philosopher Gabriel Marcel once said - "Telling a person I LOVE YOU means saying YOU'LL NEVER DIE".

This is only beginning...

This is only beginning.
Roads and wind.
Along silent railways
and under clouds.
Petty things have become
smaller and smaller...
Only sky is around,
and it's opened to us -
I know that now.
And we're inseparable,
like links of chain...
No, we're stronger.
We'll melt in embrace.
It's so tender and strong,
this interlacing of destiny
and living love.


Это только начало.
Дороги и ветер.
По замершим рельсам -
и под облака.
И мелкое стало
всё мельче и мельче...
Кругом только небо,
открытое нам -
теперь это знаю.
И мы неразрывны,
как звенья цепи...
Нет, мы крепче с тобой.
В объятьях растаем.
Так нежно и сильно
сплетенье судьбы...
и живая любовь.

Miles

Somebody says: distance matters. For someone distance is nonsence. Two very lonely and very brave people will always find each other.

But it may be not hearty enough. Bounds broke by miles. Distance kills even eternity, or I’d rather say, it kills vows about eternity of love.

And it can be something that one can’t overcome. Some obstacles which can’t be destroyed. Then you’ll have to be merciless and consciously kill your love.

How nice it is living without someone’s voice and someone’s glance… And I even won’t make up my mind to mix sweet aroma of avocado and bitter aroma of a field cornflower.