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Bahrain's Sectarian Challenge in The International Crisis Group
Bahrain: the royals rule in Le Monde Diplomatique
Royal Flush in The Wall Street Journal
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Happy Birthday, Bahrania. Did you write this one? Cheer up!
Happy Birthday!A better place to be...Writing free verseunburdened of rhymesTrue, true, so trueWords must be weighedAnd never be countedOne of my fav quotes is this:"I believe that if I should die, and you were to walk near my grave, from the very depths of the earth I would hear your footsteps."
looolSume: who said its my birthday??!! its a song by the band Texas, i couldn't get it out of my head yesterday.Hawkeyes: i like the quote, and on this morose note, I can add to the theme with the following text message i received:When I am dead my dearest, sing no sad songs for mePlant no roses at my head, nor shady cypress treeBe the green grass above me, with rain and dewdrops wetAnd if you will, rememberAnd if you will, forget……
If its Texas then on this evidence their song writing comes down to copying and pasting the lyrics of the equally bland Everything But the Girl.Either way with these quotes the post comes across as highly camp. Sort it out.
Shoot, I saw it at Strav's blog. Was he talking about Bahrain's National Day? LOL, oops!
Scorpio, You have no romance in your soul. I see you as middle aged, balding and over-weigh.Hey Bahrania, Since my mood matches yours today, heres a favourite of mine. Of course, it loses something in the translation.In the wasteland of solitude, my love, quiver shadows of your voice, illusions of your lips.In the wasteland of solitude, from the dusts of partingSprout jasmines and roses of your presenceFrom somewhere close by, rises the warmth of your breathand in its own aroma smolders, slowly, bit by bit.Far-off, across the horizon, drop by glistening dropFalls the dew of your beguiling glance. With such overwhelming love, O my love, your memory has placed its hand on my heart's cheek,that it looks as if (though it's still the dawn of the adieu) the sun of parting has set; the night of union has come.And a last one, which also shows you how to deal with such a mood :-)That sigh from the heartHas not the importance of a straw,Although it can causeA crack in the sun.That magic is of no availFor the fulfilment of one's desires,That magic by which The boat floats on the mirage.Ghalib, I have for some timeGiven up drinking wine; I drink onlyWhen it is a cloudy day, Or a moonlit night.Changaize
It is "Everything But the Girl", an excellent band. I like Texas as well, Sharlene Spiterri is so up my street, but hearing her speak will shatter the illusions of her songs, with her brogue Glasguigian accent.Good on ye Bahrania, you actually have taste!
I don't like english music much, I don't find much depth or meaning in them, but there are a few songs, like the one by Everything But the Girl, that I used to listen to as a kid. I don't know where I got Texas from, all I could find was this small sample online:Like the Deserts miss the rainChangaiz, since we're in a soppy mood, I dedicate this soppy love ballad Sade-No Ordinary Love
Thanks Chiangaze, that's a great guess - wrong on all counts. EBTG and Texas are even more evil than Dido. Music for people to listen to in damp bedsits with a handy supply of razorblades and Sylvia Plath poems beside them. How about tying the whole lot of them - plus their obligatory coffee tables - to a lead weight and chucking them from a helicopter into the nearest sea. Chaingaze, Bahrania, if we can agree on that then I don't see why we can't all be friends.
Scorpio, I dont think we've reached that stage of desperation yet- no, not of jumping out of the helicopter, but being your friend :)
Changaize, good to know there are other Faiz and Ghalib lovers around! It's funny cos I was just about to start writing something for my own blog about ghazal, and specifically Ghalib.Anyhows, how about this one by Nasir Kazmi:Drink down the days' bitterness as well, with a laugh NasirFor Nature has also placed some pleasure in enduring painپى جا ایام کى تلخى کو بهى هس که ناصرغم کو سهنے میں بهى قدرت نے مزه رکها هے
Oh and here's one from Ghalib to continue the morbid theme in the poem posted by Bahrania above:Since upon having died, I became notorious/disgraced-- why was I not drowned/immersed in the river?Neither would a funeral procession ever have been formed, nor would there anywhere be a tombہوئے مر کے ہم جو رسوا ہوئے کیوں نہ غرقِ دریانہ کبھی جنازہ اٹھتا نہ کہیں مزار ہوتا
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