I want a donut.
Mmm doughnuts:
Which I don’t usually eat,
Which I don’t normally crave ,
But early this morning,
perhaps due to the chilly
weather,
I suddenly felt like
tasting the unique
maple flavour
of donuts
washed down with a
piping hot cup
of strong
fresh-brewed
black coffee.
But it shall remain a
fleeting craving
because I know
that
after consummation
regret inevitably
ensues.
unpegged
unbound
unlocked
unchained
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-
-
-
no questions
no answers
no questioning
no answering
-
-
-
-
simply being
enjoying the moment
embracing
joy
emanating
peaceful
light,
bathing in
love.
Your smile
warms me
like the sun
that breaks
through grey skies
on a cloudy day
Your voice is
light
as it resonates
through somber walls
and they too
seem to dance to
your music
Your eyes
Obsidian
Truth seekers
Float through
time
and always
return
with the true
Essence
of the moment.
My son.
My true self.
My rock.
How odd
that my dreams
take me
to unrecognizbale places
and I find
Myself
a Stranger in
dreams
of my own
creation.
Replace a bad habit
with a good one
Myself says to Meself.
Meself carries her pitchfork
around
stoking the bonfires
in her Conscience
Myself walks in
fretful figure eights
and thinks about random
numbers;
Meself has become like a wet sweater
hanging out on the line
taking shape out of the air.
Myself lays wreaths of
sage and rosemary
at the bottom of the steps
of Conscience
and turns around.
Nothing is the same today.
Eating parsley is good for
contemplation
rumination
and making peace with
Meself.
English translation of Poem 20 by Neruda
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Escribir, por ejemplo: “La noche está estrellada,
y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos.”
El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.
En las noches como esta la tuve entre mis brazos.
La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.
Ella me quiso, a veces yo también la quería.
Cómo no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos.
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido.
Oir la noche inmensa, más inmensa sin ella.
Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío.
Qué importa que mi amor no pudiera guardarla.
La noche esta estrellada y ella no está conmigo.
Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos.
Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.
Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca.
Mi corazón la busca, y ella no está conmigo.
La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos árboles.
Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos.
Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero cuánto la quise.
Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oído.
De otro. Será de otro. Como antes de mis besos.
Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos.
Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.
Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.
Porque en noches como esta la tuve entre mis brazos,
mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.
Aunque este sea el ultimo dolor que ella me causa,
y estos sean los ultimos versos que yo le escribo.
Afsordegi افسردگی by Ali Abdolrezaei
English translation below of Afsordegi افسردگی by Ali Abdolrezaei
If I stood on the edge of a cliff and shouted out over into the canyons, would my voice roll like thunder and crack their Magnificence? If I whispered mantras, repeated them endlessly, mouthing them against the wind, would it carry them over the craggy faces of canyons, and etch them into time?
I hurt for so many reasons and the pain strains the Harpsichord to the point of breaking. Yet I choose to remain steadfast as the canyon walls: wind-battered, wind-shaped, wind-fast.
I cannot protect you from the daggers Life throws at you, no matter how many times I stand between them and you. If you are the target, you need to embrace Life and pick at Fear until it stands naked and exposed. I would gladly take the daggers instead of you, and I have so often, but just as you stood up the first time as an infant and took your first steps, you need to strive for Balance and Challenge your youthful heart the way it needs to be.
I find solace in silence and in contemplation. I recall pockets of time in which I achieved Balance and Harmony, and touched the ephemeral flames of unmasked Passion. I recognize that not all relationships are whole, and neither do I completely unite the ends of the Circles in the essential relationships in my life. Instead, I am in endless intertwining loops with many other Circles and we all connect to the greater Orb.
I am expected to give Love yet often feel so bereft of inspiration and drive. Little words of encouragement like raindrops, lift the drooping leaves of the unwatered plant. I become alive again.
If I stood on the edge, and shouted, then whispered, what would I say?
I can’t believe I’ve been blogging for seven years now. I don’t write as much as before but then again there are only a handful of blogs left from that time as most people have quit or migrated to other platforms.
I want to thank all the wonderful Boudoir readers for making blogging an enjoyable experience. I appreciate all of you in all your guises and your backgrounds. If readers could take a bird’s-eye view of the others on this blog, they would be fascinated like I always am by the diversity of the people who read and interact from time to time. It has really been a pleasure and an eye opener to interact with you all and I hope that if anything, this blog will be a platform for more understanding and a cultural bridge between people who would normally never meet in ordinary circumstances.
Happy New Year to each and every one of you.
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
Madison Square Garden can seat 20,000 people for a concert. This blog was viewed about 66,000 times in 2011. If it were a concert at Madison Square Garden, it would take about 3 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.
He said: “My Kuwaiti wife and I divorced so that our children could get Kuwaiti citizenship. Now after the kids have become Kuwaiti, I want to remarry my wife but she won’t have me! She says she is happier without me. Now what do I do? Who will iron my clothes? And don’t I qualify for Kuwaiti citizenship too?”
She told us the story of a beautiful woman. An older woman who took care of herself and looked good. Looking good was defined as having an attractive body, dressing well, and undergoing all possible cosmetic beauty treatments to preserve the remnants of youth.
She repeated to us several times about her hair how beautiful it was and so long, she said pointing to the middle of her back. She took care to get hair extensions. At this point all I could think about was how uncomfortable that might feel.
Her husband just bought her a spanking new red sports car. Whenever he sensed she was in need of an uplift, he asked her if she wanted to travel and he sent her off with her family or friends for a change of scenery.
When she was unhappy with the household staff, he immediately set things right and replaced them with new workers.
She told us he was the ideal husband in all ways that a woman might want. But one.
He hasn’t come close to her in years. He hasn’t touched her or said a loving word to her in ages. They were like brother and sister with no display of any affection. She said she has tried to seduce him with her manner and the way she dressed but it didn’t move him one bit.
So the women discussed this at length. Why after all these years does a man lose interest in his wife? Some of the women said he must have a mistress or another wife. No man can be so devoid of any interest in the opposite sex for years. Others said no, he was probably just tired and older and had lost interest. Others said that he must have seen something in his wife that turned him off for good but he was just too nice to break up a long-term relationship and had no interest in starting a new one.
Both people lonely and unable to communicate to each other their loneliness.
AbdulSamad Dashti - Candidate representing Kuwaiti Christians
AbdulSamad Dashti says he wants to run for Kuwaiti parliament in the coming elections. He is running to represent Kuwaiti Christians who came to this country 150 years ago.
On a lighter seasonal note, Twitter user depicts Santa joining Kuwaiti buddies for some Machboos.
On another note, I found a cute photo on Twitter depicting Santa stopping by Kuwait for some machboos.
As I walked down the street in the freezing cold, I heard the sweet voices of a little choir of four blind people. It wasn’t raining yet, but it felt like the weather was about to change its mind. The wind chill dropped the temperature of the street 10 more degrees, but the blind people spread warmth inside everyone who passed by them. They never asked for money, they never stopped jollying.. they just sang.. sang away every gray feeling you would have on a cold December day. I looked at my watch. I wanted to stand and listen more to the sweet little things that make you feel good about your life – strangers, yet spreading so much love and joy. I had to keep on moving though to get to my fiancée at the corner patisserie.
This is a Guest post by TheDon
Thank you 
More miscellanea.
Łódź is the third largest city in Poland and its name means “boat”. Jacob Brownowski was from Łódź.
Te Horo is in New Zealand and in the Maori language it means “landslide”. It is also the location of Talking Horses, the Horse Whisperer.
Aschaffenburg is a Bavarian city in northwest Germany. Alois Alzheimer the psychiatrist and neuropathologist lived in Aschaffenburg. Alzheimer’s disease is named after him.
For some reason I always associated diamonds with South Africa but Surat in India is known as the diamond capital of the world with 92% of world’s diamonds cut and polished there (link)
Kasauli is a town in Himachal Pradesh, India. Ruskin Bond, an Anglo-Indian writer is from Kasauli.The Sensualist sounds like an interesting read.
According to the Telegraph, the toy store Hamleys has changed its toy signs amid allegations of sexism.
From the Telegraph
Pashto song performed by Zeek Afridi
Bibi shereni zere gulay
rabandee waaa chawa sor shal jora lasoona bibi sherini
bibi shereni zere gulay
rabandee waaa chawa sor shal jora lasoona bibi sherini
Yaa medee zaan na sara zaan ka
Yaa mee soor shal kaa
aw che de proot po zolfo yama bibi sherini
Bibi shereni zere gulay
rabandee waaa chawa sor shal jora lasoona bibi sherini
Raaza che de zrono jawari kro La ba zabele
ow ya ba zra bilam mayana bibi shereni
Bibi shereni zere gulay
rabandee waaa chawa sor shal jora lasoona bibi sherini
Janan zma laka mashom dai
mata po yaw khabara sal qasama khorena bibi sherini
Bibi shereni zere gulay
rabandee waaa chawa sor shal jora lasoona bibi sherini
Janana somra po ma gran yee
Che ta rawan yee Ow za de shmeram kadamona bibi sherini
Bibi shereni zere gulay
rabandee waaa chawa sor shal jora lasoona bibi sherini
Bibi shereni zere gulay
rabandee waaa chawa sor shal jora lasoona bibi sherini
