Thursday, September 20, 2007

I'll be

I'll be your eyes that will guide you in days of sorrow.................................

I'll be your cover in times of dark shadows
I'll be your undying strength when you feel weak
I’ll be your strongest voice when you cannot speak
I'll be your words when there’s nothing to say
I'll be the ray of light to shine your way
When I pray – I’ll constantly ask for your strength
When I pray – I’ll forever beg for your health
I want to be the kind key to turn in your heart
I want to be the warmth so your cold will depart
I wish for happiness to hold you closer
I wish for waves of Joy to bring you nearer
Let me be an answer if things cannot get clearer
Let me be your thoughts that would leave you heal
Let me be a smile to change how you feel
If I could show you what I want to give

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What it is...

I see Life like a rose in the ice... beautiful but with cold settings - There are so many incredible things out there - but we always need to fight and perservere against the hardships too... otherwise the cold will win ... and we will wither away.

My imagination has led me to believe in something called 'Sudan Fairytale' -
The fantasy that My country will one day be independant and proud, never selfsish to provide its people with its needs, give freedom and success to all, be forever committed to achieve a prosperous inhabitance to every Sudanese in their own country-

My eyes fail me and I see the truth which I call - 'Khartoum Heartbreak' - This is a theme running through the blog under the 'Khartoum Heartbreak' Poems and whatever else about Sudan conveying broken down love, poor streets and cut off electricity along with a lot of other decays and problems in Khartoum city Life.

But I love my country and so I have no choice but to merge the Pain and the Love as one.

Faith is my heart and I could never do without it hoping in my prayers that I can be someone better always and that God forgives me as I fall in Mistakes through that frozen path of Life...

Sometimes I feel under control with all the too many emotions that run to colour my days and nights - Books, movies, music, dreams, friends, family, strangers, travel, - reality - the 10 O' Clock news -Most of the time I'm very Lost in trying to understand - whatever happens becomes tangled into writing this confusing memoir -

It's a really odd combination of air - not sure whether it is refreshing or suffocating - stabilising or maddening - But I breathe and
so it is
'Memoirs of a Sudanese breath' as I am 'Lost but under control' -