Friday, September 21, 2007

Twinkling darkness

Your eyes leave me enter into a world I don't know -
Of lost spaces, galaxies and mysterious unknowns -
So special is the twinkling of your brown and your stare -
I imagine stories & stories of when I wasn't there
If I think of you all the time - is it that I need to? or want to
If you shine to be my direction - are you a star of my imagination
If you are so so far away in body, mind and heart from me - Is it really meant to be? -

A Heart with memories waking at dusk
To cry shimmering sadness through the dawn
A Heart with fears sleeping under the moon
As magic and Love fly over an enchanted lost Lagoon

If I dreamt that you don't leave me be - Would I wake up with eyes lost in memory
If I wanted to help you but you could never see
To tell you what you meant - would you understand what my words spelt

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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' -