Tuesday, October 2, 2007


Away from everything that I used to call mine
Away from the days my youth named fine
But most importantly, away from you, my one divine
I never told you, I never said
The worst mistake I ever could have made

Away from the peace that flew nourishingly in me
Away from the warmth that defrosted sadness over me
Away from the smiles that shook off my misery
Away from your love that I wanted for eternity
And into despair because I’m so far from you
And into nothing I’ve turned, because I’ve lost magic of you
Why did I fear? Why did I walk away?
Away from you when I needed to stay
A mistake – I don’t want to replay
From you I was forced to go away
Everyday – but I can't – not today
Today I watch the couples out my window
And I wish you were here to be around you
Today I pause wondering where you are
And are you looking at the same shining star
That reminds me of you

Awayalways wonder about you
I sigh hoping that it could be true
To have another reborn chance to try and find you .............
fruits fall from their trees
leaves turn amber from green
benches in the park stay empty
walkways and paths are dirty
gardens are queit and cold
streets are silent and dangerous
people forgetting the meaning of generous
communities are under threat
neighbours hating
families shattering
between them broken glass
everyone is taking
eyes are always faking
Relationships breaking
no-one is waking
hate and selfisheness collide

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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' -