Monday, October 1, 2007


I wish one chance
So I could show you all my hidden romance -
But more so
If I could just tell you
That I want what’s best for you

Remnants of summer
They fight for heat lost
A battle not to feel the cold
Remember the shadows of brightness
Falling gently on their skies
The taste of peace calling from within
They hold their memories like holidays in pictures
A time when they were covered by the sun
Moments that are now, all gone

Breaking in despair their hopes and dreams
The flight takes them to their screams
Determined to be strong for each other
But deep inside they are no longer together

Abnormal to love you the way I do
To love writing about you all the time
To think of you so many times in the day and to leave you be everything I want
Addicted without reason
Addicted without cause
The stars spelled out your name
Addicted without you; they say it's ill and not true. Unhealthy, scary, unfairly - I am addicted to you.

Where my heart has been
I can't hide the marks
Drive my defences
Down by my fall
Crash the surface
Do U know you're leavin them all over my heart

Take this leap of fate
I'll never know
About you

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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' -