Monday, November 5, 2007

I'm falling for you

Blazing romantic heat
Rupturing volcanoes of desire
Your ways call on my needs
To increase their demand for you
Nature's strength -
I'm falling for you

Erupting treasures surround me
Opened by the key that is your voice
Weightless ground invites me -
I'm falling for you

Endless smooth ripples play at my feet
Droplets of emotion meet my lips
The rain of your paradise -
Wetting my body with deeply absorbed feelings

I'm falling for you
Heaven has been away for long
The warmth in your eyes is too valuably strong
The sweet discovery of a vast oasis -
To experience the taste of what you could give
So have mercy on me -

Take me in your arms
And let the horizons sunrise perform for me
That's wake me in the morning
And be my goodnight
Cover me from worry and be my shade of delight

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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' -