Thursday, December 6, 2007

Echoes in my mind_(what difference does it make?)


What difference does it make?
This generation has the fate of separation
The seas transform into years and equations unsolvable
Between the imaginations of our hearts and our souls impenetrable
The brightness of the future hides in despair
Machines of love broken beyond repair
Old to the fashion of passion
My trend is a foreign uniform
My eyes are encores to madness
My dreams are the realms of exposed conjugations between right and wrong, ability, eternity, beauty, I dream in my dreams of finding keys to stainless steel doors locked with broken images.
What difference does it make?
I study you in the chapter of my world
But fail in the exam of reaching out to your marking scheme of things
Religion V Modernity V Beauty V Country V Identity V Being alone in the cold romantic weather of Africa.
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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' -