Friday, February 22, 2008

a song in my motorway of dreams


broken heart, where do i start
a bridge interconnected
feelings intersected with you
i couldnt describe how i felt
with the shadow of reality blocking me
i couldnt tell you your tune
singing in my dreams
was the voice of my internal rythym
that with i deepened with hope -
that love meant your eyes shining beyond the horizons of my wants
finishing each others days
when they get too hard
well....

i love you, and i dont know you
listening to all these fantasies that want to come out
and remind me of the pain - billboarded over the motor way
a huge poster of cries that i lost my chance to find you
it gleams advertising soul - you are here - i am there
but through a silenced moment i believe that i can free us
the exclusive target runs in me and swishes all my senses argumentatively to really think i should ask you
just ask you
but i must drive on - i have a destination of a scar
clogging my soul after diminishing life in my heart
a scar that will be a memory
a bleeding history
humming madness
the lullaby of tears
i refuse to stop you
i love you
and when i will come to know you
i will know its you
it has to be you
it will be you
and i wont have to say anything about anything
just live into your eyes
just
just live...............

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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' -