Thursday, March 27, 2008

Mysterious dancer


Mysterious dancer

Living her life

Trembling her ubsurd footsteps

to the beat of her dreams

to the soul of her motion

Street dancer

Walking junctions

Spiralling into the light

of the dawn harbor

of the city armor

Magical twists

To the light of the night

Fantasy rythmical

With her thoughts

This is what she wants

Sweet dancer

Asking for an eye

of spirit on her jump

Someone to catch her

So she doesnt fall

into the darkness of the winter

and let the snow whiten her

Only with a second chance to thaw

After the hardship melts

Mysterious dancer

Climbing to the top

Never wants to stop

Will not give up

Until she becomes whatever dancer that is in her heart

She will start from where she begins

Enchantment in her tries

Strength as she collides

With masters of failure

Never succumbing to failure

Mysterious stranger

To danger - THis dancer

Will not be threatened

From Life

This dancer

Will suceed

In whatever she dances

And she will present a magnificent show

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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' -