Friday, April 11, 2008

I feel like...


I feel like being morning

being enveloped by the dew of the colds answer on earth

freshness existing softly with no mistakes. Just nature


I feel like being rain

washing down my pain

and soaking in the mysteries of the heart

into a corner dropping underground forgotten tears


I feel like being silence

so I can think purely

my own thoughts - would not consume me

my fears would not absorb me

my drama would not kill me

with its loudness of darkness


I feel like being sweet perfume.. on the neck of a newborn

young days can still be counted on one hand

moments are still unripe

and my smell is innocent to touch


I feel like being a hope

for somebody to see

and someone to be

in knowledge that I am present

to give them a chance


I feel like being the most romantic melody

so I can lead lovers

into their right positions

of dance and devotion

so I can remind them of their connection

and let them show their true affection


I feel like being a good memory

for someone to cling onto on a bad day

when giving up is so close

and they've got feelings of remorse

they think of me and it will be alright

they will continue to fight


I feel like being a strong friendship

full of honesty and smiles

youth never dies

I would be on the street of happiness

walking all the time leading to the light


I feel like being a prayer

so praying would be in me

and I could inspire peoples love for kneeling

to the one above watching


I feel like being a new day

one that is here to stay

help in my way

never go away


I feel like being a tear

because sadness collects and is driven far

down the cheeks of misery and beyond the faintest star


I feel like being a chance

to start again

to begin when

I need to


I feel like being a wish

and coming true for eyes to glisten

and hands to fumble

and laughter to erupt!


I feel like being clean

in my heart and in my mind

in my days that find me

and my nights that hug me

and my clothes that shape me

and my moments that make me


I feel like being me.

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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' -