Saturday, August 30, 2008

Broken Petal...


I wonder when fate will attack

Will I wish time back

Give me a way to begin new memories

Give me a day to wake with happy stories

Rhymes singing with a chorus of fantasies

That should come true with magnificence


A broken petal in my hand

Its beauty wilted under my command

Torn between Life and death

It was very beautiful, filled with health

Shining natural wealth

Blending into the horizons of my soul

It took out emotional colours to show it to the world

But blackened did the serenity of its bloom

And weakened did the meanings that once zoomed

Through lenses of focus, metaphors and sense

The sweetest petal that was soft but strong and never TENSE


I whisper my pain to the navy night, ask the stars to give me light

My silence agonises my fever of love

What is it that I desire?

who is it that I need to explore?

Explorations of a lifetime of suprises

I drown in hope of finding out the truth

But secrets gush like a broken artery full of falling blood

and I feel faint to the lies.... to the magnificent wrong.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

last few days our group held a similar talk on this topic and you illustrate something we have not covered yet, appreciate that.

- Laura

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' -