Sunday, October 12, 2008

Infatuation


(Listen to Christina Agueilara's - 'Infatuation' - Track 6, Stripped album)


My soul is lost in your symphony
And we dance to the rhythm of the night
I just can't fight - no hesitation
Pure infatuation with your tender lips as you touch my curved hips
Just made for you
Silence of my love beating so strongly inside me
If you need me – then I can't be anywhere but for you
If you want me then I will be your every desire
If you love me then that is enough for me to live with you forever
My infatuation with you is for eternity
Chemical imbalance you set through me
Blood soars like a flood of romance
My mind becomes breathless as my lungs become useless
Infatuation is my new need
Infatuation is my new bleed
Color that runs to paint lyrics and music that sound of you
You are my infatuation and that is enough to save me
That is enough to make me --------------------- an infatuated woman

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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' -