Memoirs of a Sudanese Breath: With Colour

Friday, May 15, 2009

With Colour

True Blue

I pursue

Nothing but you

Gold Bold

Braking the cold

You're expensive I was told

Green clean

Falling i've been

since I was last seen

Yellow sorrow

If you're not mine tomorrow

Pain I borrow

Grey I may

what you say

Became my way

Red I dread

With passion I tread

And the road lust's dead

Brown I drown

A Queen's crown

Of feelings so down

Black is attack

Loving you is back

Through a shield with a crack

Pink Wink

I forget to think

Until I sink

White Fight

I just might

Fall in love with you right

Clear Dear

You are invisible I fear

Life is getting near

Silver I deliver

what you would consider

A tale of another - Power

Purple Capable

I am always able

And stable - without you

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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' -