Monday, June 15, 2009

Strangely small


I feel sad, I feel so sad, lost within a bewilderment that should be easy to understand
Confused and tearful about my imagination, my personalisation of life ... so wrong
Sorry and weak because of my shadows
They follow me every where
Everyone has a pattern, a circumference of well being and strength
I do not know what embraces me, what focuses my time
I want to fantasise it’s you
I really do
But how can it be
When you ....do not know me
I do not know me
And trusting someone like that is ... without signature
It is unfair/ non profitable for you to sign – I understand that
I have lost a battle I have been fighting for, for so long
I wanted to win it for you, I always do
But when I look at other lovers romances
I am ... strangely small


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The secret of dishonesty is the chance to lose so many things
All for the sake of feeling
I ruin time, effort, minds and all I find
I ruin heaven and sweet earth
The meanings of well being shattered moment’s broken lies
They are all lies
I lie to me and them and me and them
I lie to my heart and body
AND tone
I lie to 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' -