Tuesday, November 24, 2009

I never usually 33


As sunset fell and evening came

he had invited her to dinner and nothing would ever be the same

finding his heart through the sillhouette of the night

he made her dinner , and put chosen flowers and candle light

under a heaven of garden trees, over turkish yard of romantic history

... he placed dantelle interlaced with intensity of meaning


he was ready to say a lot of things

he was ready to become a new person

he didnt even know what he could do when she was near

but he wanted her here


Trying to make out how lovers really do work and the beauty of simplicity, thought and time intertwining with the magic of evidence and love, I wondered about their agonies but their kindness at the same time, I searched for the invitation to come - to their world, for this dinner party was precious and viscious with romance -

I ask god to help me and save me from myself

for i could become the third party in this festivity, yet I know I don't want that

I want to be invited to somewhere else, by someone else

amidst my loves and pains, new changes and inner weaknessess

I dont want to dull for a my own dinner party

I dont want to rust or dust

I want to create my own passions and fantasies

uknown ..even to myself


2 comments:

Precious said...

Shayfa al mosalsalat al turkeya di jananat alnas jinn! lol :)

Sudan Fairytale said...

yes precious but for me only asi - i love it so much - so so so much!

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' -