Memoirs of a Sudanese Breath: Single

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Single

Single one who thinks like this
Only one who thinks like this

Only one who stalls my mind
Only one who creates barriers

Single without feeling
Single without being

Blasphemy of self
Procrastination of letters

Single one who forgets
Single one who retires so early

89

In a year
How can I create 89?

Only one who has no hope
Only one called hope

Only one who loses faith
Single one who had faith

Single one who had faith
Only one who believed

Only one who woke
Single one who spoke

Only one who had creation
Single one who didn't care

Single one who cared about everything
Only one who was confused

Only one that broke
Single one that shattered

Single one always ith fears
Only one with this fear

Only one with fears
Single one today

Single one tomorrow
Single one yesterday

Only one who can't see the difference
Only one who like pain

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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' -