Tuesday, March 22, 2011

the architect of my world_ Repairing the broken

I shrivel without your water supply

zamzam tastes of pure heaven

I Imagine the particles entering my shrivelled body

repairing the magnitude of destruction

of my own affliction

the lackof communication between cells


I miss your faithful light

that instant second when i laid eyes on you

and i could'nt fight

to remember or to feel anything

but being there.

I miss your calmness you are so still

everyone ischasingfor your light

they all fight for you to see

for you to see

me


I walked and walked

thinking about her walk

and her run

my life was no longer made for fun

I had a reason

for living

for being

for you to see

me


I want to be a part of you

and your dream

I want to be simple

and happy

idon'twnat to think of anything but you

every single part of me

misses you

every single part of me

needs you

I love you...

God


ihave been broken

from the inside out

I have been torn

ripped apart in shreds

I have been shattered

mislead and cracked

I have been shelled

by lies and I felt

betrayed

but the real reason

i have been broken

Is because I miss you




i have forgotten your place

the only place I can trace

myself

I have forgotten your rythym

I have forgotten your heart

the only place I can start

to repair the broken



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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' -