Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Ramadan 23_The Falling

The falling of time
words transcend into air
and I care
never to become the past again

The falling of prayer
It's all a new chapter
of love for the one above
no more congestion of feelings

The falling of whispers
my heart knows its way
as  continue to pray
for days
creative of mystery and I say

Dear God
Forgive me
Really inspire me
and let me be the one I dream of
for happinness is wthin me
and forgiveness begins today

The falling of truth
I lose all the weight of lies
my mind is clear
and I will not fear anything but him

The falling of power
of the devils tower
when he comes back
he will never live here again

The falling of speed
for my life is a slow melody
of whatver God has in plan
I am a fan
of his divinity

The falling of me
the one with a heavy sin fee
and the rising of me
the one that was meant to be
the one that was meant to be free

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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' -