Wednesday, November 30, 2011

just because of a sentence

NO it could never be like that
twisted conversations becoming normal
ordinary people making somehtin extra ordinary
broken words becoming a sentence
silent lips kissing each other
beautiful eyes meeting each other
different music meeting

YES it could never be like that
two random people becoming sensual
strangers channelling friendship
drawing a future together
one that looks like a beautiful picture
one that looks like a gallery portrait
no one else can finish that picture
because the lines are unique
the colours are rare
and the merging is charachteristic

NO it could never be like that
I smile at the possibility having been sad just a few moments ago Ive forgotten it  and that makes me smile more
I close my eyes and imagine.... His driving and me changing music
we're going home after a family party
and I looked beautiful because he was happy
and he's happy becasue I'm his

YES it could never be like that
but you know its strange
normally
I have a heart that beats by this time
and a memory that runs without brakes
and yet now I cant feel anything
i must be dead
I just .....I guess I have accepted the reality that there is dress coming up where it will be any colour but white.....

and now Ive forgotten my smile and am sad because I think
there will be a picture never drawn
never seen
never felt
and it will be lying somewhere the empty canvas
lying somewhere far away
lying there
waiting for us
empty.................
forever




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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' -