Sunday, January 22, 2012

my ring, my faith

ya allah
ihave lost you
I cannot remember you
my passion for you has withered
my passion for you has dissappeared
ya allah my love for you has been eliminated out of the game

Ya allah I miss you
I want you back
like a beautiful relationship lost
I am the discoverer I have lst it all having an affair with some other desire

Ya allah I realise you are the only one i need
I am so selfish now
I have done so wrong
but I just want you now

Y a allah I am here
see me
I do not deserve to even speak your name
to even be your servant
to even have this diamond of faith I am still wearing

but it is not longer shining
my beautiful ring
it once used to shine my way
and give me direction in the darkest of hours
and now
I look at it and it is lifeless
dull just a block of stone

my ring, my faith , i have it but i cannot see it
i cannot elaborate on it

I am embarrassed ya allah
i am so far away ya allah
i am the one who has just seen the signpost
hell - arrow - this way -
and i havecontinued walking


and now another sign post
hell - arrow - this way - getting closer

I am the woman looking at the signpost in the middle of a dry desert thirsty and chained , bleeding and tired looking at this sign looking at my black ring of dull faith
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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' -