Wednesday, January 18, 2012

a sudanese drama......in real life (POW)

I see a dream in a picture I want to recall
the place the memory but I stumble and fall
for I am an intruder into a place I desire
for I can only imagine their love is like fire


I do not know I do not know
but I do see henna flowers bouncing on a new page
I see magnified cells of  dantella waving new margins
I feel a touch beginning a new story
 Isee gardens of romance cornering the dancefloor

he holds her near and she hold him nearer
she stares into his eyes and he stares into hers farther
he brings her close and she brings him closer
she smiles today but he smiles wider

I see a dream in a picture I used to dream
forever and ever I intrude in a foreign trip
and I slip always
by an illusion of destiny

like his beautiful black and her beautiful white
like his zoom into love
and his flash into care
and his clp of eternity
and his change of colour to drive the unknown
into discovery.........



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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' -