Friday, February 24, 2012

searching for the missing sultanate 3

i.....am lost for words not as usual
usually i write a lot of words when im lost
therefore i am
not lost to write
rather i am
trying to find words

i have been searching for the missing sultanate a long time inside me
a long time
i know she's there that beautiful woman in side me who is strong beautfiul and religious cool and really is a hope to see
sometimes i came so close but then it would all runaway
and now here i am
25
and
going to try again
this time diffrently
this time correctly
this time succeedingly


I ....have less words strangely for a very important time
for a very important day
strangely i dont know whether i should write about the past or today the present
or the future
should i write about my feelings or my actions
my aims or my challenges or should i write ryhmyes about waves and sultanates

there is a b lock on my heart today
but it is to keep the drama ...out
today is a beautiful day
a new day
a happy day
a miraculous day
a day in my history
a day i have been given a present in .... life
it is a day where you can be pulled from normality and enjoy the unique day that is yours to be happy in
yours to be quiet in
strong in
today is a day where you can recollect your heart again for all the pieces come together
no matter what the break was the pieces come back together
and its up to yo to reunite them
to never let them go again

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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' -