Saturday, February 11, 2012

Title 67


Lonely man is the one without faith, is the one without patience, virtue honesty, truth and bravery Lonely man is the one I can see and hear for in my dreams I only pierce imagination that is bullied into existence lacking in all dimensions and unique courage - i never dream about starvation of kind, about intensity of mind, about equality in love about hardship and nearness of death and power all combined to meet a long long time away - I never dream about escape Lonely man is the one that does not escape from troubled pasts and meaningless journeys into time - lonely man is the one who lives for this world who jsut wants employment of a lost valley just because of a little water......... I title - do not ask for a lonely man ever die better but then are you not a lonely woman filled trepidation to live happy to live without influence of devil and weak soul? are you not the lonliest of women there can be? how then can u sak for the man that is ....... yours
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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' -