Monday, March 19, 2012

I pray that one day I have hope

I pray
that one day
I will feel this free

I pray that one day
I will look as wide as Ican
and Iwill see not just what i can touch
but what i can feel
and I will see the hope in the sky
and the stars that lay by
and the love that is mine

Ipray
that one day
I will
fall in love
with natures fall into true beauty
and honesty
and faith

I pray that one
day my faith looks amazing
and exceptional
and strong
and yet delicate

Ipray that my eyes will forgive me
like the way the colours and shades coexist undeniably and
empower a soft story

Ipray that one day
I am calm like the white water here
it has no fear
to wave it lost
I pray that one
day
there is no cost

and life will be free
just filled with a glow of a sunset dream




coming true 

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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' -