Thursday, March 15, 2012

untitled realisation

untitled realisation that i am on the wrong train doing the right thing
no matter what i do i will get to the wrong destination
and i will reach the wrong place
the place i dont want to be in
and i will say


but..... this is not what i bought?

and it will be said

but dont you remember .... you changed your direction a long time ago


untitled realisation that i am expecting that i deserve lower
why dont i think that i deserve higher/?

untitled realisation that i am the one he chose to be here today
and i am the hope he gave life to
and i am the hope he made muslim
and i am hte hope that faith got installed into
and i am the hope that is working

untitled realisation that i have been malfunctioning
unrepaird
broken down

i have been excarebated into believing there is ....nothing
but there is something
there is always something
there is always something

and there is something that i want more than anything more than anything

i want this something
that im going to get to fill my heart more and more each day
that i want to live for so i can die for each day
that i m going to smile for each moment
and that im going be in hope for each time

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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' -