Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Door 2: The promise

Door 2: The Promise
you should sav and continue
do not forget to aspire
to refresh
to freshen 
the dream

this time it has to be hard
it has to be real
it hasto be promising
it has to be unique
it hasto be mine


dont make yourself weak
or jealous
ormake others jealous
or do wrong
be smart
be healthy
be strong
be powerful
be you
be inert to sadness
be immune to tears
be lost in health of mind body and soul
remember
love is life is the beginning and the end
remember the promise
the promises
the ones new
the ones old
the ones forgotten
the ones taken
the ones stolen
the  ones broken
rewind them
save them and continue
 

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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' -