Friday, June 1, 2012

I dream of....

I dream of white satin and roses try
to blend in harmony and not cry
I dream of shimmers of sandal and wood
I dream in your eyes I am understood

I dream of pearls glistening closeto midnight
I dream in your hands i am the love you never want to fight
I dream of overlaps of threads and delicate armoury
after shave and whistful sanctionary
in your song with me

I dream of chaos that calms
I dream of madness that reasons
I dream of weakness that strenghtens
I dream of a love that is hard to beat

I dream of you
i dream of me
and nobody
in between
ever

I dream of white
 Idream of black
I dream of a love that nothing can attack

I dream of me
 idream of you
 I dream of us being simple but true

I dream of a  future with you by my side
handsome soldier
i never forget you
you aer my unforgotten tide

rythym of my heart calls me to bleed
for your memory that needs
me to remember
all you are
and all i am with you

all I am
and all you are with me

I dream of white or gold garden lamps
I cant decide
I dreams of henna hands matching
that cant divide
i dream of two souls meeting
that were meant to collide

I dream of a powerful love
like powerful marks
or a powerful song
like a powerful statment
or even a powerful end
 I always dream big
but I never chase it to the end


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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' -