Thursday, July 12, 2012

Ramadan...Tide swept or Anchor?1

I've
let the world suddenly pass me by
you see this is what i do
choke when i succedd, when get near and when can see alight i throw dirt over it

I've lost success
even though i had it
here I am
waiting for answer I knw I dont deserve
what i deserve is
better


here i am waiting for a result i know will NOT come like this


I need time?
I need a push?


How pathetic

how pathetic
my drive is gone
my checking in with reality
my understanding of hope

who are you


HOPE?


Ramadan is coming and this year as usual as anything else will I be swept wit hthe tide?

or will i become the anchor

this is my Ramadan entries

TIDE swept or Anchor 
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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' -