Friday, March 1, 2013

M & A 8 ....Shall I

Shall I become the everlasting one
Shall I give you girls and sons
Shall I be so romantic until you shiver
Until I finish and you quiver
Shall I write words never written
thinking of your lips and my skin bitten
Shall I tempt you into forever
Until I scream and you deliver
Shall I linger over you until you breathe
or do you want me to come and tease
Shall I continue until you melt
until you have what youve never felt
Shall I touch the deepest part of you
until you feel that my deepest is true
Shall I travel where we want to go
 Alone across oceans so we begin slow
Shall we create our own flow
Shall I be with you so I show
You
How much you make me glow

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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' -