Wednesday, August 21, 2013

why play with spiders?

Why use your time in wasted play
instead of losing why dont you win to live and not play
why dont you stack your cards of joy and patience
why dont you count your stars shining for you in the sky
instead of using seconds and mintues that turn into hours
watch TV or garden some flowers
why do you insist to throw your life away
I dont understand why playing a spider is better
and makes you stay
against all odds
you try to prove apoint
that hearts spades sheerya and diamonds
should never meet
and separation of families is


but the truth is
differences are the best thing on earth
and the kindest opportunity to be happy and
the wildest proportions are the ones that dont match
and the best tries are the ones that are not similiar
and I ask myself

what do you find so enjoyable about playing spiders?
why dont you play guitar
or walk far
into goodness

1 comment:

Hilda said...

This is fantastic!

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' -