Saturday, September 21, 2013

Unhealthy September 1

Speak out f or the woman lost in time
now a misery but once divine
like khadija and Ibrahim episode 39
red satin smoothly translates everything unknown
you dont need any language to feel the power of their affair
a healthy....affair
after days and hard measures to write beautiful letters
and the fear itwould never be
how ? could royalty meet the best violin player a t the time?

and yet, they met in a closed room thousands of years ago
in love and without knowledge of the future
except that at that moment

nothing could go wrong

speak out for hope the woman who loved but didnt know the future
couldnt possible have thought she would be in a position of tumbling strength
like pillars falling
castles disintegrating
palaces rotting
and kingdoms dying

like hope 


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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' -