Saturday, November 2, 2013

1435 and a modern thought

Now ...2 or 3 days,,,
Less now - so how about it - ANOTHER chance that God has given you
and itsa bittersweet chance
a secretive jewel
a hidden clock with more time found
a sweet sweet with no calories
a delicious chocolate when you reach that day
just imagine the perfect timing
a present today that you never imagined would come

a new year is coming at a new beginning and a last chance
so how about you get up from the rubble of yesterday and spider solitaire
and walk to the shower believing that you can come out clean by just one healthy prayer
and start dancing your mess away until you carve all your unintentional and blind sighted dark substitutions with fate
and start reminiscing of a Hope that was one a memory like a horse and wants a future like a peacock
velvety rare nature and king personality

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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' -