Friday, December 6, 2013

3 metres long

somewhere along the banks of the Nile there sits a woman who had fate with a Jasmine- she ran her sowing machine until she made her a 3 metres long dress - beautiful
I know it will be beautiful but will it be .... inspired by a new princess and a faithful heart? will it be flattered by simplicity and draping in elegance - choice from long ago and melting in true honor and dedication to love and wonder that life is great and romantic.. yes its romantic
a little bit of beyonce
a spark of marylin
a mesmerising art of asi - the woman of horse and soft eyes
a blend of keyvek - infinite with black silk hair
a tremble of huyam - the woman that changed a king , tempting to the core until you cannot do anything but want her
a whisk of khadeega , innocent and in love
a portion of maryam - glistening faith and confidence -   I will not let you down
 and a whole of hope - the woman who cannot be anything but desire to be amazing
and accepted in heaven - and there is no comparison
except that extravagance is not in anything but the holder of a pure heart
extravagance is not in anything but the smart mind
extravagance is in everything in you and yet you always ponder in its invisibility
and never question the reason why youre alive without its lamps
shining like you had light all over your body - from doing the right thing
you always love engulfing in the differences between those stubborn, lost and arrogant
are you not arrogant? always fishing out your blessings like they were the punishments on others
like only you deserve their touch
like only you know how to deal with them

( to be continued)...

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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' -