Thursday, September 15, 2016

Indian jasmine

Theres something calm about a chaotic house
When u cant hear but only your troubles
And the whispers of damaged things
When you cant understand why you dont fit in 
Or why they dont like you
Although honestly you do love them
Admire them 
And love going to them
But they probably only dont like you
And theyve never come visit
I wish maybe upon too good a things
Like very good things
I dont even know i deaerve
And if i open my heart there are only wild untamed flowers in there
And dry leaves and maybe a soren of help 
And turmoil
For i am the bad manager of my life
And i am the dissapointment of myself
I am the angey of my sorrow
And the pain of my disasters
I am my own never after
And whenever i go to the angels that dont like me i think
Maybe im just the devil i cannot see
And because of their pureness they can
My insecurities fall and tumble in their garden and my shame i sip in their orange
Today i felt worse
Like they didnt even ask me how i was
And that my mum was a poor cook
I know im exxagurating
But i really am not my emotions
I always feel simply... Broken when i go
Like i have no goodness
Like i have no emotion
Like i have no life or worse that what i like what i want and what i feel they will always hate 
They will laugh at my judgement always 
And they will laugh at my stupid choices
For they hate indian jasmine trees
And i .... Dont
And theyll never come visit me out of the soulfullness of their love for me but i ... Will
And theyll never want to have anything to do with me but i ... Always will i guess
Cuz im weak 
Like ill never wake up for subuh or ill never finish stuff i need and ill never ever be the womqn i truly want to become
And now here i am ridiculing myself
Trying to open myself bare and its just too sore
Trying to open myself to know and its just too wild
Who am i really? Where have i come from and where am i going? 
Do i really deserve all these good things
Or dont i? 

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' -