Sunday, January 28, 2018

the next day

theres a time when memories become dreams and dreams become reality
a time when love escapes and fantasies come into play
things happen and glorious lights are lit
people dance and sing and jump and everyone just looks perfect
everyone at that moment is the perfect version of themselves
crisp clean, fresh beauty, wondrous armor of preparation and relatives seem to enjoy each other
every last bit of it
everyone is in love

for just a few hours that you never want to end
but the reality of perfection is that it has to end
the finale is reality that tomorrow begins a new day where everyone scatters in life
people go home
to work
to travel
people scatter and only the best in their heart remains

so whats the best in your heart>
?
where have you been?

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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' -