Monday, March 16, 2009

Feelings


So... Much to pretend about, a few simple scenes in my life over the last couple of days, hours, Have utterly changed my mind, but can they change my life? I think about things, the spaces in time and how they move, maybe they are so interconnected we cannot even begin to imagine how destiny glues our imaginations, fates and moments in a one eventful memory, If I could, I would analyse the depth of thoughts each person had, figure out the meaning of the glow in their eyes, for beyond every eye is a million ideas, a million shadows and a million identities, I wish I could discover it all, every speckle of truth, every madness of lie, so I could make the real decision, but tell me, we are so superficial that scientifically our emotions only show 1 or 2 cells of surface that they mean, the rest is hidden, forbidden into the crucifixes of fear. And show me, our minds complicate relationships like a planet unknown so far is the distance of understanding a simple pleasure of peace... The light shines on my heart, but the reflection is somewhere ... someplace even I Cannot find...it goes where the sea of reality cannot flow, and therefore I am protected from traffic... delaying my happiness.

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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' -