Over time, people become alienated from their favorite part We have horse racing rushes, inexhaustible. The things we postponed, our dreams, the dreams we put into the dowry chest; He always looks sad, you know, we have goals that we set and break like a puzzle. I'm thinking of tethering the waist of the hour and minute hands. To seal their mouths. Our sock ripping runs. Even if there are some ones that will be crowned on their heads, the middle is mixed, the end is not yes.…
Crying is not enough, to be human, for sentimentality, for love and affection What happens if people don't cry? Perhaps the answer would be, “What if the baby doesn't cry!” No living thing grows, the land becomes a desert, a desolation. Where he laments, he cultivates conscience and mercy. People hide their crying, because they are shamed. They even say that I never cry. Can a person who does not cry be human? Can it survive? Never… Crying, conscience, mercy, love,…
A Love Story From The Winter Months That Warms My Heart He slowly reached his seat. He took the shawl from her chair over her shoulders. A darkening from the past appeared before his eyes and he began to feel cold. He rubbed his hands and wrapped his shawl once more. The cold did not go away. He glanced at the clock on the wall. The minutes seemed lost in the well of time. As the darkness drew near, a young girl of seventeen appeared. It should be chirpy, as if; He seemed…
I want to touch it with my words with the tips of my fingers I am waiting for the rains of hope again this season. I held the waist of my bare words in the tik tok of the night, Some innocent and timid Broken pearls on someone's neck. As he walked to the execution bench, the tears that stayed between his eyelashes came to mind; In fact, we were not so worthless, you made an appetizer for your joy in every fire. You turned the rains of hope to ash. Now tell me, my love; my…
I give up within the framework of self-respect and love I'm on the downside. I am the isotope of love, my hair and my choices, which are loaded with loyalty that I knit with the season and dreams. A painful love, maybe mine, while the whirling dervishes are hidden in my heart, the cries of the day and the old songs and the forgotten women and memories in a corner. An expression of everything I praise. Some call out after someone: You did well. Even though I stay away from…
My words that perished in the extra-judicial execution, I take my humanity to the higher court I'm hitting your dreams. Even if it's not enough, their sighs. Give to the painful season as much as you want. You add the love in your veins to your sadness and turn it over to your face, climb the walls of your life where you take shelter in the sky and your silence, sleep all your dreams with your breath, every day when your heart that is considered mismatched is brewed, hug…
I was the only one when there were thousands of flowers blooming in my heart Did I really vouch for your huge love? Was I just a voice calling incessantly in the evenings with feelings inside, and I was abandoned as if I had never existed until I faded and faded. Words were the translators of my dreams: smothered shy smiles that I planted in the back garden of love. Sometimes I was a bird: relentlessly bouncing. It was not a lie that I covered my grief with the curtain that…
I am the muralist of love, which I compiled from my free dreams Long syllables are hidden in the air. The weather pattern is neither winter nor autumn. The endowed secrets of a sad night when I sewed pillows from words whose anatomy was shattered by a departure. I am the muralist of love, like a road I compiled from free dreams. You are my emulation. You are the one I killed. You are my orphanage and you are the summary of your life: my anger at the sun is recorded in the…
It's obvious that I'm a dream you took out of Your eyes It's obvious that I'm a dream you took out of your eyes I'm gone. People don't see me. I'm navigating between them. I say something, they don't answer, they think my voice comes from another range. I have disappeared and they are hiding, there are thousands of cages in them! They don't care about my place, my time or my life. The love they don't know in my heart has become a wall to their blind eyes. Unfortunately,…
Those beautiful eras that I savor every era are no more Even though it's called the month of separation, I think it's a bit exaggerated. Could this not have been said, perhaps, by looking at the nostalgic and emotional moments of years ago? Could be, of course. Today's technology has also killed the separations. In the past, separations caused an intense accumulation of longing, but today it does not give the same result, the same pleasure. The beautiful photos that seem…
Pain makes me realize I'm meeting myself and being alone The day that is said to be never visited will come and go. I always stay, and the one who cries will go when the time comes. Whoever makes up his mind to go, goes. While going, neither obstacles nor mountains listen. They don't care about those who will cry or be sad behind them. When he leaves, he neither regrets what he left behind, nor thinks of his loved ones. He closed many of his channels and kept his channel…
Like my name, my temperament is incompatible with each other My dreams are exhausted by the delusional existence of those flamingos. A life that fits into a sequence is actually the groan of the past hidden in the balance of my life, which corresponds to two centuries. I keep watch at the beginning of the line. I am far away from life and I am consoled by my loneliness, I am a systematic collapse and sigh. I have possessive attachments that ignite, and I bid farewell to the…
In order not to be alone, we go through some internal stages Loneliness changes from pen to pen, idea to idea, and there are those who call it a dark concept. The one who thinks we are enlightened. I think it depends on the person. Sometimes solitude is the garden of peace, sometimes it is the ship of sadness coming over four walls. Loneliness teaches man everything, because he is a social being, he thinks deeply. He cannot break his bond with other people. It feeds on…
In life, I should be peaceful, without delaying myself, by producing happiness When I saw you for the first time, you had a "warm" smile. You were smiling at me as if you were saying "love me" in a naughty but sweet child manner. While shaking hands with a sweet hello, your hands were wet and cold with sweat, I think you were very excited that day and that's why your hands were so cold. Besides, I didn't know that those cold hands would warm my heart so much, you never knew…
There's smoke of my fire on me that I rain down as a poem What dream are you crying out for, and in what breeze is your hijra hidden? You are the few moments of the season that I bid farewell to, you are a flower that I open to death every time I feel cold, and your miserable existence is the meaning of life every time I love. I'm attracted to your smile, I'm not one of those people who play three monkeys with the universe and my desolation between my fingers. My inner voice…
It's not enough for me to live without sound Let it be a smile hidden in the depths, where colors emerge, the love that captivates my heart, giving it to the shadows full of envy. From the universe while wishing for a reasonable sun in every season. Happiness is hidden even in every sadness. The lucky number is thirteen. Even though my color is sad and pale, my dreams are running on a high mountain, and every smile I order from the dream market is delivered to my address. I…
I felt the frosts of my love in your innocent heart I'm drilled into dreams! Don't close your eyes; I'm afraid of the dark Horsemen lose their way, my longing The homing pigeons don't come back to my country I flow into the desolation like mournful streams Don't close your eyes; I'm afraid of the dark. My wish is also love. My Lord, I shed tears all around me and I love myself to the fullest, so that my smiles may rain mercy on the barren land of the season I planted. Words…
I lived without changing, forgetting the past and the present Life passes, years pass through your life. They say among the people, life passes. It will pass, but something will not pass you by. It's your habit, it doesn't go away, you can't give up. Sometimes your stuff is your life that you couldn't fit in a book, or your half that you left somewhere.. You either stayed in the place where you left it, or you left it somewhere. After? The one who leaves goes, the rest…
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