O life! Unnecessary turn away, peace with me now. Was my youth the sad face of a high school girl who forgot to laugh in photos? My life has faded, laugh now. However, like yesterday, I carried sky rivers out of my mouth. I dress in love and run to people.
Who suddenly ruined my days?
I could not find a suitable mask for my face. I did not have a medal of shame, I could wear it at ceremonies. They expelled me from a council of evil. From this it grew up in the dark absences decorated with suicide. That's why I took refuge in the secretive nights that showed their cruelty at the most unexpected moments. But they never sold me, they never betrayed me like some women, some men.
Here I started aging in the mornings that I survived the difficult nights. In order not to leave a frustration to the last days of my youth
I created new consolations, new hopes. I rescued myself from a strangeness that stems from the curve of a love. Then I cut myself piece by piece so that I can fit into the backpack of every good. And I didn't carry the disappointments of the same books after those nights with anyone.
There are no illusions, illusions.
I always migrated like a rain that no one has heard of. Every meeting was a bad copy of what I left. Every stranger was an image of my acquaintance in a cursed mirror. Every sound was an echo of what I had heard before. However, I thought everything started all over again. I thought that friendship and love and the cruelty they offered on their behalf ended with their masked farewells.
There are no illusions, illusions. I was a man with a heart in the middle .. They exaggerated whatever I said. I cast a shadow on me, the concerns of each city. Ashes from every fire in my hands. My obedience betrayed itself. They expected a miracle from me, they wandered it on water. I cast a shadow on me the fears of every defeat. These scars from treacherous attacks. The illusions and illusions are not over. I was a man with a heart in the middle .. They immediately understood my disobedience. They divided my meat piece by piece. They even stole from the pain that fell to my share. They left a cold rage in my heart. They left black words in my days.
Time has passed - Poetry
Years, years, seasons have followed the seasons and disappeared.
Buildings increased and people decreased, I know familiar.
Married, born, grown up.
So when did all this change happen?
Am I changing too?
Am I a guest on the sidelines in a boat?
I guess I'm even less than that.
Time was indifferent.
I'm not aware, but all these changes mean I'm going?
Maybe.
I trust my Lord.
The purity we lost, heaven wait, I hope.
Time has left everything and gone.
He went his own way, in his own way.
They left; full of deep, tearful scars.
Those who make an irresistible call.
Time pulled aside, weeded out, us.
Whatever I attempt to jump into now, it's being late.
Time wants me to be quiet, I understand.
It is futile to beat and struggle these days.
Time has left permanent marks, inside you are gone.
Starry sky, how familiar.
I am not dying to share.
I notched the loyalty softly.
Secondary meanings left when and output.
The world has changed.
The place has changed.
Stays have changed.
The going has changed.
While there is so much negativity, while people cannot even find a hospital to recover, even the vaccine is made according to categories… What are you leaders, this rage? What could be the meaning of your existence or the world if human beings do not live? Otherwise, where do you find the power that is confident and ready to build or plan the future?
Humanity needs love, love and hope. Neither dying, nor hearing news, nor scenarios that will sow evil.
My inner war will not end!
Relationships that end without becoming halal leave behind inflaming memories. Wounded consciousnesses, wishes, sighs, regrets remain. Crime is distributed to everyone in the arena of truth. Insomnia is now the gift of remorse with us. And everybody knows now that stars don't fall in the garden where the flower of betrayal grows The moonlight does not fill the house of those who sleep another love in their bosom every night. Everyone knows that there are so many things left behind that cannot be forgiven.
My youth was a looted story. Otherwise, such marauders would not be together. I wouldn't be surrounded by rascals, sycophants and tyrants. It must be a place that gets better as you forget the old. Streets, houses and people should not bleed. My youth was a looted story. Are my cities in quarantine only? Is it only mine, my innocent crowds lost? From which corridor will you reach the main part of the mirror, how will this black magic end?
O life! I have paid enough price. Don't forget me in this nook.
O life! I liked my mother tongue very much. Don't leave me in this story.
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