Birkaç Kelam

En asil son,
Konuşamamak iken vedalarda.
Soru işaretleri takıldı,
Hem sana, hem bana.

Son bir nefes,
Seninkinden çektiğim.
Son bir heves,
Biter diye ümidim.

Gülümserken karşılıklı,
Gözyaşlarının yerinde.
İnanmamak varmış,
Sonu asılsız, bu hikayeye.

Bir ateş de sen et.
Nasılsa, zırhım olur zaman.
Bir yudum da sen al,
Ve bize kalsın birkaç kelam.

Synoptic

More and more,
Our need comes again.
Sooner or after,
I will leave,
Once more as a friend.
'No talk' is what we have,
To commit a crime.
A road is what we miss,
To have a story line.
I wonder when
Our color was black.
You and I ,
Nothing special to pack.
Them to us ,
Not a fair prospect.

Mendacious Closure

Once, as we call the ultimate prime,
The one that is named, to be a crime.
Visions pretended, not to be seen,
Hopes with wishes, for them to be a dream.

A smile to give,a gate to open.
One key to unlock,for someone,not often
Steps heading backwards,with the fear to live,
No one knows, what is right to give.

The cry to relief, which you need to deserve.
The decisions to make, right on a curve .
True stories to tell, false actions to pretend
This is the last step, the start of the end.

My Delusion

The happening with no relation,
With the most certain answers,
Which don't come that  often.
Hopes to the attached relaxation,
With  one question,
Answered by an inherent resolution.
The calls to make ,
With no voice as an action.
There comes the time,
Which we name, the valediction.
As the biggest flight to take
Inertia ,in some way the justification
Once more I name this case,
My intimate delusion.

Duru

Su döküldü şişeden ,
Eğdi yalnızlığı
Kurtardığını düşünürken herkesten,
Üç kere çevirdi kolu,
Ve bekledi ,uykuya giden yolu
Bu diyarda yıldızlar vardı,
Herkese özel olabilecek.
Bu hava kime yarardı,
Ve kime güzel görünecek.

Öte

Bilmiyorum dedi alaycı kuş
Ne seni biliyorum
Ne seni sen yapanı
Gitme dedi ince bir ses
Ne yolu biliyorum
Ne yolda karşına çıkacak olanı
Durdum cevap verdim
Bilmesine gerek yoktu zaten
Ne ben biliyordum olacak olanı
Ne bilmek istiyordum
Benden bir adım öte olanı

Restfully

The wind is enough to send
The weather is enough to charm
But every questioning,
Every re-call
Answered as a  search,
To find a way
Which isn't that far.

A song could be sang
A pigeon could be send
My potter is to state
the fact
Which isn't  certain to stand

One step ahead,
Is where to question. Why?
One thing most winiest,
Happens ,
where you stop
for a while.

Regret

We will meet again
As we havent said
Our eyes will close
But not on the same bed
The birds we whisper
should swich sometime
How are you mister
I see you committing a crime
Wrong for me
But  true for all
I cant regret
You were the one afterall
I can't regret
It was what I thought
For only a while.

Something bittersweet

Düşünüp bulamayınca,
Benim kasabam kaçış.
Duymak istemediğim seslerle ,
Çok açık bir yarış.

Yapamayınca boşa giden,
Uğraş.
Şimdi elinde olsun der,
Bana kolayca ulaş.

Mutluluk ,
Ütopyamızda hissettiğimiz.
Ya da her yerde,
Ama içten içe, gizlediğimiz.

Çok yalan derler, gülümseme
Yüzünü buruşturup
Uzakta,beş parmağını görmeden,
Biraz önce.

Sen yağmur çiselerken git
Hala anlamadan hangimizin üstünde bulut.
Sen hoşçakal demeden git,
Hala bilmeden hangimizde umut.

Kuru Düş

Uzunca bir yol, uzaktan düz,
Yakından virajlıymış .
Iki yandan toplamış saçları,
Dalgalanmış koştukça.
Gülmüş çok ,
Sırıtmış ayrık ön düşleriyle.
Yediği vişnenin rengi dudağında.
Yeşil karşılamış onu ,
Sarmış her yanını .
Salıncak sanmış rüzgarı ,
Bırakmış sallasın diye.
Ileri gittiğini sanmış her estiğinde ,
Sonra bilmiş ama ta geri geldiğini .
Değişen birşey yokmuş ,
Ya da sadece zamanmış geçen .
Saçları gene topluymuş iki yandan ,
Dudakları hala vişne .

Pure Crimson

Wine my dear ,
İs something not to drink alone.
Wine my dear ,
Quarrels if you just take a taste.
So drink my dear ,
Drink enough untill you leave.

Wine my dear ,
Is what you wan't to be .
The thing my dear ,
You want to be  what you fear ,
And wine my dear,
İs something what you really fear .

The Voice of a Circumstance

You no longer exsist said the man
Like it was his desicion
I am not the same person
I said to myself
Like it was an observation
When ever I rejected to think
It was me digressing more and more

I sleep said the little lady
I sleep to live a fantasy
Still don't know
Why didin't the old man let me

Rain was the thing I hate
Didin't know it was the main reason
for the flowers to exist
I stopped asking why
Why is it sunny but yet still cold
Am I so young or is my heart too old.

Çok açıktır ki bugünün katı kuralları, anlayışın var olduğu zamanlarda yapılan hataların ürünüdür.

Internal

Talking
Should be thought about twice.
As a reason ,
Silence may be an awkward slice.

Predictions come,
Where ever you want to escape.
Maybe life should give you ,
Some time to take.

Tomorrows don't deserve to be worried,
It should be memorized,
The worse is known to be where ,
It is burried.

Tense Quiet

Wait for the spotlights ,
Until they shine you.
Be misterious until they find you.
Don't wait for it to be too late
Closely you will find,
The one inside you.

Write a letter to someone who will never read.
You will know soon what I really mean.
It isn't always something about you.
Maybe it really is the world over against you.

Seçenek/İhtimal :Öss mantığını oturt +check

Sonunu bilerek başlamak diye bir şey yok aslında, her şeyi bilemiyoruz bilsek de uygulayamıyoruz. Sonunu da bu sebeple düşünmemek gerek, önceki var olan  ihtimallerin pişmanlığını yaşamamak için. 

Beklentiler, en iyi  durumları  vaad edileni gerçekleştirmeleri olduğu için  olmamalı belki de, geri kalan tüm seçenekler hayal kırıklıkları olduğu için. 

At the time you are in deep pain always say to yourself ; something really good will happen . Mostly something will but if something worse happens , this time your old situation will become better and you will have the chance to be happy for it.

Can be counted as an unrealistic writing but this doesn't avert us to be inspired.

You can't be counted as a winner unless you don't achieve your own goals.

What happened to the tree at only one day

An observation about the tree which I had a chance to view from my bolcony. All winter; it was a brush, there was no sign of life at all. But when spring came it poped up a huge amount of lovely white spring flowers which had no leaves, this happened at only one day. It gave me the influence that the flowers were gonna be there till summer and after the tree would turn in to a brush again. But nope ; after I viewed this sight of seen for a week the tree had green leaves everywhere on it .

Again at only one day ? :)

I found myself looking to the dust

As I thought it was sand.

Was I old as a crow

Or was it you, that made me be.

I looked to the sky again ,

To see the coming.

The wind whispered to my ear,

Like it told me a secret .

I thought it was a clue

And I saw it really was.

Sometimes I ask myself,

Did it have to be .

Some people live fast to wait others at the station.

Things happen to people. The thing is people don't always get the fact that there isin't always a reason. Happiness can be discontinious.During the breaks it isin't the best to ask 'Why'. Because nothing is all up to you and nothing can be, even if you pick being lonely. You can't escape from the public someday you will need someone to ask which bus to take. Everything can't go right , it would be meaningless.

But in the end it is your choice to be happy or not.

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