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.