for
‘As life fades…’
I’ve seen
an older face
through or
made of
lines
of gravity
with which
I am now
friends

this way
I surpass
just as
a psychic
tells and
embrace
the truth of
the self
beyond
the heavenly
and its
reverse
beyond
all that
persisting

polarity

Nah
we haven’t got adorning words
to describe which
cell memories awaken
by a lukewarm light
at nights
shaping these metallic lines
of a suggestion of
a temporarily
deserted  terrace
sticking out of
an apartment
storey of a
metropolis
Seagull

A shrill
Middling well
that just one star
Once
Horizontal
to my gaze
Piercing
Walls of
Futile
Dreams
Now

Once I was a pretty girl
Made of a big leaf
and a strong root
that grew to
fields of fruit
On each of my birthdays
I used to wear a dress
made of yellow flowers

I stayed so
Thinking to be
As strong but
Unable to walk
Like a tree
Or a tree
until
Until
I met he

He
who called me She
He a true
Human Being
He a true man
One of the strongest
Gentlest
Shiniest
Of its kind
dared to pluck
Me fully
Completely
For whom
I converted
From
A plant
To
As he says:
She

I walked the depths of
Mud hand in hand
With he
by which
my feet shaped
To toes
soft and pinky

He teach me
How to step
On the
Crystal shiny
Water smooth
Rocks
Rocks passaging
A delirious rush
Of dizzying fall
Only by the sound of
Such gobbly bubbly
turbulence
Sound of vertigo
He holds
My arm
Needles to ask
In sync fit time
He says
I help She
Because she is not
As strong as ….

Never using the word
Weak
Face of gentleness
With coal black
crystal
Shiny eyes
A smile like buddha
No he cannot hide
And no why would
He
When hide
İs only
İn my tongue

As he holds me
I feel light
Clearing my sight
As if on the moon
Defeating gravity
And voluntarily
Fully
Am
The She
For
He

In my terms
For Once  
enjoying
the Weak
Beautifully

Flying
By his strong palms
He who raised me to the
Blue of freest skies
Made of the joy of lovers
Brought me
to a cleanest Lagoons
A Queen's bath on another
Plane from where suns shine
Their brightest
to heal our worlds

And Lovers make love
As we walk hand in hand
Each of a stumble of mine
As if  a pure longing to touch
him longer
While i bathe ****
he politely looks the other side
And picks a blood red bloom
for me

Like a nature you used to be
And still are
A gift for you  
he says  by his light
Shining the purest
without any expectation

A Flower once gifted to Shiva
She and he now
Linga
She and he now
As all pray
to be a blessing of love
Maybe a dream
Maybe still here or there
Maybe the color of the sunset
on a new moon day
….

For he
He who warmed my heart today
He made of divine light
He who never will read my lines
Lines made of words
But for he
He who calls me She
He who I know
already Knows
He who
held my hand
once
on a new moon day.

a gypsy of changing face
says:
‘I know
you have been living
in this land
long
very very long
so will you please tell me
how long’

my first time !  I reply
just arrived - few days ago
all details in a flash...

But he ignores
and repeats
the same

Do I not really
understand
as I smile
and thank him politely?

Yes
It all sounds so holy
just like this cow
visiting
each and every
day
while I write
in the same cafe

Really! :) yes
yes
Can you imagine!? :)
She just comes to watch
oh No … not hungry
the owner says
as if everyone
knows but me
I explain
Jokingly

while I secretly wish
wish for what he says:

‘You have the same fire
of an indian woman
in your eyes
a woman that never dies
until she brings healing
Healing
and something more’
… he says

And I babble
babble on

He and I
On a thin line
Playing
A dangling
game of
Oh the silly me’s
questioning
as if s
reasoning
residues of
habits

so Maybe...
I say for the
last time
And forget

Forget
to only live
the thing
with him

unknowing

and I look up
to see

to see
the me
in his
fiery

but he

He is not even
looking

Me is
one point just
beyond  a holy

We - union of three

Inversed
to match
to a combined path
of the ever known

which
I used to call unknown
which now makes
me
mute alone

Enjoy yourself
All my teachers say
So I go to the beach
for a chat
during sunset
I meet a boy
His eyes as  if
from an epic
I know
The wind is what he truly plays
I watch him
change the shade
which now gently displays
along the corners of
the boulders made
of the diamond
of the sun to
perpetually shine
its’ brightest
through the corals
of the hazy mind
I cannot hear
what he says
but listen to see
more of his
enchanting face
and keep this
as a beautiful
memory
of romance
or a dream
delicately preserved
for times after sun sets.

Then I opened my eyes
how many years have I been a warrior as such
how many generations has passed through my lines
Unknowing
what is not important for my meditation
such questions of how many
just a reciprocal of the mundane worry
it was less than a moment
moment
as long as the age of universe
the warrior
they said
Then I opened my eyes
I opened my eyes and saw a tree I was
facing a warrior just
we melted into each other
becoming the core of material
knowingly
becoming one
lovingly
shall that stay
eternally
as my heart flows
towards I
I
just a tree
now.

It was
the grace
of a daisy
With 23
that teach me
on this blessed
new day
that it shall not matter
to start counting
from
I love you
or
I love me
The revealed is
One
and the same
Divine reason
only

I dated two robots yesterdays
Both were programmed to service me well
We did things
In the same
good old  
learned order
of doing things
And after sunset
we kissed
at the beach
With one -
our feet touching
With the other -
our view inviting
the rush of salty waves
Alas
Both robots could suddenly
not speak
One even bluffed
he had a virus in throat
AI intelligence?!
jaa ha ha
The other was hanging just with
With variations of
what do you feels
Tell me your fantasy s
‘Don't think
tell me whatever comes first’ s

And
I believe
And
I say
But
Mine is what he can't understand
His’ is
I think a drink on the beach
But unfortunately I don't drink
Using coconut biotica only
These days
Ahhahhaa
...
While they chatted so well!
Without any error of a word to spell!
…

I dated two robots yesterday
That sighed only to say
I can't believe I am holding yous
How much I missed yous
Hugging robots
Vibrating robots
Robots with small mouth and twister tongue
Ready to penetrate into mine at a slightest chance of an opening
A disguised disgust of my sincere failure
not towards the robot but myself
Hiding you still under my palate
from where the soma of your love drips
Now as if forcefully been replaced
to a taste of this preprogrammed chatalike

Have they lost their voice because of my best dress
or maybe the fantasy of the sandy bikini
which they will never see
in the dark wherein
Both hiding their face
But I see
By my loose body parts
Maybe a lookalike
But I ain't no robot

Oh my sandy bikini
Oh Chosen so carefully
To rejuvenate their fantasy
a different pattern for each-
yes. I do take care of that!
Stays now
as an Everly Brothers’ dream
In my mind only

But
My ‘okey ‘ is an ensuring
‘yes yes’ the Indian way
Of course
They did their best
Seriously
Thus
A big CHAPEAU
For the zest
That obviously still can break china hearts
I took it as a test
To get to know me better
Let me be broken through your dream
Let me cry and shake and perceive an angry cloudy color world
let my remains of china burst

I dated two robots yesterdays
while expecting for a man
Thankfully though
these are yesterdays
Today I met a true man
A gypsy
We will date sometime
Play tabla and darbuka
Drink dance and sing
And sleep
To salute the sun
early in the morning
At the beach