We both were late to the date because of rush traffic hours of Izmir.
I was the first one to reach the meeting point.
Wandering around and staring at people were only option at the time.
There were so many girls and couples in the street.
Everybody was passing through to reach somewhere, maybe to a date.

There were a few songsters on the street,
Some of them playing guitar while other one playing clarinet.
The beggers and little ******* were the terror source,
Beside the brochure dealers in Kibris Sehitleri.
Mobile life of the city was infront on me.
I was the observer, I was the flaneur among them.

Suddenly, I heard a voice calling me behind me.
My cutest friend ever, the source of joy was right there.
She was there to give me a huge hug to cheer me up.
A nice hug which was destined to warm my heart up.

I intended to be dull and silent at the beginning.
Until I drunk the beer and unlocked my mouth.
My depressive nature was the source of discomfort.
I know I have so many things to confront.
My best audience and my ******* talkative mouth.
My words were very complex,
They were sounding as if had been destined to be provoker.

My thoughts ruined my former thoughts.
I did not mean to give her a headache.
I intended to explain other me within me.
The complex dreams and emotions beside undefined thoughts,
They were trying to make me insane.

I was like a locked box in other locked boxes.
Sometimes my words were as pure as water,
Sometimes confusing as much as alcohol is.
Emotions were crystal clear but words not.

My stories and problems ruined the harmony,
But she was willing to listen to me as always.
As I told her, I intended not to say the truth.
The truth which slowly tears me, my heart.
Real meaning of hypocrisy I had written her in my poem,
It was just in front of her.
But she was not looking from the right side,
Like I refused to change perspective.



The nightmares I see every night,
Idea of losing her and her friendship.
And next to them there was my selfishness.
But it is suppressed by my cowardice.
The worst fear is to lose her suddenly, very early.

I will remember the day when we laid

Over green grasses while drinking

Cold and delicious lemonade with

My lovely, beautiful mate and friend.


Her tummy was the softest pillow

I had ever layed my head upon.

Big smile her face was nothing but

The most precious thing on earth.

The feeling I had was not earthly.

It was beyond all what I had felt.


Embracings she gave gave my wings,

Those wings were to make me fly

To somewhere where I had never been.

The smell of her hairs was like source of joy

Which I had been seeking for a long time.


The big, wet kiss I gave her on cheek

It was the most radical thing I could do,

But I know I tried to find my heaven on earth.

Even if it made me blushed for a while,

That was what my heart dreadfully wished.

A darkness comes to my room to visit my heart at the edge of the night.
With the arrival of it to me, my hopes and the stars disappear.
It is in my eyes, it is on the air I am breathing, it is on me.
While I am asleep to forget it all in my bed,
You are on the balcony to watch the sky with the hope of watching stars.

But the thing that you will find is the pure darkness on the sky.
The stars are lost in the chest of the dark night.
There is no clouds to hide them all nor is any other bright light.
It is of darkness like the time just before the dreams start.
Do you wonder where the stars are?

Just remember what I told you a few days ago!
The shiny water drops on your face were them, nothing else.
Your sadness and my madness came together.
While crying too much, you finished them all.
And my madness brought the darkness here to hide it all.

The Requiem For The Alive People From Dead People

You the ones walking under the light of sun,
Who live as if never die someday!
Do you think that you are God, immortal?
The creatures consisting of flesh and blood,
You do not know the spirit in you.

We are the ones whose faces are forgetten,
Whose voices are lost in silence of dark.
The cold land covers our skin,
Sweat fulls our lungs in deep graves,
While the sun makes your skin darker,
And you lie on the land which swallows us.

Once upon a time, we were more alive than you.
You think that the death is eternal dream, eternal sleep.
But we witness that it is not.
It is nothingness what you examine all the times.
There is no word and dream here.
Everything is quite simple, quite basic.

The religions you created and the heaven or hell you imagine,
We don’t know what they are, where they are.
The sins which you like to list,
The myths and imaginations of heaven you dreadfully wish,
We were lost when we had been looking for them.
Symbol of the divine, the LIGHT,
We don’t know what it is anymore, we can’t see it anymore.

Mothers and fathers and the rapers and murderers,
You are all the same, no difference between you.
You gave us the life, you took life from us.
The responsibles of our death and sufferings
Are just you, not any other person.
We never had a choice to select.

The birth of human is the death of the human.
Pleasure you take from *** and the sin,
For your happiness, we suffer.
And your God is not here to judge us.
Neither is the devil here.

We did not die when they stabbed us,
Or shot us from the heart.
The diseases could not **** us,
As you did by forgetting us.
By burying us to the chest of cold land.
We would have prefered to be ash,
To be able to be in the heart of nature.
Maybe we would have wandered around you,
As silent and invisible ghosts.
We would be kissing you from the cheek,
Touching your face, caring your hairs.
But these things are what you buried into the darkness.

You had no pity on us while burying us with shovel.
The grave stone became your chest where we had cried,
The roots and worms are our new friends,
And to us, they are closer than you were.
Our corpses were not only flesh but also emotions and regrets.
They were our stories, our memories.