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Apr 18 · 15
Bus Stop
Burak Balkaya Apr 18
My eyes were fixed beyond the door,

At that moment,

Somewhere, curses filled the air—

Or a flower was picked, with tender care,

To be given, gently, elsewhere.


At that moment,

all the clocks stopped inside.

My heart pumped the flow with all its force.

It felt like waters were flooding in,

I drifted into a dream.



At that moment,

to explain it would take hours.

And now, if I tried to write it down,

it always feels like a different story.

A few enormous seconds

would never fit into all the words.



At that moment,

I heard something break.

A child was surely born.

Someone heard they were loved.

Someone ran to what they’d lost.

And I—

I just stood still.



The clouds spilled memory.

A message fell from the sky.

Time passed in a gentle drizzle.

The trams had made way for me,

I, myself—

but I stood

at the stop,

Still as a thought

And standing still.



–12–
Burak Balkaya Mar 24
With tiles falling into your hair,

The same sun fragments fluttering in my eyes,

A crumb of cocoa biscuit in my hand,

Melted chocolate lingering on my lips



I gather words from equations,

Filled them with handfuls of rhyme,

Sprinkled some refrain, as you can see,

Then steamed it all, just now, in a pressure ***.


When feelings tore apart piece by piece

Escaping from the nirvana of steam,

I licked the drops clinging to the lid

With the bit of lip I had left,

******* them gently from my fingers.



Then noon came pouring gently

As oat flour rained down from the sky,

The bread in the oven turned darker

And the crumbs —

They smiled.
Dec 2024 · 32
About Space
Burak Balkaya Dec 2024
Towards a blue full moon,
While journeying,
I suddenly evaporated.
Though the night was cold,
And space
Was driving me crazy
With its silence.
And then, all at once,
Suddenly—

You stirred.
I woke up.
The night was still trembling,
And you were warm.
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Dec 2024 · 36
Cosmos
Burak Balkaya Dec 2024
So many colors, oh so much...
When I lean on my pillow, I see
A feast emerges from the cosmos
Perhaps the most delicate tone of melody

Not just for myself,
But to multiply and share
I feel the urge to cherish this moment
To strive and continue, the futile effort of being human

Notes are streaming in from the window
Time has passed beyond belief
Colors seeking refuge flood all around me
I understand that you have arrived
My eyes slowly close, nothing left to punish in my chest
It's time to turn back time,
With the remaining notes of the delicate tone
Back to the cosmos once again
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Notes and color tones have always inspired me during long nights. The cosmos and night are the best places for me to appreciate their balance and harmony.
Dec 2024 · 150
Shadows
Burak Balkaya Dec 2024
Do you recognize me?
I leaned on walls so cold and bare,
When winds arose, with silent despair,
I dimmed, like a flicker lost in the air.

I am darkness,
A shadow cast, solitude’s guise,
A tenant within, where the heart lies,
Perhaps a lover, or tears in your eyes.

But how did you catch my gaze?
Was it a fleeting, stolen phase?
The seconds I linger, unseen each day,
Clinging to life in twilight’s array.

Or did you look but fail to see,
The whispering void that’s part of me?

Each night, I waltz with shadows unseen,
As footsteps scatter through autumn’s sheen,
Lives diverge behind glass and frame,
Each window murmurs a different name.

I am myself, unbroken, unchanged,
A silent echo through time’s exchange.
Watching you dream through your window’s light,
A quiet figure that grows with the night,
Dwelling deep within your soul’s cityscape,
A ghost of this life, with no escape.
A translation of an old one from long time ago
Nov 2024 · 982
The Obsession
Burak Balkaya Nov 2024
One day while strolling on the snow,
Following the murmuring flakes below,
My breath caught and I felt it then,
Caught in your eyes, and can't breathe again.

— The End —