***

Bugün hava
Marta göre sıcak,
Mayısa göre soğuk
O halde bugün hava
Ne sıcak ne de soğuk

Giyinirsem üşümem,
Giyinmezsem üşürüm
Kişi giysisiz doğduğu halde
Giyinmek için yaratılmış
Ama
Kabansız terlerim
Çıkarırsam terim buz tutar

Kimse de demiyor
"Sen onu bunu bırak da
Şemsiyeni unutma
Her an yağmur yağabilir"

COMA

In our fairytale

Spiders fall from the sky

Instead of apples

While we’re sleeping

***

Her smile reminds me of

The wind that allows me to

Lose my balance

On the top of the abyss

***

The night envies

The ultimate darkness

That is formed when

Our shadows become one

***

If I add a bit of black to purple

The purple becomes darker

I realized the fact that

There are countless shades of purple

Between those two

While thinking of her

***

The ones who think

We are too much for this World

Are the ones who can’t see

That we are not even here

***

I deny the fact that

You are no longer yourself

When you homogenize

Is a law of science

***

The days I wanted to die

Because of sadness are

Left behind

ŞİİR

Şiir tek başınayken
Okunmazmış
Yanımda sen olmayınca
Yeterince yalnız
Olunmazmış
Sözcüklerin gizemleri
Senin tarafından kalbim
Okşanmayınca
Sonsuz olmaya yemin
Etmezmiş
Şaşıp kalıyorum

Eskiden de şiir yazardım
Yazardım yazmasına da
Yazma fikri böylesine
Hasta etmezdi beni
Öyle bir hastalık ki
İyileşmeyi dilersen ölüyormuşsun
Kuzgunlar söyledi

Nasıl bir illetse artık!
O kadar da şaşmıyorum

KOMA

Bizim masalımızda gökten
Elmalar yerine
Örümcekler düşer
Biz uyurken
***
Onun gülüşü bana
Uçurumun başındayken
Dengemi bozmaya yarayan
Rüzgarı hatırlatıyor
***
Kirlenmiş olmasam bile
Onun teniyle
Temizlenebilirim
***
Gölgelerimiz bir olunca
Oluşan zifiri karanlık
Geceyi kıskandırıyor
***
Herhangi bir mora
Biraz siyah katarsam
Daha koyu bir mor olur
Bu iki mor arasında
Sonsuz tane mor olduğunu
Onu düşünerek anladım
***
Bu dünyaya fazla olduğumuzu düşünenler
Dünyada olmadığımızı
Göremeyenlerdir
***
Homojenleştikçe
Kendini kaybetmenin
Bilimin bir yasası olduğunu
Reddediyorum
***
Sadece üzüntüden
Ölmek istediğim günler
Geride kaldı

THE PARADOX OF KNOWING

“Mittwoch”, which is “Wednesday”

Literally, means “middle of the week”

But no one knows that in fact

The middle of the week is

Thursday

Only I know

And that’s why I love

The pitiful Thursday

The reason why

The leaves fall is that

It’s a gift for the good people

By The Lord

To step on them and feel the delight

Only I know that

Fall is never beautiful

For bad people

The Devil has got many names

Lucifer, Beelzebub…

And the meanings behind these names…

Only I am aware of them

Knowing the meanings of the names

Of the Devil which is God’s creation

Should be some sort of worship

Only I see, perceive

And know

Your milky-white beauty

Also, knowing the divinity of milk

Is only destined to me

But…

Only “I” don’t know you

Sure, your beauty is a piece of you too

But the “you” remaining from your beauty

The eternity that I believe in…

Only believing and maybe

Only going to be able to believe

For the rest of my life

Fills my soul

With the emptiness

That is never poetic

Only I know

The doubt in believing

Doubts are scary, agonizing

And so ruthless that

It won’t even leave

Ashes behind me

Only I have learned it

Not knowing you even more

While learning about you

Is the most beautiful way of

Knowing

Oh the circle that makes me want to

Go round forever!

MILK

Glorious whiteness…

The whiteness which is felt

From so far away

Even though it’s unable to be seen

The whiteness that

Brings the mind to the

Peak of art

And then seals it

A pure white rainbow

For my soul that belongs to black

White is one, not seven

If you add

One drop of black to white

White is white no more

Isn’t black the same?

It can’t stand a single drop of white

Even though the existance of rainbow

I’m still black

Perfect whiteness…

When it’s near my black

Black is darker

White is lighter

With this pure white beauty of yours

I’ve found you in milk

I have no other choice

I might be a funny being

For the ones who can’t see

The divinity of milk

But every being except me

Have grown up with milk

And I’ve grown up with this and that…

One piece of me is always missing

But the time I find you

I’ll be more than one

I’m trying to taste the milk

But I can’t

Are you turning sugar into poison?

Or, am I too scared to touch?

Maybe because you’ll get stained

I’ve told you, remember?

When our pureness doesn’t get blurred

When we blend into each other

I will grow

We will grow

Being the most childish grown-ups

***

Glorious whiteness!

My dream, my reality

My deception, my awakening

The whiteness which makes me

Fall in love with dilemmas

The whiteness I avoided as a baby

Just to long for today

The whiteness who seals the mind

At the peak of art!

PSYCHIATRIST'S DEFENSE

Every morning when I wake up

-The mornings which I succeed waking up-

Or when I get out of the bed

To start the day

The green is on my mind

The same green for my needs

-Don’t know if I’m the child of nature or not-

When I didn’t know what was good for my illness

I was exposed to all shades of blue

I experienced pink, white and orange

I faced the most ruthless one of the

Society of needs

-The needs which were wrongly diagnosed-

Fake tantrums after the fear of

“I must’ve lost my mind”

Long live my yearning for green!

It taught me the beauty of

“I must’ve lost my mind”

-Maybe it was a bit too late-

Yes; the colors of my soul were black and purple

But the  “medicine” for the fake tantrums

Is a green path in the woods

The insanity that disables me to

Own an insane existence

-One is made up by the sane, the other is the real danger-

Is slowly walking away, even though it looks back at times

Because of the green miracle

That makes me become myself

***

My little green friend!

-Dozens of it fits into my palm-

I will show everyone

That you are a real friend

Instead of the devil

Who is trying to conquer my mind