sourceWhen the eyes are open, my body is on someone else's body. When the eyes are closed, some people persuade me When the eyes are open, I talk to people like a mad person When the eyes are closed, the tears fall and do not stay away, even if I want them to fall, I close my eyes

sourceThat is why, Words do not come by themselves, Somewhere inside, An unwanted pressure on fluidity is exerted, And words get employed, For some good oppositions of lifeFor some such oppositions, Rejecting which, Is rejecting those bees, Who collect sweetness from the whole world, And bite as the last option of life, Because they bite for the first and the last time, Because after biting the bees die, And when we accuse them of being biting, They are dying, And from their hives, The sweetness of the whole world is dripping

sourceThe younger brother is worried about his future, He is mischievous in the same way, as in that picture, but it seems as if his mischievousness has become artificial now, as if that mischievousness has not come from within him, He stands there covering his mischievousness, and is unable to hide it, When he does this, he seems very wise to me, It seems as if he has suddenly grown up and I am younger than him, But in that picture, That old house still exists, Just as alive, The lie of today, The truth of memories that keeps poking again and again, There is a strange restlessness, in that picture

sourceA void has descended on the smiling faces of my aunt and me in that photo It seems, This picture which was silent for years, Now can speak after her death, Maybe she speaks, And the picture remains silent, After dying aunt has found this new way, Her still smiling face can now say something, For years it has been locked in this old album, Never thought that it will say anything and I will look at it for a long time, Stopping at the same place in the album again and again, Where I and she are laughing carefree

sourceWith a flat and level top, That mountain, Doesn't look like a mountain but like a huge mound, Just like that, When we are unable to cry, And start losing our top, We don't even know, When our snout, raised towards the sky with hopes and enthusiasm, Gets rubbed off and becomes flat

sourceYou are a bright morning, surrounded by fog You are a shining star, standing in a flock You are a serpent of death, lying in a box, You have the open sky You are afraid to spread your wingsYou are afraid that there will be a rebellion, you are dying with this thought This young generation has hope from you Along with you, you are frightening them with fear