Arlanda International Airport

Written: 2005,Stockholm

ﺍﹺﺱ ﻃﺮﺡ ﮨﮯ ﻛﮯ
ﮨﺮ ﺍﻙ ﻣﺴﺎﻓﺮ ﻛﻮﺋﯽ 'ﺧﻴﺎﻝ' ﮨﻮ ﺟﻴﺴﮯ
ﻣﺒﺘﻼ ﺍﭘﻨﯽ ﺩﺭﻳﻮﺯﻩ ﮔﺮﯼ ﻣﻴﮟ ﺷﺎﻳﺪ
ﮨﺮ ﺍﹺﻙ ﻟﻤﺤﻪ ﻛﻮﺋﯽ ﮔﻴﺖ ﺑﻨﺎ ﺟﺎﺗﺎ ﮬﻮ
ﺍﻭﺭ ﺟﮩﺎﺫ 'ﺁﺭﺯﻭﮞ' ﻛﮯ
ﺭﺍﻩ ﺗﻜﮯ ﺟﺎﺗﮯ ﮨﻮﮞ
ﺍﹺﻥ ﺩﺭﻳﻮﺯﻩ ﮔﺮﻭﮞ ﻛﯽ
ﺍﭘﻨﯽ ﻣﻨﻄﻖ ﻣﻴﮟ ﻣﺤﺒﺖ ﰷ ﺳﮩﺎﺭﺍ ﺑﻨﺘﮯ

ﺍﹺﻥ ﺳﺐ ﺧﻴﺎﻟﻮﮞ ﺳﮯ ﺩﻭﺭ
ﺍﹺﻙ ﺗﻨﮩﺎ ﻣﹹﺴﺎﻓﺮ ﺍﻚ ﺍﺩﮬﻮﺭﺍ ﺧﻴﺎﻝ
ﻭﻗﺖ ﻛﻮ ﮔﺎﺗﺎ
ﺍﹸﻣﻴﺪ ﻛﯽ ﺍﹺﻣﻴﺪ ﻣﻴﮟ ﮔﻢ
ﺍﻭﺭ ﭘﮭﺮ ﺍﻣﻴﺪ
ﻛﺴﯽ ﺷﺐ ﮨﺠﺮﺍﮞ ﻛﯽ ﻃﺮﺡ
ﺁﻛﮯ ﻣﻠﮯ 'ﺻﺒﺢﹺ ﻭﻗﺖ' ﺳﮯ

'ﺻﺒﺢﹺ ﻭﻗﺖ' ﺟﻮ 'ﻭﻗﺖﹻﺼﺒﺢ' ﺳﮯ ﮬﻮ ﻛﮩﻴﮟ ﺯﻳﺎﺩﻩ ﺣﺴﻴﮟ
ﺍﻭﺭ ﺍﻙ ﺍﹺﻣﻴﺪ ﺑﮭﺮﯼ ﺁﻭﺍﺯ
ﺁﺭﺯﻭ ﻣﮯ ﮔﺎﺗﮯ ﺧﻴﺎﻝ ﻛﻮ
ﮨﻮﻟﮯ ﺳﮯ ﻛﮩﮯ
"Good morning, welcome to the plane Sir!
ﺩﻝ ﻛﮩﮯ
ﻭﻗﺖ ﻳﮩﻴﮟ ﺭﻙ ﺟﺎﺋﮯ
ﺍﹸﻣﻴﺪ ﻛﮭﻴﮟ ﻛﮭﻮ ﺟﺎﺋﮯ
ﺍﻭﺭ ﭼﺎﮨﮯ ﺩﻭ ﭘﻞ ﻛﻮ ﺳﮩﯽ
ﺟﺎﻡﹻﺨﻮﺷﯽ ﮬﻮ ﺟﺎﺋﮯ

What does it matter!

Written: Turkey,2007

What does it matter!
You too big, you cannot see me
Or
I too small, like an unknown star

What does it matter!
Finding beauty in you
Or
Believing beauty to be you

What does it matter!
Questioning the existence of God
Or
Finding reasons to follow reasons

What does it matter!
Seeing "ESKI" in you ( ESKI is name of a child, Also ESGI in Turkish mean old)
Or
Seeing you in "ESKI"

What does it matter!
I live , or die
Stay or Go
Happy or Sad
With or without
Becoming you has taken me
Beyond these worldly matters
Of whats and nots....................

A butterfly dream

Written: Turkey, 2007

All the gods are thinking together
How to give her a butterfly dream

A butterfly is born in Turkey
All she do is serving roses
All she think is helping roses
No wish to see what lies ahead her
No wish to serve the roses inside her

All the gods are thinking together
How to give her a butterfly dream

All brothers and no sister
She learned the way, the ussual way
The easy way, the prohibited way
A butterfly dream, she cannot see
A butterfly dream , she needs to see
She has the strength
She has the will
Bull all she know is serving roses
All she know is helping roses

All the gods are thinking together
How to give her a butterfly dream

The god of Winds, he start speaking
My winds can take her
To the end of the world
So she could see the colors of earth
The desert trees, the island people
The green sky, the red water

The god of Land, shows his anger
Don’t let her know, the worries outside
The sadness of world
She cannot take
"The luxury of grief"
She cannot enjoy
Let her live, where she is
And let her dream, the smaller things

All the gods are thinking together
How to give her a butterfly dream

The god of love, then started slowly
Let me give her, the dreams of love
So she wakes inside, when she sleeps
And dreams to be greater then gods
With every sleep
She creates a world
With every world
She borns again
With every life
She falls in love
With every love
She becomes a plant
With every plant,
She creates roses
And see them grow
Grow and grow
Let me give her both fire and water
Let us maker her grow beyond us

What happened next
She "gone with the wind"
Or stayed at home
Or flown in love
Nobody knows
Is only known by the god of Time
And the god of time
Is silent like ever.........

Desire imprisoned

Written:2005,Stockholm central station

ﺯﻧﺪﮔﯽ ﻛﯽ ﻗﻴﺪ ﻣﻴﮟ 'ﺧﻮﺍﮨﺶ'
ﻛﺴﯽ ﺑﮭﻮﻟﯽ ﮬﻮﺋﯽ ﺩﮬﻦ ﻛﻮ ﺩﮬﻮﻧﮉﻧﮯ ﻛﯽ ﻃﺮﺡ
ﺧﻮﺩ ﻛﻮ ﮈﮬﻮﻧﮉﺗﯽ ﮬﮯ
ﺯﻧﺪﮔﯽ ﻛﮯ ﻃﻮﻳﻞ ﻗﻴﺪﺧﺎﻧﮯ ﻣﻴﮟ

'ﺳﻮﭺ' ﻛﮯ ﺗﮭﻜﮯ ﭘﻴﺮ'
ﭼﻠﺘﮯ ﭼﻠﺘﮯ ﺗﮭﻚ ﻛﺮ
ﺭﻛﻨﮯ ﻛﯽ ﺑﮭﻴﻚ ﻣﺎﻧﮕﺘﮯ ﮨﻴﮟ
ﻣﮕﺮ 'ﺧﻮﺍﮨﺶ'
ﻣﮕﺮ ﺧﻮﺍﮨﺶ ﺑﮭﯽ ﻛﻴﺎ ﻛﺮﮮ
ﺟﺐ 'ﮭﻮﺵ' ﰷ ﰷﻻ ﺩﻳﻮ
ﺍﭘﻨﮯ ﮨﺎﺗﮭﻮﮞ ﻣﻴﮟ
ﻳﺎﺩ ﺳﮯ ﺑﮭﻴﮕﺎ ﮨﻨﭩﺮ ﻟﻴﺌﮯ
ﻭﻗﺖ ﻛﮯ ﮔﺰﺭﻧﮯ ﰷ ﺍﺣﺴﺎﺱ ﺩﻻﺗﺎ ﮨﻮ
ﺍﻭﺭ ﻛﮍﻭﯼ ﰷﻓﯽ ﻛﮯ ﭼﻮﺗﮭﮯ ﻛﭗ ﺳﮯ ﺑﮭﯽ
ﺗﻤﮩﺎﺭﮮ ﻣﻴﺮﮮ ﺑﻴﭻ
ﺻﺮﻑ ﺍﻳﻚ ﺯﻧﺪﮔﯽ ﰷ ﻓﺎﺻﻠﻪ
ﺧﺘﻢ ﮨﻮﺗﺎ ﻧﻈﺮ ﻧﻪ ﺁﺗﺎ ﮨﻮ

Desire

Written: 2002, PK

'Desire', like a horse losing a race
runs long till the end
on the race track of 'life'
And the jockey of 'thoughts'
with a hunter of 'memories' in his hand
puts all his anger, on the horse named 'desire'
And then, giver her to eat
little grass of 'hope', and water of 'dreams'
...'Desire' lives
to run long at the end of another race
like a horse losing a race
eating the little grass of 'hope'
and drinking the water of 'dreams'
thinking perhaps...
she may not have to run long
after another race
'desire' lives.....

Hit by the bed..

Written: 2002,PK

In the last hours of night, ............................................. ﺭﺍﺕ ﻛﮯ ﺁﺧﺮﯼ ﭘﮩﺮ

waking up, out of thirst ............................................ ﭘﻴﺎﺱ ﺳﮯ ﻧﻴﻨﺪ ﻣﻴﮟ ﺍﭨﮭﺘﮯ
bringing water ................................................................... ﭘﺎﻧﯽ ﻻﺗﮯ
The bed of 'life' abruptly asked ................... 'ﺯﻧﺪﮔﯽ' ﻛﮯ ﺑﺴﺘﺮ ﻧﮯ ﺍﭼﺎﻧﻚ ﭘﻮﭼﮭﺎ

"Where art thou?" ................................................................ ?ﺗﹹﻢ ﻛﮩﺎﮞ ﮨﻮ

And then ﺍﻭﺭ ﭘﮭﺮ .......................................................................................
the tired hands of "thoughts" ........................................ 'ﺳﻮﭺ' ﻛﮯ ﺗﮭﻜﮯ ﮨﺎﺗﮫ

searched you for a long time ...................................ﺩﻳﺮ ﺗﻚ ﺗﻤﮩﮯ ﺩﮬﻮﻧﺪﺗﮯ ﺭﮨﮯ

on the bed of life.......................................................... 'ﺯﻧﺪﮔﯽ' ﻛﮯ ﺑﺴﺘﺮ ﭘﺮ

Orange Juice (Portokal Surubu)

Written: 2007,Turkey

Ertyaas said:
"Is there anything
anything more refreshing
then an orange juice
taken with a pinch of salt
after a turkish bath
in Cemberlitas hammam"
And I said:
"The orange juice is really working
like those thoughts of hers
making me a new person
everytime I think of her
making me live again
from a child to an old man
But, Is it possible
to drink this orange juice
every second of my life?"

Ertyaas was answer-less....

Smoke Face

Written:2003,PK

From the ending cigarette of 'time'
making smoke of 'memories'
in the smoke of memories
if your face appears...
How difficult it becomes
to hide you
from the rest of the world
so then i breathe in hard
your face of smoke
in my chest, and keep it there
so that you remain hidden
from the whole world....

but how is it possible
that even if the cigarette of 'time'
pause to burn
cannot finish
it can break, it can disappear
and besides, how long
can one keep the smoke inside...

So i try to make excuses
to remain alone
and smoke alone
breathing in, your face of smoke
hard in my chest
and keeping it there more and more
so that you remain hidden
from the whole world
till the cigarette of time ends....

Light Blue Water "Acik Mavi Su"

Written: 2007,Turkey

The bus of 'thoughts'
was going aimlessly
on the road of life
Most 'emotions' sitting
in the bus of 'thought'
were lost in their feeling of nothingness
some laughing
some singing
some seeing outside
the bus of 'thought'
and some lost in turning
memories into pictures

apart,alone,
from all these 'emotions'
one alone Emotion
sitting at the back seat
in the bus of 'thought'
was lost in himself,
thinking
the gone by moments
the coming tomorrow
the feeling of existing
the sadness of being

sudden brakes...
the bus of thoughts stopped
And YOU appeared
like snow in the summer
like sun in the cold
The winds of dreams start flowing
the heart went flying
like an albatros

Who was I?
perhaps a piece of glass
and you, like a light beam
passed, travelled
all through me
turning me into a Kliedoscope
ful of colors
making me a diamond (atleast for a moment)
I think you read all through me
in that moment

I found myself again
this time, within your hands
in the form of clay
on a potter's wheel
you making me
with your own hands
perhaps claiming me forever

How the time was passing
like bubbles in a bubble glass (chubuk chubuk)
or like a cigarette burning slowly (yavas yavas)

In the land of 'Rumi'
I was flying
like,"Gnats in the wind"
Oh! Shams Tabriz
was it you, or was i dreaming again

Your soft fingers,
made of water
dissolving in my hands
making me as light as water
All water, All water
In Acik Mavi was what I could see all
was what I become all
Blue water, Blue water
'senle unutum buttun ezberlirimi'

The color mavi(blue) still remains
in my eyes
as if I am blinded
by a blue sun
they say don't look at the sun directly
why i dared to look at you
All blue, All blue
Am i blind?
or is the sun inside my eyes
All fire, Blue fire

Long after you are gone
I feel like a fish in water
too much to say
but no tears to show
unknown to tears
how can a fish cry under water (you tell)

I wish i could know
the language of gods....

The bus of 'thought' stopped long before
but the 'emotion' is still alive
still painted blue
still blinded blue

KIZKELESI DeJA-VU...

Written: 2007,Turkey,near Kizkelesi Castle, Az Deniz

Lying on a beach
Playing with the sand with my hands
I recalled
It has happened to me before
And I remembered
Not so long ago
In the same way
I was playing with your hairs
And I felt so terribly small

Sitting like a point
On the edge of your eyes
Seeing the castle of 'KIZKELESI'
Floating in your eyes
The waves, lost in their happenings
The sun setting in your eyes
And I thought
How many years
Will I need
How many mountains,deserts
Will I travel
To know your body
And even then, I would just be knowing
The outside reality
What about the unknown inside
How much beyond the unknowns
How many travels, yet to come
And I am just
Lying on the beach
Playing with your hairs

I recalled again
One god, I have talked a lot
But never seen
Another one, I see now
In your face

One last time
Playing with your hairs
I gathered my hopes
And dived again
In the sea of your thoughts
In search of you
In search of me.....

What does it matter

What does it matter!
You too big, you cannot see me
Or
I too small, like an unknown star

What does it matter!
Finding beauty in you
Or
Believing beauty to be you

What does it matter!
Questioning the existence of God
Or
Finding reasons to follow reasons

What does it matter!
Seeing "ESKI" in you ( ESKI is name of a child)
Or
Seeing you in "ESKI"

What does it matter!
I live , or die
Stay or Go
Happy or Sad
With or without
Becoming you has taken me
Beyond these worldly matters
Of whats and nots....................

Seeking Eyez....

why do you look at me
through every eye
Wherever i go,
whoever i meet
snowy cities, crowdy airports, watery stations,
the eyes in the deserts
the desert in the eyes
the eyes in the waters
the water in the eyes
everywhere, you follow

Using others for me...
You use me for others too?

What is the need?
Who are we?
stray snow flakes
gliding over the sea of time
melting day by day

Who are you to bind us together?
Why us? are you a part of us?
Are you bored of being alone?
How many boredoms yet to come?

I sometimes feel ,
you ask your questions through our eyes
Its not our questions, its your questions
Seeking the eye that holds the answer.....