A keresés eredménye

Your eyes

Your eyes are what God has written for me
So let me sleep
between them
And close the door
on me ...
 

A message to my lover

Do you write the poem with me?
Or you are a part of my mouth?
Or are you my voice?
 
How do you move to another space?
After you have lived in my eyes and my house?
*****
You still ask me about my birthday
So Register your permission ..what you do not know
The date of your love for me.. the date of my birth
*****
I complained you to the sky
How did you, how, to summarize
All the women in the universe
*****
In vain, what I write my lady
My sense is greater than my language
And my feeling for you is skipping
My voice ... and my throat
*****
In vain, what I write .. as long as
My words .. wider than my lips
I hate it all my writing
My problem .. you are my problem
*****
Because my love for you is above the level of speech
I decided to shut up ... . And be in peace (Salam)
 

Little Affairs

You're going through it. Without paying attention.
 
I have my life equal to me.
 
All my life.
 
Incidents.. You may not interest you.
 
I'm building palaces.
 
And live on it for months.
 
And I spin a lot of stories from her.
 
And a thousand heavens.
 
And a thousand islands.
 
Affairs..
 
Your little affairs.
 
When you smoke, i kneel in front of you.
 
Like your good cat.
 
And I'm safe.
 
I'm chasing a fan.-
 
Smoke strings
 
Distribute it in the corners of the place.
 
Circles.. Circles
 
And you leave at the end of the night for me.
 
As a star, as an immigrant.
 
And leave me, my life friend.
 
For the smell of tobacco and memories.
 
And I keep.
 
In solitary frost.
 
And all my supplies is
 
Cigarette debris
 
And a plate. It's made up of ashes.
 
Featuring gray.
 
***
And when I'm sick.
 
And you carry your precious flowers.
 
My friend.. To me
 
And you put my hand in your hands.
 
It's up to me to color and wellness.
 
And the sun sticks in my cheek.
 
And I'm crying. And I'm crying. Without will.
 
And you're giving my cover back to me.
 
And make my head over the pillow.
 
I wished all the wishes.
 
My friend.. If I
 
I keep. I'm staying aday.
 
To ask about me.
 
To bear me every day.
 
Beautiful roses.
 
And if the phone rings in our house,
 
I'm flying to it.
 
me.. My dear friend.
 
With the joy of a little boy.
 
Longing as a lost bird
 
And embrace the rigid machine.
 
And squeeze its cold wires.
 
And i'm waiting for the sound.
 
Your voice matters to me.
 
A double. Full.. Strong
 
Like the voice of a prophet.
 
Like the sound and impact of the stars.
 
Like the sound of the fall of the ornaments.
 
And I'm crying. And I'm crying.
 
Because you thought about
 
Because you're from the balconies of the clouds.
 
She cheered for me.
 
***
And the day I come to you.
 
To borrow a book.
 
To pretend I came to borrow a book.
 
Stretch your tired fingers.
 
To the library.
 
And I keep. In the fog of fog.
 
It's like I'm an unanswered question.
 
I'm staring at you and the library.
 
Like a good cat.
 
You've found out?
 
See you know?
 
I came to change the book.
 
And I'm nothing but a liar.
 
And he quickly went to my room..
 
I add the book to my ribs.
 
It's like I've been with me.
 
And light my light. And i'm going to stow away around me.
 
And dig between the lines. And behind the lines.
 
And get back behind the commas. Come back.
 
Behind the spin points
 
And my head is spinning.
 
It's like I'm a hungry bird.
 
You're looking for seed waste.
 
Maybe.. Hey, i don't know what you' My dear friend.
 
I was left in one corner.
 
A short love phrase.
 
A little longing garden
 
Maybe among the sheets, you hid something.
 
A little peace. Bring peace back to me.
 
***
And when we're together on the way.
 
And unwittingly take my arm.
 
I feel like I'm.
 
With something deep.
 
Something like a fire.
 
On my elbow.
 
And raise my hands to the sky.
 
To make my path unfinished.
 
And I'm crying. And cry without interruption
 
So i'm going to keep losing.
 
And when I get back in the evening, I'm back in my room.
 
And take off my shoulders.
 
I feel like, and what you're in my room.
 
That your hands.
 
A phone at the mercy of my elbow.
 
And I stay to worship, exhausted.
 
Where your warm fingers are.
 
On the sleeve of my blue dress..
 
And I'm crying. And I'm crying. Uninterrupted
 
It's like my arm's not my arm.
 

A woman walks inside me

1
No one read my cup.
Unless you find out you're my girlfriend.
No one studied my handwriting.
Unless you find out your four letters.
Everything can be refuted.
Except for the smell of a woman we love.
 
Everything can be hidden.
 
Only the steps of a woman moving inside us.
 
Everything is debatable.
 
Except for your femininity.
2
Where do I hide you, my love?
 
We're two woods on fire.
And all the TV cameras are on us.
 
Where do I hide you, baby?
 
And all the reporters want to make you
The cover star.
 
And they make me a Greek hero.
 
And a scandal written.
3
Where do I get you?
 
Where are you going with me?
 
and all the coffee shops keep our faces by heart
And all the hotels keep our names by heart.
 
And all the sidewalks keep the music of our feet.
By heart.
 
We're exposed to the world as a balcony.
 
And visible as two gold fish.
 
In a crystal pot.
4
No one read my poems about you.
 
Only the sources of my language are known.
No one traveled in my books.
 
Unless he gets to the harbor of your eyes.
No one gave him my home address.
 
Unless you go to your lips.
No one opened my neighborhood.
 
Unless he finds you sleeping there like a bed.
And no one digs up my papers.
 
Unless he knew the history of your life.
5
Teach me
I'm holding you in the
t-tie.
 
And stop you from going out.
 
Teach me to draw around your breasts.
 
Circle with purple pen
And stop them from flying.
 
Teach me a way to arrest you as a point at the end of the line.
 
Teach me how to walk under the rain of your eyes. And I don't get wet.
 
And i smell your body full of Indian spices. And I don't get dizzy.
 
And i'm rolling from the towering heights of your breasts.
I don't get apart....
6
Take your hands off my little habits.
 
And my little things.
About the pen I'm writing in.
 
And the papers I'm scribbling on.
 
And the key relationship I'm holding.
 
And the coffee I'm having.
And the ties I'm getting.
Take your hands off my writing.
 
It doesn't make sense to write with your fingers.
 
And breathe your lungs.
 
It doesn't make sense to laugh with your lips.
 
And you cry with my eyes!!.
7
Sit with me for a while.
Let's reconsider my love map.
 
Harshly, a Mughal conqueror.
 
And the selfish woman wants to tell a man:
 
'Be. So it's ..'
Talk to me with democracy
The males of the tribe in my country.
 
They've mastered the game of political repression.
 
And I don't want you to practice with me.
The game of emotional repression.
8
Sit down until we see.
Where are the limits?
 
And where are the limits of my sorrows?
 
Where does your regional waters start?
And where does my blood end?
 
Sit down until we get along.
 
On any part of my body.
 
Your conquests will stop.
 
And at any hour of the night.
 
You're going to start your conquests?
9
Sit with me for a while.
Until we agree on a way of love.
Don't be in it.
And I don't have a small colony.
On your list of colonies.
That's still going on since the 17th century.
Your breasts demand liberation.
And they don't hear.
And they don't hear.
 

All languages, without your eyes

The letter begins its journey, from your eyes
 
All languages, without your eyes, are lost...
 

Love, in your body

Love, in your body ..
Old and eternal ..
As salt, is part of the sea ..