hayerenov, lav che

Metz chankerov, hbardanalov

Knkoushoutyamp uzetsi kal im errort trichkov

Kez kov,

Pnav cheyi portsatz im mayreni lezvov, inchu kides?

Irakanutyan modig gizkam

Ansousd ches imprner, hansgnali e

Anpayman krnas kushagel, kani vor

Tun al arvestaked, jbdun terasan min yes

 orerov ororvatz

Yerkerov, mnatsyal pnutyan orenknerov

gi kaskatzim minchev aysor, intzi ge hishes?

new in turkish

Ikinci

Hani bir tasla iki kus vurmak derler ya,

Iste sen oyle bir seysin

Nerede durursun su hayatta bimem

Unlumusun-unsuzmusun

Bakarmisin, hatirlarmisin?

Donencenin bir parcasisin degil mi?

Sevgiyle kal, engelsizlerin cocugu, sig diyarlarin

Derin sarkisi,

yas her zaman cekici geldi biliyormusun?

Hani nasil hissedersin soyle; benim olmayan cemberin icerisinde

Veya ait olmadigim

Iyiki gencliginde tanimamisim, gencligimde vefasizdim

Simdi saltanatimin pesindeyim, doyumsuz ezgilerin tarafinda

Bilgisiz, cahil yankilarin karsisinda

Katkisiz beyaz ceketinin ic kismindayim

Sen bilmezsin tabii, gece rahat uyursun

Biz manyaklar, dunyanin derin tarafinda aylak aylak dolasirken

Sen bir yerlerde dusup kalkarsin

Bazen para pesinde, bazen kadin

Beni hic gordun mu bir kadin gibi, merak eder dururum….

new

It takes a kingdom like approval to open

This whitest paper all over again

I never expected to get sedated by  atmospheric arrangements

Which is fake, but I don’t mind to cruise far and to be silently filled up

By adulthood, maybe my childhood that

You would never remember

You were many years older

And you were not a resident or

you were baptized at before my time

You came later on, like a real time accident

With one small devilish smile and no more words than a ‘hi’ or ‘bye’

Gestures by being acquaintances of  Island living

And your hours sliced fast, a yardeless life; living

If you were in, it was probably called something different than life

I can catch my own homesick eye with you lately

I can count the wordless gazes one after another

Like the longest story has ever written, I read you like an old friend

I must admit, I am craving the grace and the timidity (of me)

This is bitter sweet, poems for life

Poems for moments, like photographs

One maybe never again, but poem is a poem

And I second it…now and forever…