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What remorse have you come to say? Leave now or do make a pleasant stay, Said the old man, as he lay in a taut grass of May. His heart spoke into a shape of clay. —— A storied book and crown; Fairy dream and fairy dust; Have you come now to but frown? In…

Bir benler varki bilmez bileni Bazen rüzgarlardan bazen sular akar gider yola semeresi Yaka bırakmaktan açız ucuz haleti Kaçar gider ilaçtan korkan vaziyeti Ne var ne yok ki görmek istemez hali rubûbiyeti Şahsiyetin vahşet sarayında pervasız payesi Arasında dolaşır, rüyanın renkli renkli rahnedar resimleri İle tanımlar, taht sevdalı tımarhanesini Ne varki bilmez bensiz eşsiz bahçeleri…

And we bleed Knowing you, and in everything that left it’s seed In the end, hopes that forever will lead With no endeavor in vane Leaving only it’s pain For their is just love to gain All that we’ve come to believe and will to succeed For whatever we’ve done was in the hope to…

Millions pass and go Some under His sun, some snow As time passes by His gate Yet no one ever knows its fate —— A silence gifts itself to those to come Before the few who whom to become Be it He, the master for all For all, who knew heard His call —— Golden…

Chapter 4 – Memory Lane “Honey, we will be late,” said Maryam, opening the front door. “Coming, mom,” Fatima rushed through the hall, grabbing her sneakers. The humid air had already broken beads over her forehead with each step into the crowded street. She preferred it to the sunless, cramped, slow winter days. The city,…

On a snowy evening, passing a wooded creak A figure on its surface glides unbound and meek Rubber squeaks aside, the moon shines sleek But past these woods lies a peak and its owner to seek ____ Though, all is still, silent, and asleep I know he sees as each foot falls deep Into the…

Once upon an Autumn in Paris, I dream as ever always there is. Of autumns whispering brisk airs, Upon newer spring’s divine heirs. —— Your hair gently blows like the leaves, Orange and brown amongst the breeze. As I catch a glimpse of your smile, Slipping through your hands, but staying for awhile. —— And…

Walking down independence hall To the beginning of it all Past each hand of might And eyes full of spite —— Where once lay a small town upon a hill And all the thoughts in her world a thrill Memories of the sun so bright All dazed and forgetful of the night —— To the…

Hani olur bir güneş batar Ama kalır kalbinde doğmamış günler ve artar Ümitlerin, kızarmış kıpkırmızı gökyüzünde Gelen gecelerin varlığı bir sağlam dayanak gibi Özlem arasında tutulup çırpınır batana kadar Kalmaz ne keder ve gam, ne sevda ne sevgi Kalbinde doğan sevginin bahçesi arasında Güvendiğin gülnihalerde her şey donar kalır Ve gezip dolaşırsın güneşi izlerken

To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy power which seems omnipotent; To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates  Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it…

I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive,…

Whose woods these are I think I know.    His house is in the village though;    He will not see me stopping here    To watch his woods fill up with snow. —— My little horse must think it queer    To stop without a farmhouse near    Between the woods and frozen lake    The darkest evening of the…

Penceremin ardında soğuk bir sabahı Havanın ne hali var ne hesabı Ümit var-i bir kelebek geçer ipince Karlı ve kederli, zelzele ve serzeniş içinde —— Kaybolur gider ayazın ahı Rüya gibi gelir zamanın ilaçı Ama o kelebek gibi haber eder rahmetin eli Özlem arasında gözlerim kalır, kanır karlı ve kederli —— Her sabah gibiydi o…

Unutulmuş çileler içinde, vefasız hafızaların sırıttığı günlerin gecelerinde Bir türkü gibi ayın altında gülümser beyaz benzi, o dertli dostun yüzü Kandırılmış kalpler kederli kederli kürekler kaybetmişliğin kaskatı kömürünü Aldatanlar alkışlar altında avar avar avlar ak aidiyeti Ama parlar perisiz gecelerde, ve gün gün gelir Hayallere hakkın hatırı Hırsızlığın heybeti hercümerc ola hücum eder Zaman, saf…

Chapter 3 – The Way of Water Her heart went numb, her eyes a bit teary from the heavy winds braising her sun-soaked hair as it somberly coalesced from her scarf to her beanie. Mimicking the tattered bits of memory as if turned on like a projector to those dark, cold corners of those streets…

To be… Do you ever wish by the gates of fate, As it’s pulse beats by your ear drums, knowing having a seat at that table, in all your uncomeatable compassion, to seek a justice you feel you have not breathed a second of your life. And just to be… Do you think you could…

Whenever living comes to mind; Though it’s hard, upon the harsh sonder where wolves wander. In all shameless pride, yet without soiling our hands in kind. ___ And yet, whenever living comes to mind; Over yonder in my surrept silence, your name I ponder. Surging from what comes of that secret tide; ___ No! Don’t…

An angel, robed in spotless white, Bent down and kissed the sleeping night. Night woke to blush; the sprite was gone. Men saw the blush and called it dawn. By: Paul Laurence Dunbar

The breeze does blow, for winds sing their snares Around that roads bend and over our souls Time lures it’s hook to many fish cast And brings old tongues anew, to wither or to last

Güneşsiz günler alışılmış ve gelirde bir garbı-affak’dan Hasretin şümûlüne set etmez senin güzel safı seniyyene Anlamsızlık ard arda arar bazen bahtı-bedbahtlardan Hayallerin hayy-u kayyumu ve kat kat keramettine Yıldırmaz yarı yaranım, sevdanın açı şerbetine Kaderin nümülerinden tatlı bir tılsım seyreyler

Sometimes, That first-sun smiles, before it sets away And you draw your every breath beside the dowry dews of day Sometimes, That coffee leaves a lump that outlasts its lay As pieces of parchments pray for you to pay a visit for the day Though, sometimes A key seems off in the broken bits of…

Chapter 2 – Goodbyes and Farewells “Who is it?” Maryam asked as she slowly opened the front door to slow the cold breeze from blasting into their small apartment. Her eyes widened as she noticed the navy collars of the police officers by her door. There was one too many, though she quickly kept her…

Home, A flowing river or it’s sifting sands Upon the tattered thorns or blooming buds Over a bees bounty or a hyenas howl Once upon and now forgone? Home, An atom now split Or like galaxies tethered to tender touch Under wilting withered winters Or saintly spruce springs Eternal and everlasting? Home, Beyond the sights…

Beyond the shore, beyond the shore Lay forth more than life to adore Beyond the shore, forevermore May your passing be nevermore ___ On the banks watching each wave flow A broken ore, sits ready to row Of the bounties each blessing come to store Laying forth more than life to adore ___ A price…

The tide rises, the tide falls,The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;Along the sea-sands damp and brownThe traveler hastens toward the town,And the tide rises, the tide falls. Darkness settles on roofs and walls,But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls;The little waves, with their soft, white hands,Efface the footprints in the sands,And the tide…

Ne dert bitti,derde dildar olana Ne huzur gitti, hali-hilkat olana Ne mezar biçti, meyili-meyus olana Ne hesap açtı, hali-harabat olana

Hakkı gel sırrını eyleme zahir, Olmak ister isen bu yolda mahir, Harabat ehlini hor görme şakir, Defineye malik viraneler var. Ibrahim Hakki Hazretleri

Hayatında zamanın yaprak dökümünü hayallce görüp anladın O ağaçın altında mevsimlerin oluşumu bir bir aradın Onun yapraklarını okumaya çalışdın Da bilemedin bir tanesinde sende vardın Ne kudretdi esince esti savurdu senide  Ne rahmetdi bereketi üzerine o zamanlar kaldı kalbinde  Ve sandın kaybettim diye dolaştın Ama belkide bulunamayanla buluştun…