Friday, 21 November 2014

The fear of the missing Plane






    This has happend second or third time that I Missed the plane in my dream last night. I dont know why I dream about this.

   I was tried hard to catch the Plane but continuesly somethings happend, like I forgot somethings which I had to have with me, I walked around fastly to find out and i had to go out from the airport, i searched taxi to come back to the airport, and a small taxi came i have never seen such small, the smallest taxi from Plastic for two people. i got in the it and i woke up. I sensed that my wife was sleeping next to me in peace without knowing anything about my dream. I kissed her.

Thursday, 24 July 2014

Move on









    This world has made my face sad and ugly; Your jobs. Move on...

Saturday, 19 July 2014

Reyhan








    Now, its madly raining outside. And Im at work. listining the sound of rain and thinking of you by smelling that flowers which you see.

   You are sleeping as a baby at home who is in far from the all evils of the world.

   And I came across this poem when I was reading. You know only poems can approach a little towards you the what I feel 



I love you as the plant that never blooms

but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;

thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,

risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.


I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;

so I love you because I know no other way


Neruda

Thursday, 10 July 2014

Im Sleeping on a Leaf






   Especially Nowadays there is something which I consider more. Its freedom. Freedom matter has been landed Ofcourse over centuries between people in disscusion or fighting. But what I want to say in fact is like to flow, to drop like a clean water around and to meet again somewhere on the earth.

  People which I see around are working. Running and speaking. On the top of it they are sure about life. The life has to be so for them. no doubt no question no action towards the real life which we come from. Faces are without identity and far from pureness. smelling disgustingly. Identities have become such a soulless only constantrating focusing on materails, jobs, cold dead irons, plastics. Plastic life.

   We are expecting hopes from cold dead plactics and things and try to happy through them try to smile and imagine through them with them. We are getting cold and getting dark. Our ways are becoming dust, mud coming from the under the ground. The earth is vomiting, are you aware?!

  Im seeing eyes. Glittering. Lots of starts are calling as if. to be one. in the dark and endless peaceful universe. smelling admirably. we are becoming one. forever.

  You people! go on. I will cut off all links between us. you never capture my heart. because Im sleeping on a Leaf.

Friday, 6 June 2014

RUHUN ( Nazım )




   Hayat Nasıl da Ufacık bir şiir parçasına sığabiliyor. Ya da Ufacık bir Şiir Nasıl da Hareket ettirebiliyor şu koca hantal Dünya'yı Köpüklendirerek diplerinden. 

   Sevgilim, Nefesim, Dünyam... Kara, gri ve katran dolu sisin ardında güzel yüzünleyim. Bunu sen Gönderdin şimdi bana.



"Ruhun, bir ırmaktır gülüm,

akar yukarda dağların arasından"

Friday, 21 March 2014

Soldiering or Brotherhood??





   
    Last night you have gone in the dark which was in the white dirty lights, in yelling sounds. At first there was a silence, then small chats eachother. Sometimes we loughed, smiled, making jokes but always you looked thoughtful. We took you to the Terminal station. For months, You were waiting for this inevitable situation, and also we were. and in the end, It came.

   We waved you. Our eyes filled with tears. You were silent at the end. and fear inside. You hugged, we hugged before. Dirty lights were coming from nothingness as if they are explaining emotions of yours.

  And, the moment of seperation... And waving, yellings around us. there are many like you. And getting home, seeing your slippers in cold...

  For long time, I've been thinking of you my brother that We have wonderful brotherhood between us. even if we didnt manage close enough eachother.

   Kivanc, I always care you, mind you. and still. But always blaming myself coz of not being able to be close.

  The best communication is maybe feelings, but last night I hugged you then I feeled that I missed you so much.

   And now. you have gone. I miss you more. My dear brother. be sure, All of us will wait for you. until that day. And also your place at home. Bört, too...

Tuesday, 25 February 2014

You and Me







    We couldnt achieve somthing. Neither Eastern nor Western. We should have been free, should have had shining eyes without self interests, with love, brotherhood, equalty for all of us. 

   We are wanted to control, rule, dominate and consume our beautiful things inside by who is above us.

   Im walking on a road, my feet are stepping slowly. Im seeing many huge worlds on the road. They are living with happiness. 

   But Sky is so far, after all, blue. Top of the trees, leafs, branches are meeting with the Sky. As if trying to hold on.

   And a Bird, thinking something by looking at far under the breeze and cold. Maybe She/ He wants to leave  behind him/ her everything coz never want to beg anyone.

  That bird you and me dear... 



Tuesday, 18 February 2014

A Beautiful Foggy Day







    Today is a Foggy day. Always it reminds me something hidden come down  onto the earth and wandering in somewhere behind the huge smoke. 

   as if it means a power which covering and hugging the all earth. Its holding everywhere like a huge quilt. But the most thing, it came down so close to us and palpable, feelable, visible. 

   The nature shows us her huge and silent power with Fog. She sends us it and wants us to feel something. 

  And whenever the fog comes down from the sky, I feel happy. coz then I feel that there is something power which stronger then people. and suddenly can destroy everthing the people have done.

   Today in the morning I was feeling being trapped among somethings. But the Fog, reminded me once more somethings. So when I entered into the room by opening the door, the co-workers which have all surly face told me why I smiled.

   They didnt know that I also heard my beloved's beautiful sound. :)

Any Morning in this City



    Almost Every morning if you face with a surly, unsmiling face what would you think?

   Imagine, You woke up and the day is maybe cheerful or gloomy day for you. But after all you are trying to be happy, coz you've got some expectations from the future, the life is moving, the sun is rising onto the earth, trees, grasses, seas. Everything is again starting to born. even cats are starting to meow :)

   So then, you get in a car, and say good morning to someone...

   Yes this point is so important. coz you meet a slimy plastic potato face and a mouth which is frustrating :) the mouth is replying by saying "good morning"... hmm you can be scared. at the same time somthing is interesting happening that Folds of that mouth is suddenly smiling like full of animal meat in a balloon and suddenly again coming back the normal position of it. Then you're confused that where you are and with and why. 

   Wheels of the car are moving to somewhere among the smoke, pressed concretes and machines. 

   But The Sun is continuing to rise with all his power to give something.