yalanlar (“lies”)

bıraktım nihayet bu işi
uzaktan geldim sana

sonu görünmeyen yolda
kaybolmuş bir adam gibi

vardım, boşlukla dolu
ellerimi uzattım sana

yattın birden bu hasis acınla
hakkımı helal etmeden

kuru sesimle bağırdım
bu ağır sükûtunda sana

evde olsa, sokakta da
vadii hamuşanda dururken

kara kapanmış gözlerimle
bir daha bakıyordum sana

beyaz kefene sarılmış biri var
toprak tarafından kucaklanmış

ama sen değildin
yoksa?

dünyanın ucu uzundur
öyle demedin mi bana?

neden yalan söyledin?
neden?



Lies

I have at last abandoned this affair
and come to you from afar,

like a man who has lost his way
on a path that never seems to end.

I arrived and extended to you
my hands full of emptiness.

With this vile pain, you suddenly reclined
without asking for my blessing.

In a dry voice I shouted
at you in the heavy stillness.

Whether at home or in the streets
stopping in the valley of the silent ones,

with my eyes shrouded
I looked once more at you.

There was one wrapped in a winding sheet
embraced by the earth,

but it was not you…
or was it?

Hadn’t you told me that
the end of the world is long?

Why did you lie to me?
Why?

6 thoughts on “yalanlar (“lies”)

    • All is well, my dear. I have just been very busy of late, trying to spend more time taking care of family and home. “Lies” was something I originally began composing back when my mother-in-law passed many years ago, and with all the loss we have faced in these last few years, the words returned to me–the desire for certainty, knowing that those we love will always be there. When in fact we know–and sometimes quite harshly learn–that they cannot be. Those feelings do stay with us, don’t they? I hope you’re well, my friend.

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      • Brilliantly said… and I kind of thought it was along those lines. I am ok thanks. 🤗 Glad to see you back in the world of poetry. :))

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    • My dear friend, thank you for checking up on me. I think I was just feeling a bit selfish, spending so much time involved in poetry–which really is a selfish act for me, I suppose, since I derive so much pleasure from writing and reading the verses that others compose–when I should spend more time taking care of my little ones. I do miss your writing, mate, and that of others, and hope to balance things better here so that I can get back to enjoying it all. All the best, David.

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