From Marğuşş Vezir Savrum
LOST
-An artificial life-
Nature doesn’t touch
To my body.
Life is
Pressed in
Concrete
Labyrinths.
11.05.2004
Tuesday
FADING AWAY
I am going to draw pictures
With the colours I have
Or
I am going to be
A part of an undrawn picture.
Two choices
If I draw pictures
My pictures will fade only.
If not
I am going to fade away
In an
Ordinary picture.
11.04.2004
Tuesday
ENDURING
Sorrow
Filled life
As a deservation
Or
As an fairness.
“Why?”
Is not important anymore.
“How to endure”
Is
My problem.
12.06.2004
Saturday
CAN
How can
I can?
Simple
Words
Hard
Question
30.01.2007
Sunday
INDEPENDENCE
My soul
Depends on nothing
Does it hand me
My independence
…
Depending on many
I am only
In
Dependence
16.04.2003
Wednesday
MOON IN THE SKY
I
Got lost
In the labyrinth of
My brain.
Looking for a name
And I got lost.
Realized
That I burrried
Many people
In the graveyard of
My brain.
…
The bus was not moving
Time also.
The girl
In the grave of my brain
Didn’t talk
There was
Only the moon
Alive
In the sky
26.04.2005
Tuesday
EXCEPTION
I can not accept
Except my heart’s leading.
My heart leads me
And I’m free.
Freedom is my way and
My heart is my leader.
Noone can not lead
Noone can not drive me.
Noone resembles and
Becomes the other one
No trap can stop my soul.
Others can stop my body
But can’t catch
My thought.
05.12.1998
Saturday
TIME
Spending time
Aimlessly
– I am mine
But time not-
I am tied
And tired
Feeling nothing
Without
Owning time
…
Time is a bird
Flying
06.12.1998
Saturday
GRAVE DIGGERS
Most people here are,
Gravediggers.
They dig graves, but
Can’t bury
My thoughts.
They bury
Only themselves and
Seeds of my thoughts.
Flowers blossom.
-My thoughts alive-
-People appealed-
14.01.1999
Thursday
LANGUAGE
-Many languages-
Only one
In reality..
It is
Heart’s one.
Who speaks that
Understands and
Creates
Everything.
14.01.1999
Thursday
LOVE
Love is
Clarifying
Someone’s whole existence
Then
Giving her
The best wishes
Without
Any wish of return
Except
Wishing the thing
Inside eyes.
14.01.1999
Thursday
SWEETHEART
No voice of
My sweetheart
Only
The silence of
The darkness is
What I feel now..
In my heart
A deep pain
That I carry
Everywhere..
Nightmares are
My friends
Her absence is
My present..
Life doesn’t have
Any taste.
I am on a
Robotic route..
My body lives
Without soul…
Soul is with her
Can’t touch her hair
Can’t feel her smell..
.. I missed her.
18.08.2001
?
SAYING
What a painful love
The one in your face
Opposite to rules
Burning my heart
My heart tearful
Saying silently
I love you
23.12.1999
Thursday
BEAUTY
Beauty
To see and love
Mistress
Sorrow or
Real delight
24.12.1999
Friday
FOR THE NEW YEAR
Don’t go away
Like your coming.
Give
What you must.
Take out
What you must.
It’s obvious
You haven’t come
In such manner.
I haven’t welcome you
In such manner.
If it were in such manner
I would not take you seriously
And
Would not have
Mentioned
You.
01.01.1998
Thursday
CODED
I am
In love with
Something
Which burns my soul.
When
I approach towards
It
Disappears.
My dreams are
Full of it
But
I
Can not see.
It
Looks like
In my hand
But
I
Can not hold.
I always
See their dances,
And
Hear their music
Which are
Unclear.
…
Something is
Calling me.
16.11.1996
?
PERCEPTION
To look but
Not to see
…
Look by eyes
See by heart
1993-1994
CODED 2
You are warming up my heart
As a fire’s
Warming up to a man,
Who is cold…
You are lightening my heart
As the Sun’s
Lightening
In a morning
After a moonless and
Terrible night…
My trembling wishes are
Come round
By you..
My heart and souls are yours
They are parts of
Your
Warm heart.
23.12.1999
?
PERHAPS
My heart knows
How to desire
Very well.
But
My hands are
Inexperienced.
Or, perhaps
My hands are my heart and
I left you free.
07.04.2007
Saturday
REASON
I sometimes
Don’t find a reason
To live.
I only sit and
Look for a reason.
Nothing comes tasteful.
Nothing has a lıght.
I know everywhere
But
I get lost.
15.12.2003
Monday
RESISTANCE
My ego fell into my soul’s womb,
It gives pain to my soul.
My ego which had been born
For many times
From my soul’s womb
Doesn’t want to be born for
Such this world again.
This time
Not only my soul is aching
But my ego
-that will be born-
Is aching.
My ego
Doesn’t want a world
In which
It will exist in
With obstinacy and
Struggle.
I demand peace now.
I want to lie down my feet,
And I want
To bat my eyes and
Have a rest.
I turned the worlds
Which I was born for
Into good and beautiful.
I want to be in my good and
Beautiful, this time.
…
By my ego
I’ve held to my soul’s womb.
I’m resisting to be born.
Being inside the womb will kill me, but
This time
I don’t want to be born for
Such a world again.
15.12.2003
Monday