Sitting on the white steps,
Looking down to my future,
The music in the background
Interrupted by the talks and pause,
All seem so familiar.
Why then all of a sudden
Do I feel estranged?
Constant beeps and the smell of sneeze,
Disinfectant all over
Sweeping the surface like a breeze.
Feeling alone and vain,
Reaching one’s goal makes it
All the more complicated.
Can’t savor, can’t float
Just stuck in the flock.
In between two countries, two times and two guys
Everything is frozen in the spring madness.
Like the little seed trying to grow,
I face constant struggle and sadness.
Even though future is clear ahead
Can’t just get over the “yet”.
Beril
03/16/09
Poetry is one's break down between the writer's blocks -a failed attempt to get back to sanity
Melancholy inspires my mind
"The chemistry of mind and that of love is different. Mind is cautious. It takes its steps cowardly. "for god's sake, avoid yourself!" it suggests. However, is love like that? The only thing it says: "Leave yourself, let it go!" The mind won't collapse easily. Love instead frazzles itself, it gets devastated. However, treasures are to be found in wrecks. A devastated heart has it all!" (Translated by me from Ask, Elif Safak)
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