Incomplete

the grey sky looming above,
rain drops still dripping down
from the pregnant clouds above,
we set out on our journey once again;

around and around we go
in slow circles, moving
to the beat of the thunder
and rain that surrounds us;

as the droplets hit the ground,
shattered realizations lay scattered
reminding me nothing is same
as it seems to be;

as another memory turns to dust
i cut the lifeline that attaches me to the past
and i shove it back into the depths
where nothing will ever bring it back alive;

the rain does nothing to stop our journey,
never forgetting, who we are
we walk these streets of madness,
knowing that,without each-other…..
we are simply incomplete.

http://www.poetryoflife.com/category/friendship/#ixzz0D1VvBhLY&A

I loved this poem and how true it rings...........

I AM LISTENING TO ISTANBUL

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed;
At first there blows a gentle breeze
And the leaves on the trees
Softly flutter or sway;
Out there, far away,
The bells of water carriers incessantly ring;
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed;
Then suddenly birds fly by,
Flocks of birds, high up, in a hue and cry
While nets are drawn in the fishing grounds
And a woman´s feet begin to dabble in the water.
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.
The Grand Bazaar is serene and cool,
A hubbub at the hub of the market,
Mosque yards are brimful of pigeons,
At the docks while hammers bang and clang
Spring winds bear the smell of sweat;
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed;
Still giddy since bygone bacchanals,
A seaside mansion with dingy boathouses is fast asleep,
Amid the din and drone of southern winds, reposed,
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.
Now a dainty girl walks by on the sidewalk:
Cusswords, tunes and songs, malapert remarks;
Something falls on the ground out of her hand,
It´s a rose I guess.
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed;
A bird flutters round your skirt;
I know your brow is moist with sweat
And your lips are wet.
A silver moon rises beyond the pine trees:
I can sense it all in your heart´s throbbing.
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes

Orhan Veli Kanik (Translated by Murat Nemet Nejat)

Ziyaret

Çiçekleri beðendin mi? Anne
Oðlundan sana, en sevdiklerinden.
Neler yaþýyorum görüyor musun?
Sen huzur içinde orda yatarken ,

Birini sevdim, biliyorsun Anne,
Kavuran sýcaklarda bana gölge olan.
Üþüdüðümde bana kucak açan
Karanlýkta yolumu aydýnlatan,

Bana söylediðin gibi, biliyorsun Anne,
Kalbimi dinledim, onu izledim herzaman
Bir çýkar yol bulamýyorum artýk, biliyorsun Anne,
Geriye ne kaldý?, sabýrdan, umuttan

Sevgim kalbimde bir mühürdür Anne,
Paslanmýþ gönül penceremin parmaklýklarýnda.
Ýçerde sakladýðým kocaman bir okyanus
Dev dalgalarýyla beni savuran sonsuzluða .

Babama da söyledim mezarýnýn baþýnda,
Sana söylediðim gibi Anne
Sadece mutlu olmak istedim, sadece onunla olmak.
Ýzin ver yanýna geleyim Anne
Belki bu benim son mutluluðum olacak..

Cenk..

( i hope handsom or marion or other a good friend will translate it soon )

The visit

Did you like the flowers? Mum

To you from your son, the ones you like the best

Do you see how I am living?

While you are resting in peace ,

I loved someone, you know that mum,

One who gave me shade from the fierce heart

Who opened her arms to me when I was cold

Who shed light on my dark path,

You know, it was just like you told me, mum

I listened to my heart, and followed it always

I can´t find a way out any more, you know that mum,

What is left?, of patience, of hope

Your love is like a seal on my heart mum

On the rusty railings of the window of my heart.

It is a huge ocean I keep hidden within me

With its giant waves it sweeps me towards eternity.

I told my father this too, at his gravestone,

Just like I am telling you mum.

I just wanted to be happy, to be with her

Let me come to where you are, mum

Maybe that will be my last happiness....

 so beautiful.....so sad

 beautiful and makes me think that some are already dead in their lives..those who never experienced what love and missing someone is..

i found it today ....

love walks

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that´s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow´d to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair´d the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens on her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and on that flow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

 A magnificent poem but sadly you have the title wrong, it is "She walks in beauty, like the night" and written by Lord Byron.

George Gordon  Byron (Lord Byron)

A master with words especially where love is involved......

New one for today.

Oyun

Her sabah, baþlarýz yeniden oynamaya
Adýna hayat denen bu oyunu
Su gibi akar gider , hiç býkmadan oynarýz
Kimisi erken býrakýr, kimisi mutlu

Her gün biri biter biri baþlar
Yaþadýðýmýz sadece bir oyun
Ne kazanan var ne kaybeden
Gittiðimiz hep ayný karanlýk yer

Karanlýklarým aydýnlanýr parýltýnla
Görürüm tüm evreni gözlerinde
Hasret kalsam da ellerine, sözlerine
Beklerim belki bir gün dönersin diye

Korkularým vardý birer kar tanesi gibi soðuk
Umutlarýmla eritirdim onlarý her sabah
Kalbim atarken ismini haykýrýr ya
Ýþte bu yüzden hergün baþlarým yeniden, hayat denen bu oyuna

Beceremedim,beceremiyorum, oynayamadým, oynayamýyorum bu oyunu
Kurallarý bilmeden, acýmasýz olmadan
Bir sevdadýr yaþadýðým en güzel þey
O da artýk acý veriyor, sen benimle olmadan.

Cenk..

my last one is  still waiting for translation ...

i will post new ones after translation , ( everytime i do that )