The Silent Journey
Sailing on a boat, through a stormy sea
We distinguish the gaze following us from the shore
Frightened of the fate that pushes us toward the wild waves, swollen with blood
Down to the perturbed centuries
To the strange roots holding us in stasis
Rotating around the satellite that extinguishes in the air
To the moment of abyss that separate life from death
Of the lost illusion.
Again we wonder, trying to understand
The attempt in half dreams
On the wrinkled waves of tomorrow
Under the mane of a horse that runs in a gust of wind,
Through the nostrils of air
It is halted by the tether that pulls it
The footprints of the half of gallop are left
On the bank where the sea foam sleeps
And the Circes eyes are dissolute
Run, liberated from this rising like a mirage
Breath and shape of this hectic darkness
Like an everlasting song of this echo that attracts
Our sorrow
The finish line
Walking with youthful steps
And the grey aging through snowfall.
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In my secrecies
In my secrecies
Everything flows like a tumultuous river
Downpour of autumn rains
Sliding and crushing
And then a white wave
That resembles the rippling of a divine beauty
The muse’s nickering with curls flying to wind
Wet from the tears of clouds
And ripped, sky on the yellow carpet of the season.
In my secrecies
In everyday chaos the curtains of the soul are raised
The turbid waters dance
Like a belch disturbing the silent scenery
In the last instance of purity
Arrives to wake up the moment of solitude
And gone, to the shores without mercy.
In my secrecies there is a world
There is a color too
The color of the sunset behind the skylines
The color of birds forgotten in migration..
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Gazing onto the sea
Looking deeply into the sea,
As the sun sets too slowly,
Traces of time linger in my heart,
Lost in the dusk.
They were standing into the sand
Where the ocean’s sound
Brings back the melancholy of old love.
Taking a moment
In the late evening,
Twisted by nostalgia,
The deeper it flows through my veins,
The stronger is my desire to see
The dance of mermaids
In the blue depths.
I keep gazing into the sea.
Waves kiss the shore,
Giving divine embraces.
Eternal peace settles within me,
Accompanied by the requiem
of seagulls’ cries.
Until meteors ignite the night,
Setting it ablaze.
(Translated by Merita Paparisto)
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Published under International Cooperation with "Sindh Courier"
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