Sun again and again set in the west, Light went out for many for good, As the light they left, many minds filled, With memories of happy times passed, Some achingly remained filling themselves, With hopes and hopes on melancholic hopes, Many stood in silence when sadness sang, And then there are those even in the darkest hours, Waited for that happy gong to ring as Every breath of them defined a new ray of light.
That gong in front of the hospital placed, Where people with uncurable diseases treated, Pain through their veins and flesh danced, In tunes, only in nightmare most heard, Yet, through their love and compassion, they find, Ways to heal and when to the wild world they leave, They ring the gong with sparkling eyes and loved-filled hearts.
I wish and pray when a breath I can spare for their cure, I praise their will and speak words that give them strength, Strength to unite every sense of theirs in the cures they find, And dance to the tunes of that gong, every time they ring.
The wish for silence all through veins howled, And the veins stretched and stretched around time, And through endless space far beyond the pace, Of light and imaginations screaming flew.
Ah’, in it all in every microsecond sprouted, The agony of a man alone sat, unloved, His dreams resonated with dreams of men, Who were all betrayed in the name of love.
Love defined and refined through the five senses, Love forged and weaved in dreams of lifetimes together, But love lost in the fabrications of passionless fashions, And uncouth humans who couldn’t smell the spiritual world.
Spiritless love swallowed and vomited the world celebrated, Ah’, marriages and vows, and compassionless prostitutes, Every living breath a thread in the net of brutal betrayal, Yet, she fabricated a smile, she married, she celebrated.
The one who sat got up, and into that world walked, The screams first got louder, throat broke when to speak tried, Eyes tried to weep but subdued by emotions into empty sockets, The fallen passions, compassions, and truthful words he picked.
He walked, he ran, then he stopped to see all those followed, All stood stunned, men of all ages with love-filled eyes stood, No tears from any of those eyes fell as truth of lovelessness, Learned and said, “Broken Hearted Men Never Weeps.”.
The falling rain, Oh’, spoke a language unknown, Through whispers heard between the droplets, Ununderstood maybe the poetry that unrhymed, Yet, the felt sadness rhymed as it blended in chorus.
Romancing life, Oh’, into the kaleidoscope of tragedies fell, Every beginning a wonderful pattern in imaginations kindled, When closer to reality reached, Ah’, patterns rolled, And left with a handful of shattered glasses of many colors.
The drowning dreams from memory pools one last time tried, To shine bright and give a smile, Oh’, you so brutally erased, You, my dear the blessing I sought who cursed yourself, To be the palindrome of curses my life till end of times carry.
About hopes, about gladness, about sadness ah, quartets I wrote, Storm after storm borrowed their beauty and wiped my tears, Yet, time came through days like drops of rain or falling flurries, Unknown to all a rhythm they all gave for an unwritten lullaby.
Silence through the valley crawled, But the wind a naughty game played, To beat every bush from rocks on hills, And falling streams who all in shyness giggled.
That late spring day woke somewhere up, On snow-cap mountains were sun rays danced, And through the snake-like roads, a car moved, With windows open and between mom and day sat,
A little girl who sang along with her dad a song, The calm, soft voice of Lionel Richie, Ah’ so wonderful, They knew not, “How Long must this feeling go on”, but all sang, The air, the pebbles, and plants all prayed, forever happiness.
The memories gathered Oh’, how precious they are, None of them knew as the car along the bending paths moved. None of them knew life paths ahead have more twists and turns, And at times can become a blinding reality than a happy song.
Dreams have grown, so did that little child into a lady, Her passions once to parents known, in material world they lost, And every move she made left a million questions in their minds, Every question took her away from their sight into the unknown,
Love gave calluses in souls and used every beat of hearts, Tired they all stood as faces to each other became strange, The unknown became a dark cloud and into it, she disappeared, Memories once weaved all over the mountains as orphans lingered.
And came a night when another soul to her talked, The young lady at times felt shy but never annoyed, His little jokes and cautious reminders of life ahead, In that night the song she remembered and found.
The world has a wonderful magnificence to communicate, And to her dad, she sent that song that took one orphan, From lingering memories, who got a new life in all hearts, Once a little girl, now a lady, with a drop of tear in her eyes slept.
Mother nature in silence stood watching, The pain of that mother in labor screamed, The wholeness of womanhood embraced, When that baby girl screamed out loud.
Why did she scream? None ever asked, All ate sweets and some wiped tears of joy, Those little hands and small eyes looked, All around with eagerness and amazement.
Childhood days so blissfully taught, From baby steps to sounds of nature, The colors of nature to the touch of wind, All made her heart a perfection of beauty.
She has the elegance of a poetic verse, The shinning charm of a billion stars, She can drown the sorrows of an era, As every ray reflected from her is love.
Every step of her mother nature learned, Ah’, childhood days faster they left, And playful thoughts in her soul weaved, Dreams of future ways and future days.
Blended all the perfections of seasons, Mother nature took all lessons learned, And into that young growing beauty ingrained, Quality of a beauty that never fades.
Every step of her the world around rejoiced, Pride many shown just being alive in her era, As every perfection in front of her bowed stood, Her smiles gave them all supplicated fulfillment.
As those days joined history in pride of joy, To see a young lady blooming into the world, Nothing mother nature in jealousy produced, Outdone the charm and sweetness of Mahidevran.
The seasons changed so did our little beauty, The princess one day stayed out late and fell asleep, Upon the cooling grass where falling leaves fought, To touch her and blanket her from the falling dews.
In her sleep through her conscience came, she saw, Legends of her beauty far and wide, spread, And the prince of an empire in despair pray, In his eyes yearning for a love she saw.
All around him a thick dark mist danced, Dark clouds filled the sky and thunders spoke, In languages unheard and boisterous laughs filled, With curses and malicious magic spells and sobs.
Waking up to an owl’s call back to her palace she ran, And to her mother about the dream she saw she spoke, And her surprised mother held her hands and said, “Oh, blessed you are dear, I have news to tell you;”.
Unrolled a small painting the mother with a shy smile said, “Your beauty and character, the world well heard and spoke, The Sultan of the Ottoman asking for your hands for his son, Here, see the charming prince Sulaiman, your future love.”
Surprised she stood as it is the image of the prince she saw, In her dreams who stood with hands held high in prayers, And to herself she promised, the love he yearns she will give, And she will become a God-given blessing from him with love.
Thoughts through the dream pierced hard, As what she saw she relieved in her mind, Ah’, all around him dark clouds and fire she saw, And she knew into that fire and clouds is where she walks.
The clouds by the wind painted, Images everyone’s imaginations constructed, Their shadows never ever by anyone felt, Some rolled into the hearts of disappointed souls.
Oh’, to those disappointed, how many times reality looked, Like a lie when the mind lost all hopes in dark illusions, How wonderfully hopes made tragedies look pleasant? Didn’t they all once take flight in our conscience?
Didn’t we define each other in what we weaved? Threads one after the other that in looms of life set. And one after the other each other’s dreams united, And shown dreams as the romance between us projected.
The world is no crazy place as long before us in perfection made, Lost our ways when rules of age, culture, and religion played, In the hands of uncouth traditions and tantalizing mischiefs, By friendly faces, who all will forget you and me in years to come.
Ah’, what’s left are the dreams you and I weaved, As they through our minds like summer storm clouds float, Oh’, life dried from all sides as loveless our minds became, Even in the nights, Oh’, body melted like in a furnace.
After the long search, upon the dry bed of a river, I sat, Failing to find a place to drown the dream of you and me, Then to the passing time, I said, “Never heal this wound, Never erase the memories, as my love ends in her.”.
The sun scared the full moon into a dark tunnel As the beauty of the day flourished and grabbed Me by the hand composing an unheard tune, Rhyming with the pulse of your soul and mine.
The material me in the middle of nowhere stood, As my silence became an untamed vulture, Patient, yet hunger brought blood to its eyes, My hunger for love set fires in my eyes and heart.
And to the beauty of the day that flourished, I said, “When reality looks like a bad dream, you should know, The seeds you have sown in hearts grown into a newly written fate, Where romancing lovers only exited in broken dreams.”.
The vulture lost all his patience and with sharpened beaks came, And looked down on the corpse of a beauty freshly dead, As he fed on with brutality his own eyes filled with tears, Oh’, what a beauty she was before the dream broke and murdered her.
Two eyes at the wonders of the world looked, Colors and colorless all around brightened, Seeing the known, unknown and unseen, Filling mind imaginations what two eyes can’t see.
The ears heard the sounds of nature clear, The brutality of mankind screamed aloud, Noises mother nature never imagined we made, Ah’, all of them left images in mind to see.
Sweetness of fruits and nuts tongue loved, Many tastes body never felt through veins spread, What wonderful textures of thoughts in mind weaved, As the woven scarves touched heart to open wide.
Held the roses in hand and touched the clouds above, The air breathed yearned to give life more colors and sounds, As touch and smell united in mind to open new eyes in mind, Through which images unseen by any by mind painted.
All senses united as if in meditation and unblinking stayed, As all images united and painted a collage of your face, Oh’, light soul gave lost and together all of them went blind, When you said another name instead of mine.
Defeated lover, Oh’, times of deception and betrayal passed, No bloodshed, no soldiers fought, words spoken sparred, And brought to time and space, suffering, with pain-filled, Life altered, wishes burned, dreams drowned, loneliness returned.
Not heaven, nor angel, not the whole world, nothing bigger than life, Just the normal man, walked, ate, slept, and dreamt like any man, A simple man looked to become a heartbeat for a heart to chase, Betrayed by unspoken words and deceptive acts, Oh’, well defeated.
Spiritual existence into a narrow, deep, and dark tunnel entered, Only visions in mind guided as life slowly moved ahead, Time and space, Oh’, dwarfed and at them, life mockingly laughed, And never-ending the tunnel felt as strength too defeated felt.
The blended mind and conscience into the soul whispered, About the beauty of the light at the end of this tunnel that will show, The beauty of life through time and space again ahead will move, How many spring and summer joys to enjoy and winters to survive.
Oh’, the beauty of that light has only one Earthly source, The light, the Unimaginable Supreme being into life blessed, Ah’, time and space defined many meanings and all meaningless became, As the Earthly source only shown the face of yours in the purity of love.
Dusks, Oh’, how wonderfully God created you all, For, every day a new you show the melancholy of the day, And a true lover will always shed a drop of tear when you leave, With the hope better tomorrow sprouts from you at dawn.
He searched for the meaning of you in every corner of nights, He searched for the meaning of you in every part of days, Nothingness found new meanings and laughed boisterously, And he hoped a new meaning will come through you someday.
Imaginations twinkled through mind faster than light, Even in those imaginations found no meanings that speak, The sadness you leave on every dusk he watched in tears, And he hoped a new you will brighten imaginations on another day.
Then a day came when about all unforgotten things he thought, And he found the meaning of sadness in you he always saw, You show the soul of all who watches you and makes them feel, The hope and all he found was the sadness of his soul in you,
As his lover and love were lost in a night that one day followed you.
