There wouldn’t be insomnia
If loneliness weren’t living in the city…
Love is spilled all over your swallow eyes
This summer isn’t hot , but hell…
The sun hasn’t rised yet…
Chatters are coming like screams
These birds are former babies of last year…
Nomore winds in your throat
Frozen are the midafternoon talks
Then why do we need the 5-o’clock tea?
Bitter than a liqueur
Juicier than a kiss
Forgotten sense is forever…
Insomnia wouldn’t be alive
If death weren’t revived…
Darkness in the air…
This silence now is like a dream
Everyone is considering
Your knees trembling, your hands are cold
So that you’re my love,
What is beyond that?
Princesses are crying in all distant palaces
The moon rised even before sun set
Look at that
Where the loneliness revives
Insomnia increases…
It fumes on your forehead
Your chest ripped off two sides
If she doesn’t come, doesn’t come
If she doesn’t love, doesn’t love
Now that we’re in a dream
Nobody knows where truth lays…
Once you’re gone
Stone babies are thrown into the oceans
Those were the waters more deep blue than your eyes
Yet canoun* improvisation was too late
Some hejaz** defeat
Some desolation…
Sleeping seems like a dream in your eyes
Where the loneliness lives in this city…
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*canoun : a musical instrument in Turkish Classical music, produces very sad and profound sound…
**hejaz : a strain in Turkish Classical music, sad and profound…
