Written: 2005,Stockholm ﺍﹺﺱ ﻃﺮﺡ ﮨﮯ ﻛﮯﮨﺮ ﺍﻙ ﻣﺴﺎﻓﺮ ﻛﻮﺋﯽ ‘ﺧﻴﺎﻝ’ ﮨﻮ ﺟﻴﺴﮯﻣﺒﺘﻼ ﺍﭘﻨﯽ ﺩﺭﻳﻮﺯﻩ ﮔﺮﯼ ﻣﻴﮟ ﺷﺎﻳﺪﮨﺮ ﺍﹺﻙ ﻟﻤﺤﻪ ﻛﻮﺋﯽ ﮔﻴﺖ ﺑﻨﺎ ﺟﺎﺗﺎ ﮬﻮﺍﻭﺭ ﺟﮩﺎﺫ ‘ﺁﺭﺯﻭﮞ’ ﻛﮯﺭﺍﻩ ﺗﻜﮯ ﺟﺎﺗﮯ ﮨﻮﮞﺍﹺﻥ ﺩﺭﻳﻮﺯﻩ ﮔﺮﻭﮞ ﻛﯽﺍﭘﻨﯽ ﻣﻨﻄﻖ ﻣﻴﮟ ﻣﺤﺒﺖ ﰷ ﺳﮩﺎﺭﺍ ﺑﻨﺘﮯ ﺍﹺﻥ ﺳﺐ ﺧﻴﺎﻟﻮﮞ ﺳﮯ ﺩﻭﺭﺍﹺﻙ ﺗﻨﮩﺎ ﻣﹹﺴﺎﻓﺮ ﺍﻚ ﺍﺩﮬﻮﺭﺍ ﺧﻴﺎﻝﻭﻗﺖ ﻛﻮ ﮔﺎﺗﺎﺍﹸﻣﻴﺪ ﻛﯽ ﺍﹺﻣﻴﺪ ﻣﻴﮟ ﮔﻢﺍﻭﺭ ﭘﮭﺮ ﺍﻣﻴﺪﻛﺴﯽ ﺷﺐ ﮨﺠﺮﺍﮞ ﻛﯽ ﻃﺮﺡﺁﻛﮯ ﻣﻠﮯ ‘ﺻﺒﺢﹺ ﻭﻗﺖ’ ﺳﮯ ‘ﺻﺒﺢﹺ ﻭﻗﺖ’ ﺟﻮ ‘ﻭﻗﺖﹻﺼﺒﺢ’ ﺳﮯ ﮬﻮ ﻛﮩﻴﮟ ﺯﻳﺎﺩﻩ ﺣﺴﻴﮟﺍﻭﺭ ﺍﻙ ﺍﹺﻣﻴﺪ ﺑﮭﺮﯼ ﺁﻭﺍﺯﺁﺭﺯﻭ ﻣﮯ ﮔﺎﺗﮯ ﺧﻴﺎﻝ ﻛﻮﮨﻮﻟﮯ ﺳﮯ ﻛﮩﮯ“Good morning, welcome to the plane Sir!ﺩﻝ ﻛﮩﮯﻭﻗﺖ ﻳﮩﻴﮟ ﺭﻙ ﺟﺎﺋﮯﺍﹸﻣﻴﺪ ﻛﮭﻴﮟ ﻛﮭﻮ ﺟﺎﺋﮯﺍﻭﺭ ﭼﺎﮨﮯ ﺩﻭ ﭘﻞ ﻛﻮ ﺳﮩﯽﺟﺎﻡﹻﺨﻮﺷﯽ ﮬﻮ ﺟﺎﺋﮯ

Written: Turkey,2007 What does it matter!You too big, you cannot see meOrI too small, like an unknown star What does it matter!Finding beauty in youOrBelieving beauty to be you What does it matter!Questioning the existence of GodOrFinding reasons to follow reasons What does it matter!Seeing “ESKI” in you ( ESKI is name of a child, Also ESGI in Turkish mean old)OrSeeing you in “ESKI” What does it matter!I live , or dieStay or GoHappy or SadWith or withoutBecoming you has taken meBeyond these worldly mattersOf whats and nots………………..

Written: Turkey, 2007 All the gods are thinking togetherHow to give her a butterfly dream A butterfly is born in TurkeyAll she do is serving rosesAll she think is helping rosesNo wish to see what lies ahead herNo wish to serve the roses inside her All the gods are thinking togetherHow to give her a butterfly dream All brothers and no sisterShe learned the way, the ussual wayThe easy way, the prohibited wayA butterfly dream, she cannot seeA butterfly dream , she needs to seeShe has the strengthShe has the willBull all she know is serving rosesAll she know is helping roses All the gods are thinking togetherHow to give…

Written:2005,Stockholm central station ﺯﻧﺪﮔﯽ ﻛﯽ ﻗﻴﺪ ﻣﻴﮟ ‘ﺧﻮﺍﮨﺶ’ﻛﺴﯽ ﺑﮭﻮﻟﯽ ﮬﻮﺋﯽ ﺩﮬﻦ ﻛﻮ ﺩﮬﻮﻧﮉﻧﮯ ﻛﯽ ﻃﺮﺡﺧﻮﺩ ﻛﻮ ﮈﮬﻮﻧﮉﺗﯽ ﮬﮯﺯﻧﺪﮔﯽ ﻛﮯ ﻃﻮﻳﻞ ﻗﻴﺪﺧﺎﻧﮯ ﻣﻴﮟ ‘ﺳﻮﭺ’ ﻛﮯ ﺗﮭﻜﮯ ﭘﻴﺮ’ﭼﻠﺘﮯ ﭼﻠﺘﮯ ﺗﮭﻚ ﻛﺮﺭﻛﻨﮯ ﻛﯽ ﺑﮭﻴﻚ ﻣﺎﻧﮕﺘﮯ ﮨﻴﮟﻣﮕﺮ ‘ﺧﻮﺍﮨﺶ’ ﻣﮕﺮ ﺧﻮﺍﮨﺶ ﺑﮭﯽ ﻛﻴﺎ ﻛﺮﮮﺟﺐ ‘ﮭﻮﺵ’ ﰷ ﰷﻻ ﺩﻳﻮﺍﭘﻨﮯ ﮨﺎﺗﮭﻮﮞ ﻣﻴﮟﻳﺎﺩ ﺳﮯ ﺑﮭﻴﮕﺎ ﮨﻨﭩﺮ ﻟﻴﺌﮯﻭﻗﺖ ﻛﮯ ﮔﺰﺭﻧﮯ ﰷ ﺍﺣﺴﺎﺱ ﺩﻻﺗﺎ ﮨﻮﺍﻭﺭ ﻛﮍﻭﯼ ﰷﻓﯽ ﻛﮯ ﭼﻮﺗﮭﮯ ﻛﭗ ﺳﮯ ﺑﮭﯽﺗﻤﮩﺎﺭﮮ ﻣﻴﺮﮮ ﺑﻴﭻﺻﺮﻑ ﺍﻳﻚ ﺯﻧﺪﮔﯽ ﰷ ﻓﺎﺻﻠﻪﺧﺘﻢ ﮨﻮﺗﺎ ﻧﻈﺮ ﻧﻪ ﺁﺗﺎ ﮨﻮ

Written: 2002, PK ‘Desire’, like a horse losing a raceruns long till the endon the race track of ‘life’And the jockey of ‘thoughts’with a hunter of ‘memories’ in his handputs all his anger, on the horse named ‘desire’And then, giver her to eatlittle grass of ‘hope’, and water of ‘dreams’…’Desire’ livesto run long at the end of another racelike a horse losing a raceeating the little grass of ‘hope’and drinking the water of ‘dreams’thinking perhaps…she may not have to run longafter another race‘desire’ lives…..

Written: 2002,PK In the last hours of night, ……………………………………… ﺭﺍﺕ ﻛﮯ ﺁﺧﺮﯼ ﭘﮩﺮ waking up, out of thirst …………………………………….. ﭘﻴﺎﺱ ﺳﮯ ﻧﻴﻨﺪ ﻣﻴﮟ ﺍﭨﮭﺘﮯ bringing water …………………………………………………………. ﭘﺎﻧﯽ ﻻﺗﮯ The bed of ‘life’ abruptly asked ………………. ‘ﺯﻧﺪﮔﯽ’ ﻛﮯ ﺑﺴﺘﺮ ﻧﮯ ﺍﭼﺎﻧﻚ ﭘﻮﭼﮭﺎ “Where art thou?” ………………………………………………………. ?ﺗﹹﻢ ﻛﮩﺎﮞ ﮨﻮ And then ﺍﻭﺭ ﭘﮭﺮ …………………………………………………………………………… the tired hands of “thoughts” …………………………………. ‘ﺳﻮﭺ’ ﻛﮯ ﺗﮭﻜﮯ ﮨﺎﺗﮫ searched you for a long time ……………………………..ﺩﻳﺮ ﺗﻚ ﺗﻤﮩﮯ ﺩﮬﻮﻧﺪﺗﮯ ﺭﮨﮯ on the bed of life…………………………………………………. ‘ﺯﻧﺪﮔﯽ’ ﻛﮯ ﺑﺴﺘﺮ ﭘﺮ

Written: 2007,Turkey Ertyaas said:“Is there anythinganything more refreshingthen an orange juicetaken with a pinch of saltafter a turkish bathin Cemberlitas hammam”And I said:“The orange juice is really workinglike those thoughts of hersmaking me a new personeverytime I think of hermaking me live againfrom a child to an old manBut, Is it possibleto drink this orange juiceevery second of my life?” Ertyaas was answer-less….

Written:2003,PK From the ending cigarette of ‘time’making smoke of ‘memories’in the smoke of memoriesif your face appears…How difficult it becomesto hide youfrom the rest of the worldso then i breathe in hardyour face of smokein my chest, and keep it thereso that you remain hiddenfrom the whole world…. but how is it possiblethat even if the cigarette of ‘time’pause to burncannot finishit can break, it can disappearand besides, how longcan one keep the smoke inside… So i try to make excusesto remain aloneand smoke alonebreathing in, your face of smokehard in my chestand keeping it there more and moreso that you remain hiddenfrom the whole worldtill the cigarette of time…

Written: 2007,Turkey The bus of ‘thoughts’ was going aimlesslyon the road of lifeMost ’emotions’ sittingin the bus of ‘thought’were lost in their feeling of nothingnesssome laughingsome singingsome seeing outsidethe bus of ‘thought’and some lost in turning memories into pictures apart,alone,from all these ’emotions’one alone Emotionsitting at the back seatin the bus of ‘thought’was lost in himself,thinkingthe gone by momentsthe coming tomorrowthe feeling of existingthe sadness of being sudden brakes…the bus of thoughts stoppedAnd YOU appearedlike snow in the summerlike sun in the coldThe winds of dreams start flowingthe heart went flyinglike an albatros Who was I?perhaps a piece of glassand you, like a light beampassed, travelledall through meturning me into…

Written: 2007,Turkey,near Kizkelesi Castle, Az Deniz Lying on a beachPlaying with the sand with my handsI recalledIt has happened to me beforeAnd I rememberedNot so long agoIn the same wayI was playing with your hairsAnd I felt so terribly small Sitting like a pointOn the edge of your eyesSeeing the castle of ‘KIZKELESI’Floating in your eyesThe waves, lost in their happeningsThe sun setting in your eyesAnd I thoughtHow many yearsWill I needHow many mountains,desertsWill I travelTo know your bodyAnd even then, I would just be knowingThe outside realityWhat about the unknown insideHow much beyond the unknownsHow many travels, yet to comeAnd I am justLying on the beachPlaying with your hairs…

What does it matter!You too big, you cannot see meOrI too small, like an unknown star What does it matter!Finding beauty in youOrBelieving beauty to be you What does it matter!Questioning the existence of GodOrFinding reasons to follow reasons What does it matter!Seeing “ESKI” in you ( ESKI is name of a child)OrSeeing you in “ESKI” What does it matter!I live , or dieStay or GoHappy or SadWith or withoutBecoming you has taken meBeyond these worldly mattersOf whats and nots………………..