Muhammed Akkuş Şiirleri - Şair Muhammed ...

The last sip of my savior tasted quite bitter
As I swiftly realized from the last ray of the sun
That causes my eyelids to delicately stutter
As remnant noises in my chest begin to shun

Clouds slightly deemed as the sheet of heaven

Each time I close my eyes, I find you
Behind the lids, dazzling through
The layers of mind, melting the ice
That resolutely and dauntingly glides

The scapegoat that I look for in kind

While nothing is working for you
Suddenly a faint sadness inflames
After remembering some of the ways
Which you once gladly walked through
With hesitation along the way, though

Kuşların üzerinden uçuştuğu, göğe bakan yaralar
Eski rüzgarların şarkısıyla sert kabuklar bağladılar
Onların altında, kırmızı akması gereken nehirler
Çekince, zamanında gözyaşına boyanmış örtüleri
Unuttuğun sinsi izlerin üzerinden, fark ettin tabii
Boşluk kaplamış o bir zamanlar anılarla dolu sular

Throwing a battle cry over a war that had been concluded long before
Playing a battle theme for what had ended due to lack of a core

Striving to fix what cannot be processed
Trying to figure out what cannot be deduced

Sometimes this frustration descends upon
So disturbing it is that it easily brings disarray
Thus I wished to confront the stagnation head on
My possibilities always loyally followed along
Here comes the abrupt end, after going astray

Standing upright, inhaling the constant breeze
Filling the stomach with two kinds of cheese
One indulges you until the sky turns pitch black
The other takes everything that you’d put back

Each remnant beneath the sack of your mirrors

Instead of building colossal dams
Just align with it in each breath
Emit and absorb till the answer is yes
Don't mind the toll, only to save the roles

The cure of a cracking core is not a shell

Embracing the despair whenever it’s present, but with hesitation
Wondering what will descend upon my life after each conclusion
Thinking of falling in love hastily with what I was afraid of most
Passing of cruel time somehow pours out pages of bitter thought

Introspection appeared as the sole option to resort to, if I could